Odette Leap 소설 & 이야기

Perhaps, but I had a feeling that my own flaws might surpass even theirs. The sound of heels clacking reached my ears, signaling Odette’s arrival. Her appearance was striking, with one bright blue eye and the other dark brown. She had thick sandy blonde waves that cascaded down to her waist, and her body was so slender and petite that made you wonder how she didn’t get blown away by the wind.

After successfully dodging the slap, she immediately kicked the man's vital point and fled. "GET HER!" Odette ran as fast as she could. She couldn't imagine what the five men would do if they caught her. Sadly, her efforts were cut short when she crossed a small bridge, and her leg got stuck in the hole between the broken planks. "Ah." She winced because she felt the pain in her leg. Blood oozed from the peeled skin as her leg brushed the jagged edges of the plank. Not wanting to give up, she forced herself to her feet and then walked briskly with limp steps.

I made a quick turn and then my step become aggressive not minding my wound. I jump into the air as if I was dancing in the middle of the stage. The steps I'm doing is exactly the step that Aliah did when she perform the role of Odette in the Swan Lake. I really wanted to be the white swan that's why I memorize her steps although I was told to be Odile...

she sighs. I then allow Odette to come forward a little so that she can shift, I hold back the scream that wants to escape as I bend over and Odette makes my bones break, shift and realign, at least it wasn't as bad as the time in the clearing on top of the cliff. Odette lies on the ground for a moment, panting. I didn’t fight it this time, so it didn’t take as long or as much energy, but it still took a lot out of both of us.

My legs bend lower for the final time, as it prepares for the final jump. I leap.

"And who might you be, if I may ask?" "Oh, forgive me for my rudeness." Odette said and stepped forward, placing a huge smile on her lips as she placed her hand out and introduced. "My name's Odette Aubert. I'm Zacharie's fiancée, nice to meet you."

Odette was free from the prison but was caged in that old apartment where she was tortured weeks after weeks. Right now, Odette is wearing a hoodie, putting the hood on, she watched them getting engaged. Anger rushes through her body but before she could picture them in her frame, a strong arm clasps her waist, pulling her towards the speed boat. His another plan to torture her, making love with her right in the middle of the ocean, under the blue sky and nobody around. She is scared and wants to call Juliette to help but her hatred towards Juliette is too thick and stubborn that, instead of asking for help, her eyes are on Natalie who is playing with Eva and Pat.

60 seconds ‘til she got her revenge… Eve was doing well all throughout her part. Though it was just a minute, for her, it seemed an eternity. She swirled and turned, like an elegant swan dancing through the surface of the lake. And that’s it. she reached the most crucial part of the dance where she should jump the highest then fell to the floor to denote the death of Odette. Yet, when she turned around before the jump, she realized something wrong. She suddenly lost all her strength and she couldn’t jump!

He told me that was the night he fell in love with her. I would always swoon over that story - it was my favorite one of them. “Just show me the way,” my mom said to Dana, who promptly walked her to where the other models were. All of my models were in their twenties, and my mom was nearly fifty now, but she aged with grace, and you wouldn’t be able to guess her age just by looking at her. Also, it would be nice for her to feel more involved with Claudette Reed since stepping down as CEO.

This was the moment when my mind was truly free and the shackles around my heart could melt. That night, I truly was Odette. I was the swan Queen, and I was everything I ever wanted to be. Everything I ever could be. What I had dreamed of being since I was little girl with her first pair of dance shoes. A dancer. A ballerina. The Prima of New York. And just like every night, when Odette dies for love, my tears were real. They were always real. Not the tears of Rhea Martinez and the sad life lived. No, they were real because I was someone else.