Bailarín Novels & Stories

She wanted to sell roses with long thorns. I stepped onto the balcony alone and looked out at the ocean. Two lifetimes of despair receded at last into something distant. A coat settled over my shoulders. I turned. Dante stood behind me. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. I drew the coat closer and breathed in the faint scent of cedar. "I was thinking that I have never danced for myself," I said softly. I had always danced to please Lorenzo. Dante did not answer. He extended his hand, palm up.

Christian Bells was one of the most famous choreographers ever to be born, most of the leg movements and popular dances were invented by him. Alexa was instantly puzzled, “What would a glorious choreographer and a legend in pop culture be doing in a survival show?” The interest Alexa had for the show instantly peaked. "I am Bella Rodrigo, a dance teacher, my favourite dance of all is ballet." A tall woman with a model-like body stood up, dressed in white pants and a white hoodie. She looked quite refreshingly calm and jet-back hair was freely falling behind her. Bella Rodrigo taught dance to a princess of Wales kingdom a few years back, so she wasn't an ordinary character.

I let out a nervous laugh. "Well, it's a good thing I'm a great teacher," He confessed, grinning, and I couldn't help but enjoy the way his smile graced his face. Maybe I was foolish for enjoying this moment of happiness he seemed to be expressing, but I wanted to appreciate it for however long it lasted. Balor led me out onto the dance floor as the waltz started. All the guests joined the dance floor taking part in the performance. Balor took the lead as I tried my best to follow.

She also left the stage "We having ballet dance, let's see if our contestants are good at it." Announcing that, Whitney sighed again, she had read a lot of articles stating how Jane won a lot of awards as a ballerina and Cathy's mother was a ballerina when she was young, so Cathy was the one who taught her. Jane is dancing, she is perfect, everyone applauds her, from the applauding you will know that she is good at what she did, Whitney dances, they applaud her but not like Jane when it gets to Cathy's, she dances a little and then she spins her angle and fall.

I would find a way to get rid of the disgusted feeling later. I closed my arms and turned the two bottles in my hands, entertaining the small audience of customers in front of the bar with my juggling accompanied by a dance with little balance. Another undeniable fact about me: I've never been too good at dancing. This was a quality that only Kendall could completely master. Her movements were precise and fast, like those of the ballerina she was in during her childhood. His arms moved open, intensifying the coordination of his long legs as if a force field were his true point of balance. Kendall could have his moments of existential crises, but he knew how to take a man to heaven with few h

Another cracked a whip of enchanted light, forming glowing symbols in the air that shimmered then faded. Kael leaned forward, eyes wide. “They’re not just dancing, they’re fighting with movement.” “They’re warrior dancers,” I said, grinning. “The best are trained in illusion and offense. That one—” I pointed to the lead — “has never lost a real match. She once disarmed a rogue general in front of a crowd.” Kael whistled low under his breath. “Okay… I’m impressed.” “Now imagine one of them as your mate,” I teased.

They weren't convinced that I could do it. I was bathed and dressed in a "Bedlah". The Bedlah is made up of two pieces, the half top and the flare skirt. It was a red colour and ornate with lots of sparkly sequins, beads, and fringe. My hair was styled beautifully and a few face adornments were applied to my face. They also arranged golden chains around my neck, bracelets, and dangling earnings. The Bali dancing does not mandate putting on a shoe, but they got me into one that I will wear to the site of the banquet.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”