Boxer x Ballerina

Boxer x Ballerina

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A story where Celeste Moreno ballerina met a boxer, Jace Callahan, a tall, broad-shouldered fighter with rough hands and soft eyes that only melt for her. With a powerful presence and quiet strength, he looks intimidating in the ring but becomes pure warmth when she's in his arms. He's protective, fiercely loyal, and can't keep his hands or eyes off the woman he loves. She's all grace and fire-a stunning ballerina with expressive eyes, delicate features, and a fierce little attitude that keeps him on his toes. She moves like poetry, soft and ethereal on stage, but off it, she's sass and devoted to what she does. A love at first sight story behind this attitude, there was a broken little girl back then that never showed her weakness, abandoned by her parents, raised by her aunt and learned to be independent and conquer herself. If you like how the story's going, leave a comment under the chapter so I'll know your appreciation. Votes and opinions are always welcome.⭐️
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-Blake- Rose stands not too far in front of the ring looking at me, her face is pale and my gut twists in ways it never has. She shouldn't be here, why the hell is she here? My hands drop to my side, the victorious feeling once flowing through me is replaced with one of dread. She saw me fighting. ------- -Rose- "Alright. Time for you to go." He says. I feel the pull on my arm as he tries to take me away but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground as I continue to look at Blake. He has a little smirk on his face as he looks over the crowd. A look so completely different than any of the ones I saw the other day. Then our eyes meet, and his smirk drops. He drops his hands that were just held high in victory and looks at me like he's seeing a ghost. The guard pulls harder on my arm and I go flying back into his chest. "Listen here, I don't want to manhandle you, so do as I fucking say. Move." He growls as he pushes me into the crowd of celebrating people. I do what he says and start walking towards the exit, but I look over my shoulder one last time before I'm too far in the crowd to see anything. Blake's hands are fisted by his side and his face is red with anger, his eyes are focused on the hands that are on me pushing me away from him. ----- I am the original owner of this book, please do not copy. Strong language and themes of abuse, mental illness and violence. I don't own any of the pictures used in this story. #1 in alone 11/23/21 #1 in strong 11/30/21 #2 in boxing 4/19/22 #1 in goodgirl 5/8/22 #1 in fighting 5/19/22

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