Tiny Dancer Book Novels & Stories

Two years old taking her first steps, reaching for the camera with chubby fingers, wearing a onesie that said "Mama's Little Monster." Three years old in her first ballet leotard, pink and ruffled, her expression serious, her arms in fifth position, her toes pointed. She had been dancing since she could stand. The instructor said she had natural talent. I knew where she got it from. I didn't say that out loud.

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

##Chapter 1: Cassidy Book One: Stay With a shake of my head, I watch as my roommate, Brooklyn, busts out all her best moves on the makeshift dance floor. She's the tall blonde dancing with her hands twisting in the air, almost as if she's doing a very sad Stevie Nicks impersonation. I almost wince. Yeah...it's that bad.