The Quarterback And The Ballerina Novels & Stories

The ballet has inspired great choreographers to interpreting their own vision of the Shakespearean tale. Jennifer hoped Charlie would see that him and Logan would never be happy. They were from two different worlds. Charlie was rich and Logan was trailer park trash. Charlie’s family would never accept Logan. Logan would never be good enough for him. Jennifer wanted to tell him that she loves him like Juliet loves Romeo. She hoped that watching the ballet with him would be romantic. She wanted him to see that Logan would never understand the finer things in life. She hopes Charlie will realize that Jennifer is perfect for him. His family had already accepted her. Marie wanted the two of them

He stood like a statue while Ethan worked the hooks with methodical precision. "You’re tense," Ethan murmured. His voice was a low vibration against Noah’s back. "The Gala is a celebration, not a trial." "Hard to tell the difference lately," Noah muttered. He stared at the dark oak of the wardrobe. "People staring. Whispering. Waiting for the 'Angel' to trip over her skirts."

I could hear the clinking of champagne flutes and the low, predatory hum of female voices. A few months ago, I was the starting quarterback for the city. Now, after a scandal that stripped me of my contract and my dignity, I was Lot 402. "Ladies, look at the muscle definition on this one," a woman's voice rang out-the Auctioneer. I felt a cold, gloved hand slide over my pectoral, squeezing the meat of my chest. "Record-breaking stamina. A heart rate that barely climbs under pressure. And, as you can see..." She flicked my flaccid cock. "A very impressive reach."

I was seated among all of them, I knew all of them in details the color of their underwear. I knew everyone here, but none of them knew me. They stared, talked in hush tones and wondered who I was. This was the black ball, the society's annual ball, eat drink, socialize, gather allies, and kill an enemy or two. Everyone always ended with one drama or another but this time around things were going to be about me.

Carlson moved back to the seat. “Congratulations then, you have passed flirting 103” “Thank you for teaching me Carlson” “Why do you say I smell nice?” “You asked me to say something nice” “You think I smell nice” “Do you smell like wet clothes?” I could see the vulnerability in his eyes. “I’m a star quarterback. We don’t smell nice” he tries to mask his vulnerability but he sucks at that. “Relax” I touch his knees. “I’m not going to tell anyone,your secret is safe with me” he nods then looks away.

Fair competition for the lead role is the best option to avoid bias judgment. I seriously look at myself and I grab the barre extending my legs to my back when the door opens again revealing Boise and Gordon. "They are now calling the ballerinas" Gordon stated. I nod my head and I remove my wedding ring and handed it to Gordon "Keep it for me. I can't wear it during the performance. You know the rules" I said and walk out of the room. I felt them follow me from behind until I saw Miss Gisella clapping her hands. Beside her is Aliah who's stretching her legs and Jameson together with the other ballerinas.

Roman's thoughts were interrupted by Debbie calling on Ivan and Asya for their rehearsal. Jolted back to the present day, he watched as the young ballerina stepped on stage. Under the harsh lights she looked different, she'd washed her face, put on some makeup and changed into a different leotard. But she still seemed distracted, still seemed a little rattled, even as she stepped into Ivan's arms.

Everytime she reminisces on that kiss, the butterflies in her stomach still run wild. The crowd cheers, and though the opposing team is good, they're not as good as Lakeview High. Their quarterback launches the ball, but the eagerness to win the game gets the best of Logan as he runs and intercepts the ball and runs at full speed. The crowd goes wild, screaming in joy and hoping for the best.

They looked so surprised and happy. After that the much awaited Ball King and Ball Queen awards were announced. Rhett, one of Gavin's basketball friends was the Ball King. For some reason, I prayed Gabriel won’t become the ball Queen. And to my relief, she didn’t. Ball Queen was Catherine Miller, a junior girl who always win first prize in every dance competitions. The Award function ended by 11 : 30 and the auditorium was given to mass dance. Gavin and Grace joined us in the back with their trophy and Michael immediately got it from Grace's hands and started inspecting it. Grace was laughing like crazy saying she never expected such an award.

Family members sharing embarrassing childhood stories that make him sound human. He's not human. He's a devil in a tuxedo. Finally, the speeches end. The band leader stands. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Don and Donna Navarro to the floor for their first dance!" Applause. This is it. César stands, offering his hand. "Ready, mi vida?" I look at him. At this man who thinks he's won. "Yes," I say. I stand. I slip my hand into the hidden pocket of my dress. My fingers close around the vial. We walk to the center of the ballroom. The crowd forms a circle around us, watching, always watching.