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"An angel dancing with the devil in hell but with a feeling of heaven"

Sometimes these povs are much better than movies

pov: the comment section became mini wattpad

The entire comment section being aspiring authors. Meanwhile me: wow, anything sounds good if you just play it on a violin

The best part about this music video is reading the stories as well as listen to the music.

It was their final dance together. Their contract had come to an end. Their start had been extremely rocky but gradually smoothened towards the end. The deep, raging hate they initially harbored for each other had blossomed into a friendship. It had taken quite some efforts though, on both ends. But it was all over now. All that was left was a final dance together. Their feet moved in harmony to the intricate tune. His hands touching hers. She would’ve writhed in disgust at this action only months ago, but not now. His hands felt so warm and gentle against hers. ‘It surely is only because of the familiarity developed over time, right?’ she thought. She could feel an odd pull towards him, an inexplicable attraction. Their bodies grew closer with each step. Maybe it was the impending separation that made her feel so? Maybe. In the background, the music slowly drew to a close. She refused to look at him, only quick glances. But each time she would catch him gazing strongly at her. Her mind was in chaos at the lingering sadness in her heart. He gave her a final turn as the musicians played the last note. Her red gown flowing gracefully against the white marble. She stopped. She looked up at him, but this time she didn’t shy away. It was as if time had stopped for them. Everything around seemed to fade away, all the noise reducing to hushed whispers. That was when she felt it, thundering in her chest, fighting to come out from its confines. It clawed at her throat and flooded her head. A word. A word she’d unknowingly denied for so long. But it suddenly struck her right then. It was love.

POV: ur scrolling through the comments of amazing authors picturing their stories in ur head✨

As a writer it is my favorite to force two people to dance. It just makes me smile. And if they hate each other… ugh, I love it. It’s even better if they are both trying to kill the other…

"I swear Ive never seen someone dance as badly as you." He chuckles as she tries to keep her balance on her heels. "Oh trust me," she smirks, "if I had someone to dance for, I would." He lifts her chin up with his index finger and quirks his eyebrow. "Is that so? Like him?" Stefan's deep voice leaves butterflies in her stomach. She looks down at her trembling feet. She knew who he was asking about. The man who she once called her lover. The man who sold her heart and obtained the throne. And Stefan knew how much Arianna loved him. Stefan knew that and still didnt care about the pain her time spent with him caused her. Because Stefan was like that. "He wouldn't even glance at my direction, even if my feet were floating." She mumbles softly. He scoffs. "There's nothing to glance at anyway." Arianna rolls her eyes at his rude remark and continues to struggle with keeping up with the tempo. After what seems to be hours of silent swaying, Stefan speaks up slowly, with a mischevious smirk on his face. "Let's give him a show then." Arianna looks up at him, confused at his words. A show? "What kind of a show?" He chuckles and then leans in gently. His lips almost touching hers. Her sweet breath melting with his. Her heart drops at his sudden action. "May I?" He whispers so quietly, she almost felt like she imagined it. Looking at his lips, her heart starts beating faster. Her burning desire takes over and she nods faintly. Stefan breaks the gap and kisses her with such passion, her head spins. The way he was touching her chin and neck made her feel beautiful. And then she realized what's happening. What is she doing? She hates him. Arianna stops herself and pulls away from his touch. Puzzled, she looks up at him, seeing him with a smug face. "It seems that he wasnt much of a good kisser. Look at you all flushed and red" he snickers, "or was the dancing too much of a struggle for you?" He winks at her and laughs, seeing her roll her eyes again. "What did you gain from this?" Arianna asks softly, almost scared at what he'll say. He looks down at the floor. "Let's say, I'm also not fond of a man who stole what belongs to me, my throne, my crown." She nods and they continue dancing, remaining silent yet again for what seems like hours. Knowing that Arianna didn't check if someone was looking. Knowing that she didn't care about making another man jealous. Knowing that Arianna was what was stolen from Stefan, and not the throne. UPDATE: Im writing and publishing this story on my wattpad so feel fre to check it out 🥰 www.wattpad.com/story/323507510?wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=itsillunis&wp_originator=fI80Blllf1xqdVKorIe7k%2FqwbHi8PHSxHJ6bUTFeA5ZZEKVgphU99ZjyRkY9phA7EMSNZaOVKXExAl124xva1qRVPJ3z4Ugnc5suim7bHjBMyKISoky2GKVEuq0ppABK

She liked him. She really liked him. No, she loved him. He always knew that, he was very well aware of her feelings for him but he never dared to talk of them. He could tell from the way she called his name like it was a song, from the way her eyes softened whenever he accidentally smiled. She loved him so much that she couldn’t bear to see his face anymore. His brown eyes were like honey when the sun shone upon them. His soft brown hair brushes against her fingertips. She found excuses to talk to him and to make him laugh. He on the other hand had someone else in mind. She saw the way his eyes lit up whenever Phoebe entered the room. She saw the way his jaw relaxed whenever Phoebe was in the room, the way his smile was always on his face just for her. She saw the way his smile would shortly disappear after her boyfriend showed up right behind her. He liked someone who’s already taken. She tried to get his attention. She tried being someone she was not, she tried being herself, she tried acting like she didn’t care but that wasn’t working either. Nothing was working. Nothing. She could tell that it was starting to bother him. “You’re not her.” 3 words that cut deeper than any knife could. She’s not like her, how can he like her? She’s not Phoebe. Her heart was in so much pain that she had to immediately leave. She loved him so much that she started resenting him for allowing her to have such feelings for him. Her eyes no longer looked at him softly. His name has become like poison to her tongue. She no longer drowns in his honey-brown-like eyes. She hates his smile, his laugh, and his soft deep voice. She hated the way he always took good care of her, the way he misled her. How dare he like someone else and still treat her like she’s the one that’s always on his mind? How dare he play with her heart like that? She went from finding excuses to see him, to finding excuses to stay away from him. He felt her building a wall between them. He watched her distance herself from him and he let it happen. He may not have liked her the same way she liked him but he loved spending time with her. He hated the way she was starting to change herself for him. “You’re not like her,” he told her. He failed to explain why she’s not like Phoebe. Phoebe was someone he liked but couldn’t be himself around her. He wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to change herself for him and that he liked her just the way she was. he wanted to tell her that the world needs someone like her. He wanted to stop her from leaving but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He knew she liked him and he knew that deep down he had feelings for her but he knew she deserved better. She deserves someone that isn’t afraid of showing her love. Fear held him back. Watching her soft eyes turn cold whenever their eyes met was something he could no longer handle. But he was too late. She had already found someone capable of loving her. He had lost yet again another woman to fear. lmaoooo I honestly don't even know what I just wrote.

Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach. Its arms curled around her middle, stretching out to grip her beating heart. Breathe escalating from the shadows of the candlelit ballroom, she watched the one man she hated become the room's attention. How could they love him? How could they stand there and adore him when his hands were tainted red? When his conscious was bleeding black and guilt? Was she the only one who saw him for who he was? She scoffed, arms crossed, as she watched him. She hated that she was watching him. Hating that she noticed him at all. Hated… "You don't have to stare so hard. If you wanted to dance with me, all you had to do was ask Cara," a timber voice purred in her ear. She jumped, pushing off the wall, straightening but refusing to turn around. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing just how much she’d surprised her. He’d use that momentary lapse and show of weakness to torment her. When he moved from his spot on the other side of the room, she wasn't sure. She supposes that's what she got for daydreaming. "I'm not interested in being anywhere near you, thank you very much," she hissed, pressed tightly together. He chuckled in response as an unapproved hand slithered its way around her waist, the pressure a threatening weight on her control. "Don't touch me." "Don't tell me what to do." "Then stop touching me," she snapped. "Dance with me," he counters. "Absolutely not" "Just one dance Cara, then I'll leave you alone." "You couldn't leave me alone even if you wanted to, Alexander. I've been trying to get you to do that for the past 3 years." She shifts as she hears him chuckle again. That deep smooth rumble stroking a heat deep within. He presses closer to the bare expanse of her back. The gown she wears leaves her back exposed, the white fabric of her silk gown parting around her shoulders and then reconnecting at the dip of her back. Leaving her back visible to the eyes of anyone who stares. But the most enticing part of her ensemble? The single chain with a teardrop diamond at the end rests softly against her spine, hanging all the way down to the dip of her back, and swishes each time she so much as breaths. The things her could do to her… "Please," he whispers. The foreign word on his tongue, alien for her to hear rolls off his lips. He presses himself closer, resting his forehead against her shoulder. She inhales sharply. It's incredible how a single word can shatter your defenses she things as she sinks her gloved hand into his extended hand with fluttering eyes that glimmer beneath the candle lights, allowing him to drag her onto the ballroom floor. Hands intertwining, she slips into the music and moves with him, limbs gliding across the ballroom floor. Amber eyes meet blazing green in a fiery stare of hatred and more as they dance, spinning around the polished floor. He grabs her tighter, dragging her closer. She gasps, "I despise you." His lips quirk upwards in a mocking grin. "No, you don't, cara. You just hate how much you want me." "You wish" "Oh, believe me, I do. There's a lot I wish for. I wish to take you home, steal you away from the eyes that have never left you since you walked in here. I wish to peel this dress off your body, sink to my knees in front of you and devour you. I wish to see you splayed out on my bed in utter ecstasy. Gasping, writhing, moaning in pleasure. I wish to have you in my life. I WISH to wake up in the morning to you for the rest of my life." Her steps falter at his declaration, eyes widening. He only holds her tighter, fingers squeezing hers until she's suddenly dipped, and soft lips meet hers, shattering the world she once knew, then reinventing it. She doesn't know when she fell for her beloved villain, she doesn't know, but god, she's his. __________________________________________________________________________________________ I have such a love for this playlist! Hope you enjoyed this POV!

I can imagine my bridgerton scenarios in peace 😌

I danced to this alone . I'm myselfs enemy ,but I'm slowly falling in love with myself

I could feel the dagger as she buried it into my back. Damn, I was right. This wasn't just a dance after all. I caught my breath in my throat as I looked up. I gazed into her emerald eyes, hoping to find some relief in them. She held my gaze and in that moment, something snapped. "No!" she whispered softly. She spoke to herself now, as if realizing what she has done. "It's ok. It's too late, " I said in a stifled gasp. Tears welled in her eyes, "I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry". I smiled, not a forced one, rather a real one. "There are worse ways to go. At least the woman I love now knows I love her."

I stared out at the ballroom as he danced with his betrothed. His arms snaked around her waist, staring deeply into her eyes. She stared at him with love and admiration, ignoring the monster that lay beneath his calm, confident exterior. I sighed and waved my hand, demanding another cup of red wine. Soon, the song came to a close, the crowd dispersing to find a new dance partner. "Ah, I thought you'd never come." I froze, my cup at my lips. I didn't turn around. I couldn't face him. "I wasn't going to, my father made me," I grunted. "Hmm, that's not the truth is it?" he accused. A scowl formed on my face as I finally turned my head to look at him. "Don't be so cocky, bastard, I would never come here if I knew you would be here," I spat. "Don't be like that, darling, no need to be so jealous," he teased, a smirk crossing his face. A laugh escaped my lips as I stared at him in shock. "Jealous? Of what?" I asked coldly as I stood up. "Of Cecily, of course, you just wish you could be her so bad, don't you?" he asked, his voice turning raspy. "What an absurd thing to say, considering that you know how much I despise you," I answered, crossing my arms. Suddenly, the music started up again. He turned back to look at me, flashing me the smile that makes any girl weak at the knees. "May I have this dance, darling?" he asked, holding his hand out. I looked to where Cecily stood, eyeing him and glaring at me with hatred. "If you promise to not step on my feet," I confidently said, taking his hand. "For you, anything," he whispered into my ear as we walked out onto the dance floor. Couples were spinning with joy, looking at each other with love. He placed his hand on my waist and placed his other in my own hand. We began waltzing, dancing gracefully and perfectly in sync. I looked at Cecily and the jealousy was evident in her stare. "My, my, darling, who knew you were such a good dancer," he complimented, snaking his entire arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I grinned as he spun me around, pressing my back to his chest. "Are you sure you hate me, now?" he whispered. I tilted my head up to look at him, making eye contact. "Absolutely positive," I responded. He smirked down at me and spun me around again. "If this is how you hate me, then I hope you never stop." I felt my heart flutter at his words, what was he doing to me? Why were my hands feeling so sweaty and why was my stomach in knots? I felt so... fuzzy and warm. I couldn't possibly be falling in love with my... enemy, could I? No, no, I'm not. But the way he was looking at me made me think otherwise. He was looking at me like how all the other men were looking at their wives. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling our faces closer together. "Oh? Is my darling gaining confidence?" he teased. "I've always been confident, don't spout such nonsense," I scolded. It all felt so magical. I never wanted this to end. It was all perfect. There was nobody that could come between me and him at this moment. It was just him and I in our own world. But, all good things must come to an end. I looked at Cecily once more, remembering that this was all wrong. He's my enemy, she's his betrothed. I couldn't be doing this. "I have to go..." I muttered, unlatching myself from him. "We were just getting to the good part, don't leave," he said, wrapping his hand around my wrist. Although he masks it well, I could still see the desperation in his eyes. "No, I have to," I responded, yanking my wrist out of his grasp and walking off quickly. He is my enemy, and even if I wanted him, I couldn't have him. Because he already belongs to Cecily. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Word Count: 661 Wattpad: oueri__x (-KXRMXWRITES- was my old wattpad username) I hope you enjoyed this oneshot as much as I enjoyed writing it!

She danced and swayed like a princess. She looked just like a fairytale. It was almost impossible for someone in the room to avoid her presence. "Miss Popular" that's what they called her. The music stopped lights were dimmed , meanwhile everyone switched their partners, when the music began to play again with lights on, Her eyes widened when she saw the person who was now her partner until the music stops. "No way" she whispered. Her sworn enemy, who she hated more than anyone was standing right before her with a smirk on his face. She tried to step back, away from him. His smirk grew wider as he pulled her closer by her waist. The music already began and everyone started dancing now there's no going back. Everyone present in the room couldn't believe their eyes, No-one would have ever thought about this even in their wildest dreams that they would get to see the ultimate enemies dancing together. He looked at her with affection in his eyes while her only had glance of hatred for him. "I hate you" she said staring deep into his dark brown eyes. "I know that" he replied with a soft tone, which sounded like melody. But for her these words only irritated her more. She couldn't believe her ears, it was new for her, she had never seen him speak to her this calmly before. For the first time in her life his presence was no more annoying. Instead she felt safe and protected in his arms. Maybe what her best friend told her yesterday was true, that she was actually falling for him. They danced for a long time, until she saw around and noticed that they were the only one dancing, while others were looking at them both. She looked at him in the eye only to find that he was already looking at her. She wanted to stop so she tried to remove her hand from his but his grip on her hand tightened, making her look back at him. He chuckled and started to lean closer towards her face , she closed her eyes not knowing his next move. He leaned over her shoulder and whispered "I'm sorry for being a bad guy, please forgive me". Her eyes widened,she turned her head towards her shoulder to look at him, the sudden change in his behaviour was not something she was used to. He pulled her closer by her waist, her face almost touching his chest. He leaned down and placed a light peak on her forehead. Her cheeks were turning red making her blush from shyness. "Will you give me a chance, I promise I'll change, I'll be a better person", he said. . Well I'm not an author, and this is my first time writing a scenario. I really enjoyed writing it, hope you enjoyed reading it too.😀

The whole comment section is an art ❤🙌 so is the playlist ✨

*I had a small POV laying on my notes, and it fit the theme of this playlist.* The heroine was invited to the queen's ball that was being held at the palace this evening. But there were things that the heroine wouldn't expect to happen, and its coming its way tonight. One of the queen's guests was her enemy in disguise, also known as the lost prince. Several years ago her son was assumed to be dead, but is actually living a double life. The villain brainwashed the prince - resulting him in Rennouncing the title of prince and taking the position as an apprentice. The heroine strode at the ballroom, looking around as the music changes. Suddenly people started to group into pairs, then proceeded to waltz. Suddenly, something warm grasped her hand. Turning around, there she saw her maskless nemesis. "You.." she gasped "Shh" her enemy hushed her before bringing her hand towards his lips and kissing it. "What are you doing here? Came to turn yourself in?" The heroine questioned before pulling her hand away from his rather harshly. She kinda felt bad about it. He searches her eyes before replying "No, I just came here to honor the queen." She was surprised. Him? Honoring the enemy side? "You're not supposed to be here," she paused "Does your master know?" "No," he replied. Of course his master doesn't know. "Do not fret, I came here not as an enemy. I am nothing but a mere guest in this stronghold." He took two steps forward, slightly closer to her. "And neither are you." He does have a point, she thought to herself. "Well.. since you put it that way, fine. A truce, for tonight." She declared confidently. "I accept." He stepped closer "Only if you accept me to have this dance with you." He outstretched his arm, offering his hand and a smirk creeping at his face. That bastard. He had the audacity to show his face here without thinking of the consequences; and then now he's being smug whilst smirking at her. She huffed then took his hand into her small one. "I must warn you though.. I'm not a great dancer." She said as he grabbed her waist. "Do not fret, sweetheart. Just follow my lead." He whispered in her then they swayed with the music. She had to admit, he was damn graceful at dancing. It reminded her of those duels she had with him everytime they fought in the battlefield. But this time, they were both vulnerable and unguarded without weapons, masks, or armor. Tonight, they are ordinary man and woman. They were two souls dancing to the dazing harmony of the piano and strings. He spun her around and managed to regain balance everytime she would collide to him. They both fell into the bliss of the harmony. A dyad as one. "My my, Sir." The heroine started "Who knew the big bad villain would be a delicate and graceful dancer." He chuckled at her comments, but not bitter or offended - he was simply enamoured by her. A woman with a smart mouth. "Say that to yourself, you're not as bad as you say you were at this." He paused then continued "Reminds me whenever we would dance to the songs of our rage. The duels." She smiled at that, never in a million years would she realize they thought of the same scenarios. "Pardon me, but are you flirting? Because you're doing a rather terrible job at it." Her smile then turned into a cheeky grin. "Maybe I am." He chuckled once more. The music started to fade into the last part, and they both bowed afterwards. They parted from each other's grips, but he never let go of her hand. Secretly, they both wanted it to last forever. He then thought if something. He wanted to kiss those lips of hers, catching feelings for your nemesis didn't sound such as bad as it seems. It was worse. Next time, he told himself. After that, she proceeded to guide him outside towards the garden and chatted for a while. Still hand in hand, they listened and spoke fondly of things. For tonight, they weren't enemies. Only two souls, a man and a woman in a ball as guests; secretly falling in love.

"Stop stepping on my toes!" A slight smirk on raspberry lips of the girl could be a proof, that she was doing it on purpose. As prince soon realized, his fiancée could easily walk or run in heels and ball gown. And maybe stomp on his polished shoes. All he could do is sigh. The dance they shared changed turns really fast. From him asking Anne to dance. She didn't seem very happy with that, but sure did her father. The arranged wedding was not the worst that could happen to them. Actually, they could have ended with someone twenty years older than them. So they should be happy, when the age gap was only one year! Well- James was. As a prince he needed a strong, smart and polite wife. Maybe he would rather her being more shy. But now? She definitely was NOT. Maybe Anna was a daddy's daughter, but temper was one thing she got from mom. At least that's what people say, cause neither of them met the woman, who died when the girl was born. Making dad proud was the only thing that kept her in place. And they both knew that. So when the appearance of young lady changed from uncomfortable and mad to something more happy and teasing, James felt quite happy too. Don't take him wrong - he was not a bad guy. He wanted to marry a pretty princes, become a king and have fun. He wanted to be a loved ruler of powerful country. By a woman he choose to marry. But what he didn't expect from his future wife was being a total as- not polite lady. And to hate him, with whole heart. "Why do you hate me so much?" The question felt unnatural. The tension was soon back in the air, as he watched girl's brows creased. He just sighed, knowing she's probably gonna make an excuse to leave in any moment. But the hands didn't let go of his shoulders. "Well it's a hard question. My dad makes me marry you, when i don't even know you. How could i feel good about it? Are you okay with marring a stranger?" Maybe James was a bit surprised with the answer. Maybe a lot. "Well I'm trying to change that! But you're not letting me talk to you." He hissed, as girl stomped on his feet again. "So. What do you like doing?" The question felt stupid. I mean, let's be honest. She just addmited she hates him. What does he think the answer will be? "Dancing." The word was quiet, enough to only be heard by brunet. Girl looked down, a bit ashamed. Maybe she didn't hate him that much? "I love dancing. Cause even if you are the man, I still get control. I just can- let go and do a turn-around, or something." She murmured shyly. A little giggle escaped his mouth. James couldn't bring himself to look away from her pretty face and red slowly covering her nose, cheeks and even ears. He slightly took a strand of her hair to put it behind one of her ears, as she looked at him with a gasp. The hand on her waist wasn't bothering her anymore, which it surely did at the start. "We could dance sometimes. Together. Maybe you'll teach me how?" He suggested with a grin on his face. The girl only whispered something about stupid ideas. The smile didn't leave her gorgeous lips for the rest of the night. Maybe that prince boy was not that bad, after all. Oh noooo, not me doing a little enemies to lovers of arranged marriage- oh noooooo-

"Dancing with death," "Dead of dawn." "Dying of despair." "Lying of love." "Caring for kicks." "Lover Lies." "Soul Saga." ----should I write a story? -----

Everyone is writing something so I thought I'd give it a try. She wondered once again how she found herself in this position, moving to the sound of the violin's, and with her enemy of all people. Their feet moved flawlesly and effortlessly across their tiled floors. They had assured themselves many times that they were different in every sense, that they could never agree in a single thing, but right there, moving in the white marble floor, they could have been one single soul, expressing the perfect union in sincronized movements. And as she looked at the eyes looking down at her, she didn't find herself wanting to escape the situation, instead she wished that the music would never end, that the mission would never stop requiring a cover-up. His hands on her waist and on her hand, soft but steady, leading her gracefully, felt right, like that was where they belonged. And as he dipped her in perfect beat, she saw in his eyes he also felt like he was right where they belonged. Greedy. Arrogant. He always steals my missions. She repeated in her mind. She did not like him, she could never like such an egocentric simple man. But instead her mind repeated what she felt in the dance. He was gentle, he was patient, he was elegant, and he would always be there to catch her. She didn't notice the minutes passing. She didn't remember the mission. And with every minute passing she was forgetting why she hated him so much. And with every minute other feelings were forming. Longing, happiness... Love. Lights went off just as the song ended. Their bodies slowly stopped, and they didn't move. When her eyes adjusted to the light of the night coming through the window, she found him mere inches away. His eyes glinted in the darkness, he was also caught in a daze. In that second she found her also loving the misterious side of him, the darkness. All of him. He leaned, she tilted her head. And then he stopped. Instead of the passionate kiss she had hoped for, he bowed and kissed her hand in the manner one does as a greeting, or a goodbye. He looked at her eyes, he said nothing, just smiled without a hint of the usual hatred or snarkiness. Then he left. She did not call for him, he did not turned around. She didn't know if their fate would ever interwhine again. But, for once, she certainly hoped it did.

"The ache in his lungs was unbearable. He needed to tell her … what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near." ~Six of crows I know they were never enemies but this riminded me of them and this beautiful quote so I couldn't help but put it here😁

*[I hope you like this POV ...has suspense]* While all the couples around them swayed in each others arms looking lovingly at each other, they both just looked straight into each others eyes. No expression. All blank. She intentionally stepped on his foot causing him to look at her with a frown and then break out into a smirk. He twirled her around and then held her tightly by her waist. Her chest almost sticking to his. The bridge of his nose right above her head. Her soft breathing still audible to him amidst the soft songs playing and the giggles of the other couples They enjoyed each others company but this Right here was just a deal. A deal that would end at 12 am. Just a few more hours. "Loosen your hold unless you want to create a scene here Mr. Anderson" she whispered and heard a deep chuckle in return. "A scene is already created, LOVE. Everyone around us is overwhelmed but we both are just like the withered plants amongst bushes full of greenery." he said loosening his hold a bit. "The night is young and so are we. Just 2 more hours until the clock strikes 12 ...i hope to never see you again. " he said in one go. The pistol hidden near her thighs never felt so revolting. She was here to end him but his grip had a different effect on her. "Won't you do what you're here for? " He asked turning her around. Her back pressed against his chest. "Not here. I don't have the intention of doing it in front of all these people." she said gritting her teeth. "What stops you?" he asked in his deep voice. His lips near her soft earlobes. Silence. His smirked and turned her towards him. "I've known you since years. " was all he said. They kept dancing and didn't talk anymore. Their feet hitting the floor. His eyes fixed on her while she fixed her gaze on his chiseled face. Their hands were intertwined with each other so tightly that they themselves had forgotten that they strongly resent each other. It was 23:59 when a DING sound was heard. It was time to change the dance partners. She let go but he pulled her towards him. "In this one minute I just wanna-" he paused and then kissed her. The Clock struck 12 and he backed away. "GOODBYE MI AMOR" he said and started waking out. She pulled out the gun and fired it. But her target was not the man she was dancing with but her own father. The man who was walking out of the door smiled grazing his hand over his lips. "I love you" she whispered a tear slipping out of her eyes. The clock now displayed 00:01 edit: editing this almost after 3 months of posting this comment my wattpad id is : *JSHRjtjFFs* Book name: Criminally Caged Fate

“May the celebration begin!” I make my way to the dance floor, and then I see him. My enemy, the man I’m supposed to be hating. His devilish smirk makes me smile at him in return, but when I realize everyone could be watching us, I stop and take my eyes away from him. He is wearing an incredible suit, all dark, just like his soul. I think I never realized how much he radiates power. His eyes stare deeply in mine, and I look up at him. “You look wonderful tonight, darling”, he whispers in my ear. “Don’t call me darling”, I say, trying to keep my voice from trembling. Who knows, he could be holding a knife behind my back or planning on poisoning my drink. “Why are you here, Audric?”, I ask him. “Well, because I want to. May I have this dance, Adeline?”. A chill runs down my spine when he whispers my name. It sounds so odd coming from him. I’ve never heard him call me by my name before. It makes me feel important. Powerful. “Yes, you may”. He puts his hand on my waist and we start dancing. I feel like people are watching us and I know we shouldn’t be dancing together. After all, we come from rival families competing for the same throne. Yet I can’t seem to care about the others in this moment. I only care about him. His eyes are locked on mine. They are a mysterious mix of dark blue and black, just like his suit. His lips are curled up into a sneaky, cunning smile. The smile that could betray me at any moment. I could kill him in an instant if this was my goal, but my heart tells me to keep dancing in his arms. And suddenly the music stops. He bows and kisses my gloved hand, then he winks at me. “We could do this another time, darling. You’re a great dancer”. “Don’t flatter yourself, we’re ennemies, remember?” He laughs and asks me to take his hand. “Perhaps we could dance one more time tonight?” “That would be my pleasure”. “Can I take you somewhere else ?”, he asks, raising an eyebrow and smiling even more. “And where would that be?” “There’s another ballroom, a smaller one, down the corridor.” He’s dangerously close to me and I take a step back from him, remembering who he is. “Alright”, I manage to say. We escape the crowded room without much difficulty. Hopefully no one noticed us sneaking out. I realize we’re holding hands while walking down the beautiful corridor of the castle. We arrive to a smaller, but way more enchanting ballroom, and a soft piano music is playing. “Where does this music come from?” “The piano plays by itself in this room. They say it’s inhabited by ghosts. Do you find it pleasing, dear Adeline?” “I love it.” “Just like you love him”, a strange voice whispers in my ear. “Who said that??”, I scream. Audric looks at me with a perplex smile. “Someone just whispered something in my ear!” “It was a ghost, Adeline”. “Oh, right”. He grabs my waist for the second time today and pulls me close. Very close. We dance for minutes, maybe hours, but nobody interrupts our moment. At the end of the evening, we sit side by side in a corner of the room. “You seemed quite frightened earlier when that ghost whispered something to you. What did it say?” Damn. How can I answer his question without blushing? It’s impossible. “I… um… that foolish ghost told me I loved you.” “Hmm, I see. Did the ghost say the truth?”. Without thinking, I push him to the ground and kiss him. It feels like something is burning inside of my stomach, filling it with joy and satisfaction. I completely lose the notion of time and soon the sun rises. “Yes, I think the ghost told the truth. I think I love you, Audric”. “Well, I feel the same for you, Adeline”.

I looked across the ball to find him staring back at me... My enemy. His gaze moved up and down the length of my red gown and then back to my eyes, and I swear for a moment something other than his seemingly endless loathing for me and my family shifted in his eyes... Today, I wore a long dress specifically just so I could hide the knife stitched to my thigh. It doesn't matter what happens tonight, this is my last day with him.. The last day of us... The day when our contract is over. When the clock finally strikes midnight, every debt he has towards my family would be over, and nothing would stop him from killing me anymore... So it's all or nothing, one of us is dying today. I still didn't know how I would get close to him so I could pull out the knife though.. When he came to my room in his castle yesterday and told me to get ready because we're having a ball today, I made sure to attend as late as possible, after all, I needed to blend in with the crowd of people and couples and make sure to not get his attention, especially today.. But the hall was empty... It was only us... And for some reason, his eyes never left mine, as if a magical power was forcing us to never break the eye contact... He wore a white suit and a black dress shirt underneath it that fitted him perfectly, his hair was impeccably styled with a couple of strands falling on his forehead. Something dark passed into his crystal eyes that made me shiver.. I cursed myself for having that reaction towards him... Liam is my enemy, the villain of my story, a man whose my death would be his greatest happiness... I can't fall for him... I'm here to kill him... I kept on repeating that like a chant as a heartwarming sound of a violin started playing.. Without breaking eye contact, Liam started moving towards me, his legs moved calmly in long steps that held much power and confidence it could crush me... My hands trembled and a single sweat slid down my exposed back as he moved closer. Without saying a single word, he held out his hand and I took it silently as he led me towards the centre of the hall. He snaked his hand around my waist and the other one held my hand.. He never let go... Everything became blurry afterwards... Lights and music seemed to disappear in the background as we moved in rhythm, our steps were perfectly matched.. none of us said a thing as he turned me around so my back crashed against his board chest... It's just dancing... I said to myself... This is my chance right ?... I should pull out the knife and stab him... We stayed like that for a moment, and I still could feel his chest against my exposed back even with his dress shirt separating us.. He was breathing heavily... And god he was warm... He bent down his head a little bit and inhaled against my neck, sending a shiver throughout my entire body... "The things you do to me, Lilith..." He whispered almost drunkenly.. his lips brushed my skin lightly and my body was aflame... His grip tightened around my gloved hand and I almost melted in anticipation... What's going on... What does that even mean...? Midnight is almost near... He can't hurt me yet.. we're alone.. I needed to do this, I could do this... So just do it Lilith.. The music was close to an end, and I was facing him now, again... The crystal clear ocean in his eyes always fascinated me... "You're staring.." he chuckled, that deep throaty sound coming out of him did some weird stuff to me... I wanted to see him smile and laugh more... I wanted to be lost into this man and never be found again... God I was so done for... "Yeah well, sadly you're the only thing to stare at in this ball.." I said sarcastically, making sure to not show how much he affected me. "And I'll always be the only one you're looking at..." He said calmly as he lifted me off the growth in a smooth twirl. "And why is that ?" I couldn't hold the curiosity that followed my voice. He smiled, the sight so beautiful it took my breath away, before his handsome face went dead serious as he dropped his forehead to mine in an act that I could've never anticipated... "Because you're the only one I've ever seen, Lilith...." He whispered against my mouth, our lips merely inches apart.. My heart nearly burst out of my chest and the sound of my blood hammered in my ears... Surprisingly enough, he took my hand, the one he was holding to the slick of my dress and up my thigh so he reached the knife... I inhaled deeply and my eyes widened as he made me grab it and slowly moved my hand towards his neck... The knife was barely touching his skin and his warm fingers interlocked with mine... His nose touched mine as he looked deep into my eyes, as if he could read my soul, I was an open book to him by now... "Do you want to kill me, Lilith ?..." He whispered softly... If my heartbeat went any higher I think I might die... But did I want to kill him...? Time seemed to stop for us as I mumbled back, "No".... The knife dropped to the ground followed by the end of the musical piece. And in a flash of a second, he pulled me to his embrace as his lips crashed into mine.... *Lol I just did this for fun since everyone was writing POVs. I hope you enjoyed♥️😅

The first song feels as if you’re attending a medieval festival, you’re dancing joyfully, you turn and the next second you’re in a ballroom in the Victorian Era, in your intricate ball gown and corset, your dancing with a handsome man you smile and you twirl, your suddenly in China, in a beautiful traditional Hanfu, dancing to the little twinkles of rain and the wallowing of bamboo trees…

The music slowed to a stop, just like my heart. He was here, I felt it from the woosh of wind that penetrated my skin like an icy breath. My stomach jumped at the prospect of asking him to dance, just this once. I would allow myself to indulge in his presence once more before I left. "There you are," he smirked with his dimples peeking through. God, I'd miss him so much. "Eager to see me, are we?" I muse with a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. "Always. Would you honor me with a dance?" His eyes twinkled with mischief, as always. "I suppose," I say casually, trying to conceal my true emotions. But he could see right through my faulty exterior, he just chose not to comment further. We both knew this was the last time we'd have the pleasure of each other's company before I left. It was inevitable, I had to escape the kingdom before my lies caught up with me first. His hands snaked around my waist, drawing small circles around the middle of my back. I realized I loved his touch. His voice could be cold, but his touches were filled with warmth - soft and addicting. My hands rested on his chest, the music drowning out around us. He pulled me close, his minty and intoxicating breath making my head spin in an endless frenzy. "Glad to see you wore my dress," he smiled against my cheek. I could feel the warmth emanating from him. "It is our last dance, I wanted to make an impression." He stilled, our rhythm becoming more irregular. "Last dance?" He repeated, the words seemingly foreign to him as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "We both were aware that I could no longer keep up this façade. My past is coming back to haunt me, and I cannot afford to lose another loved one. I cannot afford to lose you." My voice breaks in despair. His expression digs into my heart, causing it to break piece by piece. His silence only serves to dig deeper into my torn heart. I do not wish to hurt him, but I cannot risk losing him either. "I assure you, love, this will not be our last dance," he says with an indescribable expression on his face. He twirls me around in his arms as the song slows down to an end. "I will make sure that the next time we dance, it will be at our wedding. You can't get rid of me that easily," he smirks and holds me tighter against him before dipping my head back and kissing me softly. God, I love him.

"Dance with me", he said, holding out his hand. I smiled gently and stood up, my hand in his and the dagger hidden under my dress. It was the perfect opportunity. I could end the plot against my family, the imperial family. We had a lot of enemies, and I heard that he, the guy who was now asking me to dance at the royal ball, was running a conspiracy. I had to precede his moves, so I was watching him all night. He led me to the center of the room and the dances began. "I’m impressed... I didn’t think you were such a rebellious daughter. I wonder how you will justify this to your parents", he said, smiling amused. "I could say the same of you, what an unscrupulous boy, look around you, everyone in this room is watching us!" But his eyes remained fixed on me. His hand became firmer on my back. "You are agitated, you are trembling". I was terrified of killing him, and I knew I would never be able to do that. His smile, his eyes, his voice, his being had already disarmed me. Quietly, I said "the fact is that I am too attracted to you". He burst out laughing, "I notice you like to make fun of me". He came closer to my face and whispered in my ear, "I just can’t understand..." the warmth of his breath aroused a slight shiver on my neck, "...why I, aware that you have a dagger hidden under your dress, to kill me, stay here with you, unable to move away". I gasped. I felt the limbs of my body drop. He was holding me, continuing to guide me in that dance. I walked away from him. My mind was in turmoil, my cheeks were burning. I couldn’t breathe. I had left the ballroom and let myself fall on the anteroom floor. An unstoppable cry was about to pervade me and with my hand pressed on my lips, I smothered it. I couldn’t be heard. "I know you would never do that," said his unmistakable warm, steady voice behind me. "I know you would never do that and not because you look like an angel, not because a woman who radiates such grace, elegance and goodness wouldn't stain her candid hands with blood... but because there's something great between us that you also perceived." His voice now trembled, my uncontrolled tears now flowed. I hadn’t turned to him yet, I couldn’t. So, he did it for me, sitting in front of me. Eye to eye. "I've seen you, you burn. You burn with new light among dull and worn out people." ps: i'm sorry if there's any mistake, I'm italian

That damned smirk latched on to Lukas' face like a child to his mom, absolutely, truly damning. I looked away, drowning my thoughts in the violin that produced sweet melodies. It was time for the ball dance. Everyone gathered around with their partners when Ryan sauntered towards me. "Care for a dance?" I instantly stepped back, the faint redolence of alcohol stimulating my nostrils. "Come on, Adria, its just a dance." He stepped closer, his disheveled clothing blasting red herrings all around. I feigned a fraudulent smile, and before I could contrive a lie, a hand on my shoulder ceased me. The damned smile was surpassed by a stoic exterior. "Adria, its time for the ball, love," Lukas said softly. I immediately nodded, looking at Ryan's wasted mien. He coughed, the stench of his alcohol spitting around. "Back off, she was just going to dance with me." Ryan said, grabbing my wrist. Lukas glanced at me, attempting to find a scintilla of agreement on my face. I tried to free my wrist but was pulled closer to Ryan, who scoffed at Lukas upon this feigned victory. I whimpered, attempting to free myself from this critter. His strong hold almost bruised my wrist and I jerked forward, elbowing him in the chest. And then I repeated it, pushing him outside the room. Lukas lurked forward, abetting this assault. My chest heaved in deep breaths, striving to muster a calm composure. "Are you okay?" Lukas' voice echoed in my ears. I gradually nodded, avoiding eye contact. "Hey, it's not your fault," he whispered, alluding to my former trysts with Ryan. I looked at him, tears threatening to make appearance. I endeavored to end the night with a smile, but what surfaced was a feeble attempt to halt my tears. "Thank you, but I am alright," I turned away, reluctant to pour out my heart to Lukas. He had known the horrors of working with Ryan. "Well, if you are alright," he teasingly muttered, "you would care for a dance, then?" I turned to look at him, to rebuke him for his goading but all I found was genuity engraved on his face. "I won't bite," he added, leaning closer and offering his hand. Upon grave consideration, I put my hand in his as he led me to the dancing area. "Uh, before we begin," I said, "You should know that I haven't done this before." "I am glad to be your first." His expression of endearment fell on deaf ears since I was preoccupied by the terror of judgement. Lukas' mother made eye contact with me, disapproval on her face. And Lukas' gentle hand on my waist threatened my composure. I looked down, trying to sync my movements with his but ended up stepping on his foot. I hissed in embarrassment but to my surprise, Lukas was unmoved. "Love, we can fight any other time, let's not taint this moment with rivalry," he nudged me with a smile. "Just look at me," he said, securing my deformed build in his arms. I lifted my face and looked at him. My mind was entangled with a myriad of emotions. The people around me were now non-existent. My movements became more tender. We swayed gracefully, in close proximity. My body flared with warmth at our contact. I could sense my skin stirring with electricity, and my eyes were ashamed of my intentions. I looked elsewhere to preserve my calm, to not let him see the interior turmoil in me. But his wordless pleads failed my efforts. He held me delicately, like I would explode as soon as he would leave me, or I would be lost in the mirthless sea of people. "You're doing better," Lukas muttered. "It's all you," i admitted. "Always a pleasure to be better than you," he probed. I rolled my eyes, comfortable with our former, hate dynamic. This new warmth and affection is beyond my comprehension. "But, I need you to know that you look ravishing," he muttered, leaning closer to my face. My breath wavered at the sudden vicinity. "Who knew Adria Berlusconi would turn up tonight?" "My presence is to please my mother, no more than that." Its true, she is there, looking out for prospective consorts for me. "You certainly put on a good show, then," Lukas complimented. What is with him? I smiled at him and looked around , only to find my eyes searching for his face again. "I am afraid I will have to end the night here," I mumbled against my wishes. His aura is too overwhelming for my liking, feelings are hard. I loosened my grip on his hand, but he held my hand firmly. "Stay." "I have to go." "Are you going to lodge your feelings in a crate of denial?" He probed. "What do you mean?" He did not say anything. I knew the answer all to well. But how could it be? How could Lukas possibly grow a liking for me? Or anyone for that matter? The music peaked to its pinnacle, stimulating my emotions, intensifying every iota of the ballroom.

The room is dimly lit but somehow he knows exactly how to move. He looks at me like im the most beautiful person he's ever seen, but I feel hate boil up into my throat. I stumble over my feet, but his hand finds my back and holds me close to his body. I look up and our gazes lock and I can't pull my eyes away. He's so perfect...and yet... he hurt me so much. Did he even know? Of course he did, he had to have known. But his face, his deep brown eyes, the way he smooths his hair back when it falls in his face, the way his jawline could probably cut paper, it was all so perfect. And yet, he's my worst enemy. He leans into me and I can smell his warm scent, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. His eyes meet mine again and his nose brushes mine. My heart is racing and my chest hurts with each heaving breath I take. I can't do it. I rest my head on his shoulder and he looks at me, confused. "Why did you do it?" I murmur in the cloth of his suit. "What are you talking about?" "You know what you did. Why did you hurt me? Why did you push me away?" He stops moving and pulls my face off his shoulder, bringing one hand up to trace my jaw, then gently touch my nose. "You are the most beautiful, unique person I've ever met. I didn't want you to fall for me. You deserve so much better." "You made a mistake." My eyes begin to water but I sniffle back tears. "I did, and I'm so, so sorry I hurt you." He looks away into the corners of the shadowed room. "Hey." He looks over at me. "I think I've fallen in love with you." *it's literally 8 in the morning and I just wrote that 💀

She glances up at him standing in front of her, staring down at her patiently. A shadow was covering his forehead because of how dark the room was but she could see his yellow bright eyes on hers easily. She looked away and scooted aside, saying harshly, "don't even ask." He kept silent, reaching his open hand down for her. She fixed her eyes on his hand for a moment in hesitation. She know she wasn't supposed to dance with him but they both knew if they went along with the other dancers, they wouldn't get caught by the guards. She let out a deep sigh through her nostrils and took his hand, saying, "fine. One dance." A excited smirk creeped his face as he pulled her to her feet. He took both of her hands and motioned her to the dance floor quickly with his eyes still on hers, not even watching where he was going. In the middle of the dance floor with people all around them dancing with their dates him and her stared at each other for what felt like forever before he slowly placed both of his hands on her hips. She lifted her arms up, wrapping them around his neck. They started dancing along with the music in a rhythm. Her chestnut brown eyes gazed up at his bright, yellow ones. He grinned, then twirled her and held her back as she leaned back. Her back was facing the ground and her soft face looked up at him. Her leg was up in the air as his other hand held hers close to his chest. Her heart fluttered on how good of a dancer he really was. "You're better than I thought," she tried saying bitterly but it came out more of a compliment. "Is that so?" He asked with a amused smile. He was having more fun than how he was expecting to have. He stood her straight up. He was in shock finding her taking his hand and motioning him out of the dance room running. Her heels tapped on the shiny, hard floor as they giggled. They ran in the hallway still hearing the muffled music. They started dancing having the best time of their lives. He twirled her and she spun out of his hand, her pink flowy dress twirling beautifully. When she stopped, they stood there breathing fast from dancing so much. She walked up to him with shiny eyes and warm cheeks. His cheeks warmed up as she placed her hand on the side of his face. He tucked his hands under her ears and pulled her in for a kiss. She didn't resist but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back. When they stopped, she gave him a blushy smile and cooed, "you made me break my fathers rule. You know I'm supposed to hate you." (IDK WHAT I JUST WROTE BUT I KNOW THAT WILL BE APART OF MY NEW BOOK IN THE FUTURE! btw sorry if some thing's I wrote don't make sense😔)

I love the orchestral version at the beginning ❤️

Pov- Closing her eyes at his touch yet again she cursed under her breath for being too weak for him. She shot open her eyes as if they burned to close. She turned to find one and only man. Her husband she married for her dad's sake. "Will you dance with me?" His voice like velvet spoke. She looked up to catch his gaze only to see the man she knew killed many. To her he was the enemy of this mankind. He killed them. For him, it was just a way of justice which he knew was inappropriate. But it didn't stop him from that aswell. He smiled as she gave him her hand. She couldve denied but she wanted that. She wanted to feel his warmth, his touch, the smell of his cologne and every sin he's ever committed. She knew he was wrong but still she wanted him. "Why do you suddenly want to dance?" "It feels like a good opportunity to hold you close" saying that he pulled her more closer. "Why do you want to have me close to you? Don't you hate me for ruining your plan of not interacting with people?" "You are not people to me, you are my wife. And i dont hate you. I hate myself for loving you" he said gazing at her lazily thinking he is going to get rejected. "What? How? When?" She asked surprised. He chuckled at her for being so flustered "Calm down love." "But you just proposed me in the middle of a dance?!?" "Yeah and?" "I don't know-" she stopped speaking when he put his index finger on her lips He comes closer to her ears and whispers "Let's complete this dance and then decide how you want to take me down okay?" I am no writer. But i love writing. So if you enjoy i would be glad.

Walking into a crowded room but only seeing his eye. Your gaze catches his. The fire inside you boils and gets stronger. Feelings that can't be described, feelings that are so powerful that can melt any soul. Your body on fire to have one another. But can't. ...

"May I have this dance, m'lady?" a familiar voice asks. The voice which you could recognise even from miles away. you turn around and see him, dressed in a black tuxedo, mask on his face, emerald green eyes looking from behind them. He looks even more gorgeous than before, with his light brown hair slightly falling on his forehead, him bowing a little and asking you for a dance, you couldn't deny him. So you just nod and keep your head up firmly, not allowing any kind of emotion to be seen on your face caused by him. you've danced with him before, all of them ending with either him or you going back home covered in blood. but this time; it felt different. like this dance was the thing you were desiring since a very long time. you're dancing with the devil himself, you know it but you still couldn't help but look in his eyes. Those emerald green eyes, which hold many unseen parts of him, his deepest and darkest secrets, his real inner self, so unreadable. you would never admit it, but you'd love to read them and discover new things about him and understand him. on the other hand, he can't help but wonder about the pang feeling he got in his chest when he saw you laughing with the crown prince of the nearby country. he looks at you with a little admiration in his eyes, with y/h/c hair swaying on your waist, your white dress perfectly hugging your curves, your face mask hiding half of your face but your y/e/c eyes staring at him from behind, your hand perfectly fitting in his hands as held it. did you turn pretty just now or were you always this beautiful and he just never noticed it? "no comments to pass today?" he asks bringing you out of your thoughts. "why? you miss me mocking you all the time?" you say chuckling a little. he shrugged, "not really. it just felt a little odd. me and you dancing, without making chaos." "I agree." you say and just keep on dancing, as if it were only the two of you in this world and nobody else mattered. the hatred you had for him, the negative feelings, all the curses you had said to him, you feel like it was never there and a new feeling was now developing inside you. but what? you couldn't quite comprehend it. his eyes doesn't seem to tell you the things they would often say, like the displaying of all the hatred inside of him for you. no, this time they were saying something else. and you'd give anything to know what. he can hear a heart beating at a fast pace. was it his or your's? he couldn't tell. the way you are looking at him, right into his eyes, he didn't see the hatred he would often loved to see in your e/c eyes. instead there is something else. but what? he didn't know. he feels like you're trying to read him, understand him, solve the puzzle of his life, and he wanted you to do that. to know him, to help him, to know how deeply he was scarred. he couldn't bear the feeling any longer. he was supposed to be the villain, the bad guy, the monster without any feelings but now when he was feeling something, that too because of you, it was the one thing he liked and despised at the same time. he had to leave. "people are staring." you say as you notice surprised gazed from people around. "I dont care." he says before twirling you around and pulling you back towards his chest, faces only inches apart. his gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips and so does yours. he slowly leans in and whispers in your ear, making shivers run down your spine, "thank you for the dance. until next time m'lady." he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles as he makes one last eye contact and even though he tries to mask it, you could see the desperation in his eyes for not wanting to leave. he walks away, with you still standing there, trying to comprehend what just happened in the last few moments. whatever it was, you didn't want it to be over this soon and even though you wouldn't ever admit it, you quite wanted to see him again. im no writer but I got carried awayy. hope you like it

POV: His gaze was on her from across the room. Nothing could break it away. The way her body moved to the music, pissed him off. The way she held her dance partner, pissed him off more. He walks across the dance floor, his gaze never leaving her. He taps her dance partner’s shoulder, the man’s eyes widen and he swallows before stepping out of the way. Passing her to him. He lifts his hand for her to take, she scoffs and takes it. His other hand moves to her hip, as hers moves to his shoulder. Their movements were fluid as they danced as one. “That was rude,” she huffs, glaring up at him. He chuckles softly, his thumb rubbing against her waist. A chill travels up her spine at this simple touch. “I don’t care,” he murmurs, his eyes studying her face. “I thought you hated me,” she replies, moving the hand on his shoulder to the nape of his neck. His jaw clenched as he holds back a soft gasp. “Maybe so,” he murmurs, as he spins her and brings her back to him. “That doesn’t matter, because you are mine.” Her brows shoot up in surprise. “I don’t think that’s how that works,” she rolls her eyes. “It is.” He whispers. “It doesn’t matter how many others you dance with, or look at. Because at the end of the day, you are mine.” “Hm,” she says softly, a soft blush creeping up her neck. Her tongue darts out to dampen her lips. His eyes dart to her lips, the simple act causing his eyes to darken. “Mine,” he says softly. It’s a claim. A claim from the man who was supposed to be her enemy, her rival. “What if I say no?” She asks, titling her head. The cocky smirk he hated so, so much playing across her lips. “You won’t.” He replies, there’s no question in his voice. No hesitation. “What makes you believe that?” She asks as she leans in, her warm breath fanning his lips. He sucks in a breath, his hands slightly trembling at the desire coursing through him. “Mm,” she chuckles softly, as she pulls away. “What makes you believe that?” She repeats her question. “Because, you wouldn’t tease me like this otherwise,” he says as the music changes to a softer, slower tune. He tugs her closer and she gasps softly, surprised. His hands rest on her hips, hers locked behind his neck. He dips his head down. “I think we both know,” he whispers, his breath fanning the shell of her ear. “We both know that you’re all talk.” Her heart thrums against her ribcage, she feared it may burst out if it beat any harder. He chuckles softly as he wraps her arms around the base of her back, tugging her against him. “You’re not denying it,” he purrs against her ear. - End POV

Him: I always thought of myself as the hero, the man who could do no harm. But then I met her and I realized the only difference between a hero and a villain is perception. Because for her, I was the hero, and for anyone who looked her way... let's just say they won't be doing that again. -- Her: We make eye contact from across the ballroom, He, like it, is beautiful, lounging back at his cloth covered table. His hair dark, almost black, his body lean but cut sharply with toned muscle. I've never thought much of brown eyes but then, I'd never seen his. Bourbon whiskey. The kind you'd see a boss drink, swirling it in their glass while looking - or more like plotting - upon their city of crime, cars, lights and stars. Eyes that make the world come alive and girls look quickly away, blushing. I look at my glass of water, suddenly thirsty. I should have got the wine. Of course I'd only be here for a little while, balls generally suck regardless of their beauty. I'm sorry but who wants to eat caviar and the meat the chef got too lazy to cook? Regardless, I'm here to do what I do best, dance. That's why I snuck in after all. I look up to seek out a partner just to be drawn back over to the whiskey colored eyes that I find have never left me, making my heart speed up irrationally. I'm not sure what I'm doing as I stand from my table and start walking over to the beautiful man, I just know that i want to dance. A small smirk appears on his lips as I move towards him, as if he can read my confused thoughts. God, this is a bad idea but I remind myself that It's just a dance, just a dance. I will never see this man again unless it's on the cover of a magazine and with that thought my inhibitions subside and I- I stop in front of the beautiful man and look down at him. He's even more striking up close. With razor sharp cheekbones and a dark little beauty mark an inch from the edge of his right eye. I could look at him forever. But It isn't until his full lips move to form a deep "hmm?" That I snap out of it to ask "um, hello. Would you like to dance?". He chuckles as if he finds my question amusing. "Aren't I supposed to ask you that?" His deep voice growls. "Well this is the 21st century, and you haven't, so I am." "Hmmm, and what if I said I didn't know how to dance?" He says in thought, taking my hand in his rough fingers. WHAT? He doesn't know how to dance? "Well then I'll lead, of course." I manage to get out. Amusement dances in his eyes as he looks up at me and replies, "You'll lead?" "Yes, I will." I say stubbornly. "Well then" he stands, kissing my hand, and only then do I realize his true size. He's almost a foot taller than me, but the way he takes my hand and the heat - or more like blaze - with which he's currently staring down at me, makes me feel delicate rather than small. My throat dries and I stare back up at him only to break eye contact when I hear the current music stop to change, I remember my goal. I take his hand and he lets me lead him, easily keeping up with his long legs, to the center of the ballroom. My favorite place. I turn around to face him just in time for the music to start, sounding like pure, deep, dark silk to my ears, unlike the satin in its name. I remember this masterpiece, although I'm not sure from where, 'Satin Birds' by Abel Korzeniowski, the most beautiful piece I've ever heard. No question in my mind. As I look up to the handsome stranger I can't help but think, it fits him perfectly. With his large yet elegant hand still in mine, I put his other hand on my shoulder, like I would normally be the one to do, before putting my hand on his waist, because I am going to lead after all. I take a step back, making sure to take him with me, counting to 3, then a step to the side, slightly struggling because of our size difference and that I'm not used to leading. "What are you doing?" He asks with a dark furrowed brow. "Leading of course." I look down as I reply in order to not mess up the foot work he seems to be doing quite easily. I'm not struggling too much, I'd just like to see what I'm doing as I'm the one that's supposed to lead. "No, why are you doing the part of the man and I the woman?" "Hmmm," I think about that for a second as I attempt to spin him out, which doesn't exactly work out so I pretend that I meant to just slightly yank him to the side... yeah real good, Enie. "Well, you did say that you're supposed to ask me to dance, probably because you're the man. So I figured," I take a step forward, watching out for his steel tipped dress shoes. "how about we switch roles then?" I look up to him as I finish my sentence and smile which gets his sculpted brow to un-furrow. But I quickly look down as to not mess up but it's too late and I step on his steal tip, making our dance slightly more comical. Eh, think about it, really I'm doing him a favor by stepping on his steal tip. Im sure those cost too much to not use them, right? So I don't really care as I know my favorite part of the song is coming up so when it reaches its peak, I go in to twirl him like I'm normally twirled. Shooting his hand in the air, But in that moment rather than me twirling him, he puts his other hand on my waist and spins me around, stopping me with my back to him. What's he doing? He pulls me into himself and wraps a strong arm gently around my waist whispering In my ear "yeah, enough of that". He takes the lead. "Hey" I whisper, slightly out of breath, I don't know if it's from the dance or from his proximity, I'll say the dance. "Hmmm?" He hums to my ear, sounding melodic with his voice. I melt into him, feeling his hard chest on my back, taking me where I need to go on a slower part of the song before twirling me back around to face him. Snap out of it Enie. I look up at him to see him smiling lightly, he likes to dance I realize. "I thought you didn't know how to dance?" I call him out. "I never said that." He replies. "Well... I guess you didn't, but why make me believe that?" "I guess I just wanted to see what you'd do" he chuckles, "Now that I know, I won't be doing that again." "Hey!" I gently hit his arm "it was fun." I giggle. "Yeah..." he gazes at me "it was." we stare at each other for a second before he speaks again, words that I cannot answer. --- Hey guys, I actually made a Wattpad of this if you wanted to read more! It’s called ‘Satin Birds’ by Elamore L. But my account name is Aleksalta you can find a link in the "about" section of my youtube that you'll prob have to copy and paste

The music drowned any small talk in the ballroom that could be heard but somehow she found herself hearing the barest whisper of the man she loathed more than anything in this world. He drove her mad and she knew not why. But she could not figure out her feelings even as she stared at the cause of them. She turned away to head to the gardens and find solace in the light of the moon for surely she could contemplate how she felt. In the crisp cool air she could still hear the music albeit distantly however a comfort it was. "I thought I saw you leave." She startled at the silky voice but she would deny he had scared her. "If only to get away from you" he chuckled and walked to her side coming to stand in front of her. "I know not why my feelings of aggression towards you have consumed me so but I should like to tell you, I have been wrong." She turned to him a look of incredulous disbelief on her face a nasty remark ready on her tongue. "I found myself so consumed by you that I mistook my feelings of affection for aggression and you have had me confused and dazed as though by a siren of the highest caliber." He took her hand as the next song started and he turned to her "O fair maiden would you care to grace me a little longer with this one dance?" She allowed him to lead her and she found herself studying him. His posture, looks, and mannerisms perfect. So much so she hated him. But as she danced with him she found herself looking at him differently for the first time. Maybe she had been wrong as well but maybe, maybe she truly had fallen for him. And as the music drew to a close she found herself not wanting to leave his embrace. It was as if time stopped as his breath fanned her face sending chills down her spine. And then his lips met hers and at last she knew, she loved him.

As the music enveloped us in its rhythmic embrace, I found myself entwined in a dance that defied the boundaries of our feud. Our steps were synchronized, as if the very notes of the song guided us towards each other. Every move we made was a reflection of the unspoken tension between us, a tension that seemed to transcend the hostility that had driven us apart. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world around us faded into obscurity. In those depths, I glimpsed a vulnerability that mirrored my own. It was as if our shared animosity was merely a façade, masking an underlying current of connection that neither of us had dared to acknowledge. As the tempo of the music shifted, so did the dynamics of our dance. Our bodies moved closer, almost magnetically drawn, yet a subtle distance remained-a distance that echoed the emotional walls we had constructed over time. I could feel the heat of her breath against my cheek, a reminder that beneath our differences, we were two individuals yearning for something more. With every twirl and dip, the barriers between us seemed to weaken. The laughter we shared felt genuine, unburdened by the weight of our rivalry. As the song reached its crescendo, our movements grew bolder, closer, until our hands brushed against one another, igniting a spark that resonated deep within me. In that fleeting moment, I saw her not as my adversary, but as a person with her own dreams, fears, and desires. Our dance was no longer a representation of conflict, but a testament to the complexity of human emotions. I could feel my heart racing, not from anger or resentment, but from a longing I couldn't deny. As the final notes of the song echoed in the air, our dance came to an end. Our eyes locked once more, and in that gaze, the unspoken truth hung heavy. We were two adversaries who had become captivated by the unexpected connection that had blossomed between us. Walking away from the dance floor, I couldn't shake off the realization that our relationship had taken an unforeseen turn. The lines between love and hate had blurred, leaving me in a state of confusion and vulnerability. I knew that navigating this newfound sentiment would be a challenge, but perhaps it was a chance to rewrite the narrative that had defined us for so long.

It was the last dance before he left. The last dance before he returned to the unknown. Their spars, their bickering, the tension, all gone. She knew nothing was ever hers, she was just a “submissive peasant ” but them-whatever they were-belonged to her. “Dance with me,” she said. “I never imaged you were much of a dancer,” he smirked. “Oh so you think about me? I wonder what your pea brain thinks about. What’s under my blouse?” She rolled her eyes playfully. A blush emerged onto his beautifully intoxicating face, but he turned before she could comment on it. He took her hand as the music began and he started dancing. They synchronized perfectly and she couldn’t help but ask where he’d learned how to dance. “My mother taught me,” he said, but she could tell that there was pain in his voice, a pain only she could understand. “My mother taught me as well,” she responded, she meant it to be consoling. “My mother, she was beautiful. She loved to dance, but my father would never dance with her, so instead, she taught me.” Compassion painted her face, he was opening up, he was being vulnerable, “What happened to her?” “My father killed her, then he hanged my brothers, because they weren’t fit to rule, but the thing is, I never wanted to rule.” Her wit fell short and she couldn’t say anything, she was astonished. She thought all he cared about was the throne. She could feel her feelings bubbling up again. She loved him from the beginning of their banter, but now, now she knew, he wasn’t the arrogant bastard she thought he was, he was a vulnerable boy afraid of his father, and disdaining the throne. All she could do was place a kiss on his cheek. “I do not hate you. I never have.” A new song started before he could respond, and they were moving as quickly as possible, focusing their attention on the position of their feet and hands. By the end of the song they were panting. Her lips were parted, he cupped her cheek and kissed her. His lips were soft and burning, passionate but thirsty. Her mouth felt tender and playful against his. “Shit, how will I stand when you make me so damn weak?” He muttered when they pulled apart. “I don’t know,” she smiled and dragged him away from the dance floor, to a place where they’d never be found, to a place where they could have each other, to a place where they could allow themselves to burn away all their longings. Thanks for reading, im still young but I tried my best. 🙂

I took a deep breath, resting my hand on his shoulder as his hand did on my waist, slowly bringing me to the hall like he was told. "Don't you dare make a mistake", he whispers into my ear as he twirls me in front of everyone's eyes once again. "Don't worry, i won't make a mistake like you did", i smirk, and press my hand on to his shoulder tightly making him scrunch his nose in pain. "Funny, you can't even make a noise", i add, chuckling to his misery. His eyes glare into mine. "Sure let's go inside my room and i will show you what type of noises i can make you do." I shake my head and laugh to myself. This guy is just talk....right? But somewhere inside, i was scared. Scared he might do things that would make me slip and fall deep into the hills of dangerous love. We step back like in our rehearsals. The hard move overlapping my memories. "You are going to fall if you don't trust your partner" "And how do I do that if he is my partner." "Try trusting him once..?" I step towards him once again as he grabs me by my waist. "Do you think i can-", i whisper, before he lifts me up. "Trust me...i might hurt myself but not you." That's it. I close my eyes and let myself fall into his arms and take control of me. From my body to soul to My heart. That's also when i feel a sharp knife through my stomach. "Ah", i gasped in pain while he emotionlessly pressed the knife more, not leaving a space to let me breath. Miss Jennifer, i tried trusting him once and look this is where it brought me...my death.

Both could feel each other's eyes piercing their souls, she looked the melody of his dreams and he looked like the musical note she loves to feel in her whole body both slowly coming closer to each other slowy feeling each other's heat and fastened breath. They weren't supposed to be each other's light they were supposed to be the darkness in each other's life but fate changing their fate to be the light of hope in each other's life having no care of the world holding each other and slowy moving their self with the slow music in the background as if it was only playing for them. Both are like christmas cold filled with delight and happiness "I might never leave you" "Good because i don't think i would have allowed that to happen in this lifetime" Slowly and elegantly but with a little hesitant they made their lips in contact with each other feeling all their soul, dreams and their love in a kiss "I want you to be one with me" ________________________________ LMAO I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WROTE BUT I KNOW IT'S OUT OF CONTEXT LMAO

And as our dance came to an end I watched him walk away knowing that no matter how hard I fall for him it didn't matter. Because we both live in different worlds and no matter what I did I could never be apart of his so I will just have to love him from a distance.

“I only have one chance to kill the enemy” she said hiding in the background while her enemy is the center of attention. She’s then spotted by the enemy he walked up to her and asked to dance in the ballroom. She couldn’t believe her thoughts “I know what you’re up” she said to him as they danced he turned to her and said with a grin of pureness “and I am the same but why is it so hard for us to battle when both of us feel something for one another?” She gasp and slowly realized what’s she’s been missing out on. “Touché” she said smiling with happiness in her eyes and realization in her heart. She danced on and finally thought “I’m in love with someone who is a supposed enemy,I guess love can really come from anyone and any given time” she rested her head on his shoulders and felt love for the first time as they danced into the night. (Thought of this short story on the top of my head I should be on wattpad tbh)

She forgot him, but he will remember her for all eternity, into which they entered in two, and only he will come out ....

This is very comforting to me, myself, and my Pride and prejudice, Bridgerton, and all those extra scenarios I've made up in my head.

The palace was hauntingly beautiful. The band was playing, the music was echoing in the huge palace. The crystals on the chandeliers were ringing along with the beautiful melodies. Anne felt a hand on her wrist. She turned around to see him…she quickly pulled her hand. He chuckled. “Oh come on…we both know you’re happy to see me” Anne rolled her eyes. “How would I be happy, for Gods sake. You kidnapped my own family, and you want me to be happy about that?” she nearly screamed, but Edgar put his hand on her mouth. “I thought you liked the idea of living in a palace. Plus, you’re the one that came begging to me for a better life. Isn’t that better?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. His cold eyes were staring at her, but soon after, he grabbed her waist and started spinning. “I hate you so much, you f*cking traded my family and they became a literal maid and butler…I don’t even want to marry the prince.” she demanded, trying to get off of Edgar, but he tightened his grip. “At least he has good money.” he said. “I hate you!” she whispered. “Say that again.” he smirked, sticking his forehead on hers. “I hate you” she said, but louder this time. She was breathing heavily. His lips were so close to hers, she could feel his breath. His charming, tired, black eyes were looking at hers, making her feel butterflies in her stomach. Maybe it wasn’t that bad at all… “Hey you! What are you doing with the princess!” a guard suddenly shouted, while others were running towards them. Edgar picked Anne up. Her dress was heavy, with lots of golden roses, and brown ribbons, but somehow Edgar managed to pick up all that fabric. He started running, getting lost in the woods. It was midnight, everything was dark, and Anne was still trying to focus on what’s happening. “Where are we going?” she asked. “I don’t know either, but you need to trust me.” Edgar answered, out of breath. “How could I trust a man that traded my family and doesn’t even know where the f*ck he’s going?” Anne cried. “If you want to live…” he let her down and got closer to her “you must trust me.” I’M SO SORRY IT’S NOT THAT GOOD BUT AT LEAST I TRIED, OK GUYS? 😩😪😪 Part 2 lmaooo “Edgar” Anne whispered. “Are you insane?”. Edgar scoffed. “I guess I am dear.” he replied. Anne turned around and saw that they’ve been completely lost. Edgar was also looking around but couldn’t see the castle. “Great. No parents, no money, a muddy dress and now we’re lost.” Anne cried. Edgar heard loud thumps on the ground and quickly grabbed Anne by the waist and hid her behind a tree. “Here he is!” a guard pointed at him. “Wait what?” Anne mouthed with an expression which clearly showed she was about to cry. “Yes, that’s me.” Edgar replied to the guards. One of them tied his hands to his back and the other two took him. “Edgar!” Anne screamed. But Edgar couldn’t hear her. Edgar was far, far away.

Wrote this while listening to this beautiful playlist: The violinist plucks a melody so enchantingly haunted, I barely take in the scene around me. Bright lights surround me. There’s people here too. A snow white mask obscures my vision partially, but not enough to ignore the other masked figures in the room. Colors dance in systematic brilliance-the music and flashing lights envelope each of the players on the stage that is the marbled floor. My platinum dress drapes flatteringly around my frame. Silver ornaments are fastened snuggly to my hair-tied neatly in an intricate bun. As I step toward the music, peoples eyes fall on the ashen form before them. I am a ghost-a ghost formed by the deaths of those dear to me. The only color I wear is the blue sorrow in my eyes. Phina and Nova remain trapped, and with them my very life. Jonz picked my old wedding dress for me to wear at his victory masquerade ball-victory over us I assume. *How ironic,* I thought, *that white was the color of peace* The knife hidden on my right thigh can’t be seen through the slit on my left. I hated the color of scarlet-but tonight I’d have to draw blood. I wouldn’t let Jonz-my husband-continue hurting those children. This ends tonight. *And I’ll go down with him.* There was no hope of me impaling the head of a department and not getting immediately killed on sight, but honestly after that, I’d probably finish myself off. The line of figures before me opens to reveal Jonz, dressed entirely in midnight tones. His mask is jet black in the same style as mine. He was just as he was on that day so many years ago-only, his heart was now as black as his wardrobe. His eyes gaze on me in complete awe and what he believed love to be. My face turns away from him, rejecting his sentiments that gnaw unrelentingly at my tired heart. *What if,* I wonder, *I give in?* **Ren, no! He’s evil.** *He’d take care of me.* **At the expense of childrens’ lives.** *But…I still love him.* My inner dialogue ends there as I look again into those dark, beautiful eyes. He offers his ebony hand and I take it, unsure of my own intentions now. “You’re as beautiful as you were on our wedding day.” He breathes, putting his hand tightly around my waist. I put my hand on his shoulder, and we begin the dance. I never understood the concept of dancing before he had taught me how with a chess board. My mind wizzes with the steps of our waltz: D2, C3, D5, and then the twirl…E5, E4, D4, D5. He smiles, “You’re muttering the steps, Ren.” A laugh escapes my lips, “Well you know I’m bad at this.” He stops us. “No, you’re lovely.” My eyes fall on his, begging him to stop making me remember who he used to be. This moment-this fleeting moment in time would define my life. **Just let go. Let him in.** *Keep fighting. Keep fighting for them. Keep fighting for Collin and Cody* …those names. My boys. *No,* I decided. *No matter how tired I am-no matter how much I love him, I will prevent this pointless suffering.* I take a deep breath in, taking note again of the blade on my thigh. I had to do this. I feign a smile, “Thank you, Timothy.” He begins gliding across the chess board once again-the dark king and alabaster queen in a poetic endgame. His pawns swarming the scene, the best hope she had was a stalemate. The climax of the melody rings through my ears as I take one last longing look into my husband’s eyes. My hand reaches for the knife. *Til death do us part* echoes in my sad heart. I bring the sharp steel to his neck, but a cold, familiar hand stops the blade from the hilt. He didn’t even flinch. Dipping me, he squeezes the knife out of my hand as it clutters to the ground, pulling me closer to him. Frozen in shock, his lips meet mine for a long, terrible moment. He pulls away and smiles menacingly as he whispers, “My dear Ren, my love for you does not make me naive.” His eyes unfazed and his smile as prevalent as when we began, “Checkmate.”

The young heiress despised the rakish duke, which simply caused young debutantes to swoon at the mere sound of his voice. But she knows the truth behind that charming smile was nothing more than a sinister soul that craved destruction no matter who got in the way, simply for its enjoyment. Keeping to the ballroom wall, hoping to blend in with the rest of the wallflowers, praying that he doesn't see her. Her uncle hopes to find a suitable suitor that could pay off his rising debts and get his hands on her inheritances. Between a rock and a hard place, the heiress knew she had to do to save her reputation from getting away from her uncle. She squared her shoulders, made her way across the room, ignored her aunt, and beckoned her to a stout-looking man they wished to push on to her as a candidate for marriage. Well, that just won't do. Standing in front of where most of the eligible suitors were, the talk grew hush; she stopped in front of the duke. A quizzical brow and an intrigued face were her first reward for her movements. "My duke, will you have the honour of this dance?" she stated boldly. Gasp rang around the women, flutter near the men throwing a vile retort behind their fans or a snicker to one another. Downing the rest of his drinking before taking her hand and leading her to the floor. "But of course, my dear" loud enough for others to hear, that it shall be the talk of the town. Lowering his head to hers, an inch away from her lips, "When I had realized that you were my little pen pal, I would have got a special license for us to marry. But I must know you helped my business deal when you despise underhand trading. You have written about the rats nesting comfortably in my home, that I've a clean house of. Why help me?" Her voice quivered, "Because I know that I can rest comfortably as your wife, then with whatever fool my uncle tries to force me to marry."

My hand in yours Yours in mine Holding each other closely A soft sigh reaches the peak One's desire floats like a paper boat His hands grasp mine I hold him tight I want to cry He hushes me to sleep I try to speak He hums to the music of the land The ground rumbles with rage I close my eyes I feel him looking down at me My body cradled like a cat in his lap He whispers, I wish we had more time I pull his body closer to mine He continues, Our story isn't over I whisper back, This isn't real I allow my thoughts to race He pulls my head up to meet his gaze He starts again, What do you mean this isn't real? Love, I'd die for you I start to cry He wipes my tear and kisses my forehead The sky lights up with fear I don't want to die, I cry out I bury my head as he pulls me forward He whispers into my ear, Amore, I'll always love you Love? You love me? I question He shakes as I raise my head to meet his gaze once more Yes amore, love. I just wish we had more time. He says keeping contact The ground cracks below us I cup his chin, we will always have time, I love you He pulls me in for our first kiss Fireworks, in me and around us The sounds of bombs echo throughout my body He holds me close, pulling tightly His body draped over mine Mine warm and covered His head over my neck Mine close to his chest Soft mumbles escape his soft lips A faint tear of mine hits his hand His eyes close Mine had remained shut My mind raced over what we could've been Maybe in another life I thought I take my last breath as the light wanders into our space I hear his stuttering breath, wishing it didn't have to end like this The wind twirls around us, dancing like 2 young lovers They were perfect for each other Time just wasn't in their favor Hi! Please don't copy, This is an excerpt from a piece that I'm working on. Although it's not in an actual book, I'd love feedback on what I could do. Here's my wattpad- @xSoph_Cookies I love this trope. Enemies to lovers

hello, wattpad community, i’m stealing this to put in chapter 31 of one of my stories bc it is just amazing and matches the vibe. ty, ly, goodbye til next time

You're all talented individuals with the soul of lost poets, whose potential remains untapped 🖤🖤🖤

he stared at her fondly,it was the first time he was examining her every feature. Her beautiful plumpy lips as red as a red rose or maybe prettier then rose,that nose bridge ,those big eyelashes saying themselves that they don't need any product to be attractive and most irresistible ,charismatic brown eyes , the eyes that can drown a whole man and still it won't be enough ,like a magnet attracting everything which catch a sight of these eyes ,eyes that can illuminate someone's life just by staring at their s , eyes that had thousands of stories in them,thousands of emotions and a glimpse of sadness,loneliness, the eyes telling him that she need a shoulder to cry.he was totally lost in her eyes her perfect features made him think she is some angel

He was straining his feelings for so long...but this time their bodies are so close...her beauty is undeniable...he cannot just love her because she is evil hearted beauty...still he may die in her arms soon cause he fell for her.

“You’ve never danced in your life?” He asked with a mocking tone, slight grin arose on his face. “It’s none of your business, I will never dance with you, so don’t stress out over it” she said. Oh but was it wrong. They were enemies, they were born to be one. When two families fought every member of the family automatically stared in a competition. It really wasn’t a good situation for both of them, born days apart, raised to despise one another, they had to learn to hate even before they could love. Unfortunately for them their paths constantly crossed, as much they tried to stay apart, they only got closer. It was night of a gala, whole town was invited, and nobody knew who was who. The theme was ‘hidden part of our identities’ everyone wore masks. Even family members couldn’t recognize each other. “I’m nervous, it’s like something is about to happen” she said to her mother, while looking at a blood red dress that complimented her slender figure. The night began, it was as magical as everyone imagined. Night full of surprises. She got asked to dance by multiple people already, but noone seemed to get her attention. “Why is this gorgeous lady, sitting all by herself when there’s plenty of men around?” She looked up only to see the most beautiful blue pair of eyes staring at grey ones of her own. She got lost in them, they were like the ocean, calm but so deep. “Would you like to dance beautiful?” He asked while reaching his hand for hers. She didn’t give a second thought and agreed. No one knew that at that time, the guy who was talking to her was a nervous wreck, when he walked in, he felt captivated by her precence, her beautiful gray eyes, long auburn hair, magnificent smile, he couldn’t get his eyes off her. Every time someone talked to her he felt jealously burn through him, after the last guy he finally got the guts to ask her to dance. The dance was amazing. All the eyes were on the two. But for them it was, us against the world, no one existed exept them, every rhythm, every step it was heaven. The way their bodies swayed in beat, was magical. They never belived in soulmates but whatever was happening now was far beyond them. The song ended, they stood breathlessly facing each other. They didn’t want this to end, but the night was over. He looked in her eyes as if he asked a permission to do something, but it was met by the same exact emotion as the latter. He leaned in and gently kissed her lips. Sparks flew, and even though it lasted for only few seconds they wanted it continue for hours,years, centuries; “And then he kissed me!!!” She told her sister everything that happened last night. “Okay that’s one mystery man, did you got his name?” Sister asked. “Oh my god, no!” She gasped. It all happend so fast she forgot basic manners. Her sister just laughed at her stupidity; “And I never got her name… ugh I’m so stupid” he got angry at himself while getting ready. “Come one big boy, we are going to be late” his mom called from outside. “Comming” ; “Hello, sir Cortez” “Greeting, sir Martinez, hopefully we can be civil during the dinner.” “Of course we will” And than it happend. She looked at him. That’s when she realized, the eyes she despised the most, were also ones she sunk in so deep, the smile he found so charming, was the one he always found attractive. the person they despised the most, was a person whom they danced with the previous night. And it was not right. It was no where right. It felt so wrong, but at the same time nothing felt as right before…

Sometimes it seems to me that someone is missing, as if someone should be there, but he is not. And a month ago I was at the cemetery and it seemed to me as if someone was calling me, the next night it seemed to me as if someone came and watched me sleep, and then stroked my hair and left... I'm in so much fucking pain

he spins around twirling me as we dance. I have to remember the mission... I know that the only reason i'm here is because of him. But still when I look into his deep dark brown eyes something inside me wants to forget it all and live like this. He leans in close and whispers "I've had to dance with lots of woman," He whispers and his eyes dart all across the room to the woman around. "but not once... have I gotten the chance to dance with a villian" his voice is dark and soothing even. A chill runs down my spine. My deep white dress spins as the people around us seem to disapear. Until it's just me... Him... and the ball room. We twirl and dance for what feels like an eternity.

He was in the mafia, she was a spy. They were forced to team up to take down a common enemy and to that, they had to go undercover as a couple during a masquerade ball. As they danced, they slowly began to fall in love, forgetting the mission at hand, allowing their enemy to escape. Once they had realized they messed up, they ran away together so neither of them would be hurt or punished. But that was one of the worst mistakes they could have made. They were caught by the mafia boss. "You let him get away. Now face the consequences," the boss's voice rang in their ears. He stepped in front of her. But it was too late. She was dead. He looked up and stared into the barrel of the boss's handgun. **Bang**... They were both dead. They never got to grow old together or do anything together after that night. But at least they died in each other's arms trying to protect each other...

Sorry if I made any mistakes , English isn’t my first language but I hope you’ll enjoy what I imagined while listening to this playlist! The way I see him dance with other girls has taking me in a spiral. My head is confused. I don’t know what to think. We are enemies but at the same time there is something there. Between us. I turn around so I don’t have to see him dance with other girls. ‘Your dress is beautiful’. I turn around. It’s his stupid friend that I hate even more than him. ‘May I dance with you?’ asked his friend. While he asked that I could see Simon’s eyes boiling with anger. ‘Yes, you may.’ I agreed just to see how far Simon will go to have me. A new song started and we started dancing. In the dance we have to change partners. I come to dance with a man that has a scar running across his face. And then I’m with that stupid face again. Suddenly I feel a hand on my back. I was wearing a beautiful dress with an open back. I had a chain running down my back and 4 chains around each arm as “sleeves”. ‘Back. Off’. It’s Simon. His friends put his arms up to let him know that I’m all his to take. ‘I’m sorry that you had to dance with him’ he says. ‘But fortunately for me, you will have very low expectations of my dancing.’ ‘On the contrary’ I say. ‘If you want to dance with me, you must be an excellent dancer. I always set for the very best.’ He smirks. ‘You will see.’ The next songs starts. It’s actually one of my favorite. He places one of his hands on my exposed back and with the other one he holds my hand. I feel my thoughts draft away. I close my eyes to listen to the melody of the song. ‘I love this song’ he says. My eyes widen open from surprises. ‘I’m sorry, what?’. ‘I said that I love this song, especially because I got the opportunity to dance to it with someone very special.’ I feel that I’m starting to get jealous. But why. I don’t like him. He is the one obsessed with me, not the other way around. I can’t help but to wonder who this very special someone is. ‘Oh yeah, is that so. Someone very special. May I know who it is?’ I ask. ‘Why do you want to know, darling?’ ‘Don’t call me that!’ I can feel that my face is turning red. ‘This very special someone, is a lady. She has beautiful green eyes and short brown hair. Some people may say we look alike.’ ‘I like to call her darling, my darling.’ My eyes widen while the song ends. ‘I.. I do not know who you mean. It couldn’t be me. I’m no one’s darling', I said while lowering my eyes. ‘Who said it was you?’. I feel… I feel longing. I’m longing to be that girl. Ah f*ck, why am I falling for my enemy. A new song starts and we keep dancing together. ‘Ow, now don’t be so reluctant, it will make the dancing only harder.’ He sighs. ‘That special someone.. is you. And maybe you’re not mine, but you are certainly not from any other person that hasn’t left their eyes from you since the moment you walked in with this beautiful dress that you made yourself. You knew that I would be here and wanted to know how far I’ll go to have you, so you danced with that guy that I used to call my friend. But know, he is all alone watching us dance away while you haven’t taken your eyes from me. So please, let’s stop pretend. I’ll go as far as you need me to, just to be with you. To be with the most beautiful and intelligent girl I have ever met. Now, just relax and trust me.’ I was shocked. His brown eyes had gained something magical. It seemed as if I could see his heart in his eyes. I felt flattered, but I didn’t know how to react. A year ago I didn’t even know him. And we have such different views of things. He can be really selfish. He thinks that the man always has the last word. But maybe that’s exactly what I need. Someone who can tell me what is happening and help me through it. While looking in his eyes, I don’t know what to think or to respond. ‘How.. How did you do this?’ I asked. ‘Do what?’. ‘To know what I was doing, how do you know if I will trust you? No, how can I know that I can trust you?’ He looked directly into my eyes and said ‘You can’t. You can never trust anyone, but you can go on and be alone or live with it and try to share it with someone. Promises doesn’t mean anything in this century. But if there is something in you that is longing to dance with me and maybe just maybe give me a little bit of your trust, we could try to see how far we can go together.’ I looked at him, and all of my thoughts just disappeared. ‘Let’s see how far we can dance without wanting more.’ I said. He laughed a little bit. I could hear the music go down. We were already dancing for half an hour. He tightened his grip around me and his face moved very close to my ear. ‘I need more’ he whispered and looked directly in my eyes before he kissed me. And in that moment, I still didn’t know if I could trust him, but it didn’t matter. It felt right and I was finally happy. ‘Thank you for this dance, my darling. I will never forget it’. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it

Seth had come to kill the one who standed in his way, only to find she wasnt going to fight. With his blade drawn, he stood, not knowing what was going to happen "Well... im here" Harper, an assassin, dropped her knife and smiled. "I've always admired your your lack of armour... and that hair. Just, so handsome" Seth became frustrated "Enough with your stupid games, what do you want!?" Harper took a step closer. "Your heart..." Seth blushed, but quickly snapped out of his trance. "Yeah right, thats if i even have one. Besides... your in my way" "You act like your numb to emotions, but stop ignoring the fact that you love me" Seth sighed. "I hate that your right"

It was a euphoric type of feeling. Having the one you’ve admired and wished, the dearest, to hold you close in front of so many. To have their hands encase your waist and the other grasp your own in such a tight hold. It would have been a wonderful night except it wasn't the person I’d wished for it to be grasping onto me this evening. Quite the opposite, really. The difference of being loved and hated was a drastic contrast with nothing but differences in everyone's eyes. But in this moment those differences seemed to be the same as to the reasons why it could be considered love. We were on the dance floor. Being held by none other than the person I’ve loathed for the entirety of my life. A man that was considered to be nothing other than my rival. The only achievement I should fulfill before returning home. His hand wrapped around my waist, his other entangled within my own. The room watched as our eyes demanded the conflicting rage of one another. It seemed it was only us two in the room at that moment. The whispers were prominent. His hand on my back was quite noticeable. It was like being burned alive with the mere contrast of one anothers flesh. A devilishly exciting predicament we’d found each other to be in. The dancers seemed to float away from the floor leaving us more space as we fought for dominance over who would lead. Green eyes never once leaving brown. Our red and black ensemble having adored one another as though we’d planned the matching pair. The crown prince, what a match maker he was to set his older brother, the king and I up. We swayed throughout the hollow room. Each turn being larger than the one before. Each step being a vow to best the other. Our eyes having never left one anothers, not even as he pulled me in closer with a grip of steel, to speak without the knowledge of all the other prying eyes who adorned the room along the walls with drinks in hand. “Was it your plan all along to catch my eye, to have me worship you on my knees?” Not so subtly I’d stomped upon his foot as he twirled me, presenting me to the onlookers witnessing an unknown war. “I would ask you the same, did you happen to side with that scoundrel princely brother of yours” as he brought me back within his hold I’d once more grabbed onto his larger hand and harshly pulled him into me this time. His smile gave way to the answer causing me to scowl as I’d pinched the back of his neck, “no man reveals such secrets.” “You set me up” he dipped me as we twirled, one dip after another as we traveled in a circle around the bare floor. Claps and cheers being heard, mingled with the faint whispers of the room. The music having grown in pace only we were steps ahead of it as it tried to desperately catch up to the battle upfront. “As did you, I sent in your dress whereas you sent in my suit. Who would’ve thought we’d come upon with the same color scheme” upon lifting me his hand lowered upon my hip, our pace quicking into an oddly specific stepped waltz. “Death in the room of angels, blood upon an innocent soul” our eyes met before we’d drawn in closer; this time I was the one pulling him in, whispering threats into the rulers’ ear. “All the better to hide the blood tainting us” the music came to an abrupt stop and I’d pulled away. Curtsying in thanks to the gracious king before stepping back. Fading into the crowd of people as they murmured their questions and spread rumors no person wishes to find out how they came upon such conclusions. Fading into the death of night, like the ugly duckling in a room of swans. Except this time I won’t become the most beautiful swan in the pond in the future. I’ll become the worst nightmare they wouldn’t ever be possibly able to comprehend. I’ll become the devil's reincarnation in a room of angels and their ruler will become my demon.

It made me feel the magic of when i was 8 years old, the magic of running away to other universes and having fun! I immediately dimmed the lights and started dancing alone or with an imaginary dance partner! Thank you so much for rescuing this memory of my childhood!

The dance floor light’s dimmed to a shadowy halt, as the once-lively music now took up a slow, waltzing rhythm. The couples around you began to meld into each other, bodies tangling, entwining, as the lovers all came together to share a special dance with their significant other. Dresses were flounced about in a graceful way, and suits clipped the edges of men’s backs, creating the perfect Hollywood couple scene, except with dozens of couples. You felt yourself stiffen; the sudden prospect of having to dance, really, *dance* , with the infuriating, stupid, downright evil man currently holding you awkwardly in his large arms unnerving you. But, also… you felt something stir at the pit of your stomach. A nervous feeling, but… good, in a way. Almost… romantic. The thought of his lips grazing yours felt better than you cared to admit, the only thing you longed to do way grab his neck and pull him against you, to feel his skin on yours, to have the sensation of his light nibbled tickling your skin… But no. He was your enemy, your sworn rival, until the very end. You shook your head violently to rid your traitorous brain of those thoughts. You and him were here on a deal, and a deal only. Nothing else you go on. Nothing else WOULD go on. The muscular arms clasping your body froze at your swift head movement. They jerked around, not sure where to put themselves. And that was when I realised. He was… nervous. Around me. You felt bad for the man, unwillingly, but still felt the need to comfort him. “We don’t have to do this… I can always just go now… this was never part of the deal…” I wanted him to stay, though. I begged for him to stay, in my mind. But his answer filled me with joy, a bubbly, fizzy feeling that could have been a mixture of attraction and booze. “Actually, I’ll stay, if you don’t mind, sweetheart.” His smooth, confident tone and words didn’t match his stance, but I couldn’t care to take any thought to it. Then he brushed the vulnerable part of my neck with his nose. I passed out. --- Not amazing, but heh, I didn’t have much time 😅 Lovely playlist!

*she was looking into his eyes while they were dancing* "Have u ever fallen in love w someone u knew u couldn't have ? " *She asked making eye contact with him, meanwhile he just chuckled* "don't fall in love w me" *she smiled and whispered while looking into his eyes* "trust me , i never even wanted to" "she fell for someone she knew she could never have nor she can even ask for but isn't the unexpected love the most beautiful one?"

pov: you're juliette ferrars, jude duarte, addie la rue, or jules ambrose

damn- the cruel prince vibes be hitting harder than evr

“I didn’t know you could dance..” he said with a smirk. I gazed up into his dark eyes. A few strands of his dark hair messily fell over them. “Of course I can.” I responded with a similar smirk. His hand tightened its grasp on my hip as we sway to the music. He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. “Isn’t it quite corny to dance like this? It isn’t the 1400s.” I said as I tightened my grasp on his shoulder in return. His gaze on me almost made me shudder. It’s so intense. Somehow we ended up into this situation. I’ve completely forgotten about the mission. I hate to admit it but he is so attractive it’s distracting. “You are quite distracting…” I said as I moved my hand over his chest. I could feel his rapid heartbeat beat through his shirt. I saw his jaw clenched which sent a thrill of adrenaline down my spine. It’s fun teasing him. “As are you in such a dress…” he said as he leaned into my ear to whisper. His hand on my waist traveled down my thigh. I let out a deep sigh which returned a chuckle form him. “I hate you…” I said as I glared into his eyes. “I hate you too..” He said with a returning glare. We stopped swaying and he brought his hands to cup my face. “I really do..” he said under his breath before leaning in and kissing me.

I don't know what I have written there are hundreds of grammatical mistakes and wrong punctuation but I hope you understand as its my first time I am writing something like this. The scenario matches the *Midnight Waltz* song Her pov- Me and my enemy stuck in an unfamiliar terrain...I am dancing in grass field and moonlight with him we know we both hate each other but there is some strange feeling curling in our heart...which we both try to hide, to not express it through our eyes...but we both failed because obviously eyes express truth more than words can ever explain. Our cold expressions turning into soft one under the moon light...twirling and dipping we lost ourselves in each other's twinkling eyes the poker face slowly change into a huge grin...we both don't know where we are going...but we are definitely lost in some strange terrain of emotions...all the memories we shared flashed in my mind from the start of our competition till this date...and I realized...it was never about who is better between us but infact it was about who makes whom better..."I think you should smile like this frequently...it's beautiful" he said pulling me out of all the mess that was going in my mind. He said this and my grin widened..." I hope I can say the same for you" I teased him...he smiled. I realized again how beautiful his smile is!!!!🥹 I said " You have a beautiful smile" with some genuiness in my tone. " It's good you at least noticed it now" he said with a grin. Now how can I tell him that I notice it every time it's just that my mind can't control itself to do something stupid in front of him. We danced in the grass field with our eyes never leaving one another. After sometime we looked up at stars✨ and moon🌙 We saw a shooting star... and he said "make a wish!" Although I don't believe all this...I wished that all the things that happened today between us...should stay like this and he was making his wish, his face was calm and composed, his lips curled up into a small smile. I want to know what he asked for. We both asked each other at the same time "what you asked for?" We both smiled at each other and and the wish remained a mystery...after all he was my enemy why should I care...no but I don't want him to be my enemy atleast we can be good friends...after all we have shared tonight a dance in the grass field...we spent our night like that.... His pov- We are lying down on the grass the way she is looking at me is all I need tonight, I like to stay in a bubble with her like this. From beginning we are famous as enemies but I never hated her...ok just a little bit...but that's not where it ends. Her smile that reach upto her eyes when she help others...that smile which make me go weak everytime. But tonight when we were dancing a while ago and when her ocean blue eyes met mine honey brown eyes...I felt like I am drowning in a deep ocean and there is no way to escape...there is nothing I can see except the horizon. My eyes sparkle in her presence, my lips curl up into a smile when I see her smiling. The warmth she radiates every single time when she is with her loved ones...except when she is me she hold back herself. She shows worst version of herself when she is with me...yes maybe she hates me that much. But tonight is different she is being herself like she don't care who is she with. She asks "Do you believe that our ancestors turn into stars after their death?" her question seems genuine but I don't know why she asked it. I said "I don't know...maybe yes. Why do you ask?" She said "No you said 'make a wish' after seeing a shooting star I thought you believe in this too" I don't know how she connected all those strings but it was a random thought that occurred in my mind that we should make a wish...should I tell her the truth? I think I must. l said "I believe in all this because my mother used to believe in all this and i had saw her many times making wishes...and slowly it became my habit." She smiled. And again I felt someone stabbed in my chest...we lied down there on grass saying nothing... while she was looking at the sky and my gaze was fixed on her. In the end I can only say I never hated her...infact I have gradually fallen in lov- No!!!....how can that thought even come in my mind... falling in love was never an option...not atleast for me. I even wished looking at the shooting star that...she should live blissfully in her life even if I am not a part of her life....because she definitely deserves better🤌 Thank you for reading all this I don't know how it is...as I wrote it randomly after reading all this beautiful pov's.

This music is the perfect reminder that life is worth living. I wish everyone who clicked on this video the most love, peace and abundance. You’re so much closer than you realize. I love you

Some of these need to be in Bridgerton s3

POV: you are imagining yourself with every pov written in the comment section & it's almost midnight.

wow, this is actually quite decent. You have a good taste in music.

Ayo Wattpad writers where u at?

“Yes, Ridley. It will occur as scheduled. And Ridley, do yourself a favor and try to just enjoy the evening instead of worrying about..” Tyson saw Ridley’s eyes staring up, over his shoulder, clearly distracted. He turned to look, and his breath caught. A star. She was a star. Wren’s graceful form glided down the stairs with elegant poise, and was covered with a perfect cream material. A translucent layer of fabric flowed over the cream, and into a train, patterned with constellations. He could see them, he could name them. Her long sleeves were also covered with the translucent star fabric, the tight material revealing the beautiful tan of her arms. A goddess. She met his look for an instant, and then dropped it, focusing on the steps in front of her. He tore his gaze away, looking back to Ridley. But it was too late. Her image was now etched in his mind. “Your highness,” Ridley repeated, taking his leave. Tyson nodded at him again, and Ridley swept away. Tyson felt a presence at his right, and swallowed. “I thought maybe I could officially meet the nobles tonight,” said Wren. Her voice was excited, but she was trying to keep it in check. Tyson was afraid to look at her again. He remained silent. “How many villagers do you think will come?” She asked. He kept his eyes on the door. “It’s hard to know. I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” She didn’t reply. The nobles began to trickle in, which soon increased to a swift current. Apparently the fond idea of a social event had overcome their prejudice against the peasant holiday it was celebrating. Tyson dutifully greeted them all, and concocted a brief introduction for them to the queen. She shook their jeweled hands cordially, but Tyson could tell by her distant tone of voice that she was eager to escape the formalities. Finally, the long line of nobles diminished. Tyson turned to join in the festivities inside, but Wren grabbed at his sleeve. “Look,” she whispered, “they’re coming!” Tyson looked, and indeed, a steady trail of small glowing torches could be seen outside the door, entering the court yard. He had placed one of his head servants in charge of the villager’s care, and the man would soon light the fire for them. Everything was arranged. Tyson forced himself to return his gaze to Wren, as the musicians began to play above the noisy chattering of the people. “It is custom for the King to lead the Queen in the first dance, is it not?” He was right. Wren remembered watching her father and mother swirling across the dance floor. They would take the first few steps of the dance, and then everyone else was free to join in. Wren felt a deep reluctance well up in her chest. To dance with him... You’ll be fine. Just half the night, that’s all, and then you will be free to escape with Cora out to the villager’s fire. “Yes, it is.” Wren answered him. “Do you know this dance?” He asked. Wren listened to the rhythm of the song being played. Yes, she knew it. It had beautiful, entrancing movements. She had loved to watch her parents render it. Now...now she felt more than strange at the thought of dancing it herself. The people quieted and moved away from the center of the room as the introduction to the song began. It was a cue, and Tyson led Wren to the middle of the room. Wren was tempted to shy away from all the eyes staring at her, but she remained steady. Only half the night... Tyson slipped a hand against her midsection. He could feel her muscles tense under his fingers. The dance began, and she swayed in sync with the music. So...beautiful. Tyson had never liked dancing. Or maybe it was just that he didn’t have time to waste on something that did not yield profit. However, this, this was...different. Because it yielded...something? Maybe. The first steps ended all too quickly, and numerous couples quickly filled the floor. The dance was one that constantly fluctuated, the dancers changing positions, and moving quickly. One moment, and she was a breath away from his chest. The next, their contact was held only with the brushing of fingertips. Tyson’s breathing fluctuated as often as the dance. When she was distant, he could breathe steadily. When she was close, his breath seemed to catch. And suddenly, as he found himself dipping her low to the floor, her eyes staring up at him...he couldn’t breathe at all. Wren’s head was whirling. The dance was over, so quickly it had happened, and there was no time to process what had happened. What she had felt. Tyson had stared at her intensely throughout the last quarter of the dance. His eyes had looked nearly angry. Why was that? It had intimidated her slightly, but yet again her curiosity was bubbling over inside her. She was going to figure him out.

Your heart pounds against your chest, avoiding the eyes that stare intently at you, finding the floor rather interesting. It was strange to glide across the marble floors with your nemesis who had his arm wrapped around your waist and a hand in yours. You don't remember how you ended up in this situation and you thanked all the gods that your mind was completely blank leaving no room for overthinking. His body was close to yours and you couldn't help but feel slightly confused. Should you focus on the strong arms that held you securely or the fact that both of you were in a business feud a few days ago? You had so much to say but you kept your mouth shut and instead focused on your footing. The worst thing that could happen was embarrassing yourself in front of a hundred aristocrats in this ballroom. "Why won't you look at me?" His whisper, uncharacteristically soft, sent shivers down your spine. "You would look at me across my office desk but not when we are so... close?" Taking a deep breath. "You are quite tall. I do not wish to strain my neck while looking at you." "You haven't even looked at me for once." His extremely out of character questions bothered you, so you whip your head to look at him. "Why are you concerned about this trivial matter? As far as I know, we are not close. Please refrain yourself from pretending as if you are my lover, everybody already knows about our bad blood." "I never intended to create a gap between us." His large hands travel to the small of your back as he goes for a slow dip; he looks at you with most hurt and softest expression he ever harboured in his eyes. "You make me reach potentials I never thought I would. You make me feel alive in this very fast world." Yours eyes widen at his words. He raises you back up and pulls you closer. None of you say a word and you two continue to twirl and dance. You felt your heart soar high as the both of you stared in each other's eyes; the violins harmonised in the background and nothing ever really mattered in this world. You thought of a life without the man in front of you and it left a bitter taste in your tongue. It really made you wonder for how long you felt like this. The golden lights romanticised the way he looked. It enhanced all of him into something ethereal, unreal, so beautiful, it felt like he wasn't from this world. The glow of the chandeliers seemed like a halo around his head; the silk and satin clothes he wore made him stand out more. You stared in awe; you suddenly realise that he probably was the only one who accompanied you to anything. All the crazy things you both had done in the name of competition, the way you two pushed each other above your limits without realising and the little gestures or glances you two did to understand what the other had to say without words. It was crazy how fate worked. He was holding you close swaying softly with his eyes closed in relaxation when the final stage of the music neared. You look at the man and smile in defeat. It was time you admitted. "I love you." You whispered under your breath hoping he didn't hear.

I can't belive this video has been now a year old. Listening to this almost 1 month after its release till date. Still not bored and I look forward to listen to it every day

A demon and her biggest mistake. She hated him with everything in her. He was a nemesis, a stain on her perfect life. The evening of the ball arrived. Everything was set; from the lavender curtains to vases of roses around each pillar. This ball was so important. Her first as a queen. She put on her green satin dress, embezzled with the finest gems, her mind was running hundreds a second. 'Will everything turn out ok?' 'Would I be able to prove myself?' 'If father was here to guide me maybe..' 'Nothing matters anymore anyway' She stops herself from mentally re-experiencing the past and proceeds to get ready. As the clock ticks, the ball room fills with puppets wearing fancy clothes and holding chutes of wine. She enters with her head held high. The person inside her quivers at the stares. She proceeds down the stairs with the utmost elegance. The music starts; a low but passionate melody. Everybody puts on a mask of smiles and starts the dance. Nobody dares ask her for a dance. The night goes on, almost unending. Her position keeps her bound to her seat. She closes her eyes for a moment, so tired and she didn't even get a chance to waltz. A sharp 'zing' sound cut her trance short. Her eyes shot open and the sight she witnesses was nothing less than horrifying. Bodies lay one on top of another, scattered all across the ball room, cut in half or more. Everybody dancing was dead. Her eyes couldn't open more wide in horror, fear but most of all *anger*. A laugh echoed through the now silent room and a figure jumped down from one of the many balconies on the first floor. "Like it?" He asked with glee in his voice and a taunting smile on his face. He came and stopped a feet away from her and bowed. "May I have this dance your majesty?" He purposely pressed on the last two words. She immediately unsheathed her sword. "Oh we both know that won't work huh?" "Go away." "Aww I just arrived. And and these lovely musicians look really talented." He side eyed them. "You've taken enough lives! Our contract was over years ago. Why are you ruining everything?!" "Because I love to!" He manically smiled. She felt tremors go down her back. He was pure evil. She got up from her seat and moved towards him. 'This ends today' she thought. He smiled at her decision and brought forth his hand. She took it, a numb look on her face. The musicians played their melodies unfazed by everything. They were puppets after all. He brought his other hand to her waist and led her to the middle of the bloody floor, littered with bodies. They swayed with the music, stepping on bodies, sliding on blood. For him, everything was perfect. He was smiling. A fraction of her anger broke through her numb facade. An hour passed, he didn't stop neither did she. Her pride stopped the pain in her feet. Until she realised he was playing. "You are such scum." She said with venom in her voice. He laughed. "Am i now?" "You dare come here in my home, kill my subjects and play mind games with me?!" "It was fun though" He pouted. She lost every bit of patience and swiftly brought out a dagger she hid on her thigh secured with a strap and stabbed him in his chest. His expression changed. "You dare stab me? After all I did for you?!" "It was my bad fate; meeting you." "Don't play some victim card. You wanted me to find you. You wanted to make a contract. 'Turn everyone into obedient puppets' are the exact words if I remember!" "I-I said no after. You never understood what I meant!" "Did I now? But isn't this better anyway. Just kill off one whenever they don't feel anything anyway." He rolls his eyes. She scoffs "You're pathetic." "Never heard that one before." He chuckles. She suddenly remembered his words from when they first met and suddenly something clicks. "You think I'm a coward." She says in disbelief, backing away from him. "I know you're a coward. So what?" She says nothing but her eyes spark with realisation. Her hand holding the dagger comes up but he realises a second too late. She cleanly swipes it across her neck. She falls to her knees and looks up at him, smiling for the first time that night. And for the first time that night, he wasn't. He looked angry, some might mistake it for grief but she? Never. He was angry she figured it out. He never thought she could. He underestimated her. He got down on one knee, leaned in and kissed her. She hated it but embraced it the same. She took her last breaths in his mouth 😭 P.s. okay I'm done. My brain has stopped working. Someone complete this please.

Jude Duarte and Cardan. “The Cruel Prince”

(czech) Tak tohle bylo to nejskvělejší čtení komentářů za hodně dlouhou dobu. Neuvěřitelné. Jen si posloucháš tklivou hudbu a najednou si k ní čteš perfektně se hodící scény. Děkuji, děkuji, děkuji!

I was half a sleep, dreaming my own enemies to lovers story until....7:44. This follows me until I die. I can litterly hear it

“May I have this dance?” my enemy asked as his dark eyes stared into my soul. “Just this once,” I whispered, taking his outstretched hand in mine. We circled the ballroom floor. My long white dress contrasting against his velvet black suit. Together, like the day dancing with the night, we spun around the room. Spiraling deeper into oblivion. I was lost in his deep dark eyes. They were a black abyss and I was helplessly falling, heart first. The faint smirk across his lips made my heart pound in my chest. I could barely breathe with his dark gloved hand in mine and his other hand at the small of my back. My mind knew the danger of getting this close to the enemy of the Crown, yet every fiber of my being was being pulled toward him. Closer . . . closer . . . our bodies nearly pressed up against each other. Was he as breathless as I was in this moment? He bent down toward me and leaned in even closer; his lips gently brushing the tip of my ear, “Had enough yet, princesa?”

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I was standing alone in the ballroom, all dressed up and polished, like a porcelain doll ready for sale at a toy shop. My hair was tied up in a high bun, adorned with a silver bow, complimenting my dark grey dress. I was surrounded with people, all of them dancing with their partners, swaying like monotonous robots, as if they had practiced these dance steps for a lifetime. Despite, their robot-like movements, their faces seemed disturbingly happy. But then again, it could have been a facade. Smiling was nothing short of a weapon people used to protect themselves with. A mere exchange of power among people. It was the biggest asset anyone could ever have. And yet I was not smiling, which felt like i was committing a crime Unlike any other lady in this ballroom, I had no prospects, no motivation to get married off to a stranger for political power. And marriage WAS more of a political decision rather than a mutual exchange of vows of love. No one could convince me otherwise. From a distance, i spotted Alec making his way towards me. Ah, Alec. Among all the people in this ballroom, there was no one that made my blood boil like he did. "Enjoying the show?" He asked with his usual cocky attitude. "It's none of your business" I said, facing up upright, looking him straight in the eye. "You know you don't HAVE to stay here sulking like a little girl who just lost her favorite doll. In fact-" he took a step towards me, offering his hand. "You could enjoy yourself with me." That cracked me up, I started laughing like a madwoman catching a few glances of couples next to me. "Me? Enjoy with you? Oh please-" i started wiping a tear from my eye- "these words couldn't be more incompatible." "It's just a dance Mia", Alec was staring closely at me, his raven black eyes catching my sapphire ones. It was then that i realized that he was serious about this. I shook my head. "No thank you, Alec." I said while straightening my dress, "I'd rather eat three raw pigs then dance with you." "Suit yourself" i heard him say, as he started making his way back into the crowd. I don't know how or why but i heard myself say, "Wait-" Alec looked at me then, slightly smirking. "Changed your mind so quickly?" Ugh he was infuraiting. "No! I mean-" i crossed my arms then, looking away from him. "I've been standing here for hours upon hours and this stupid ball won't end." "Well, it IS a dance ball Mia, what did you expect." I heard him say. I looked towards the crowd then, my gaze falling on the sea on people moving their bodies to the rythm. My mother had made sure i attended this ball no matter the cost, even after I begged her not to. Marriage was all that was set on her mind. My marriage with a wealthy man would bring us good fortune and restore our status in society again. Like i said, a political decision on her behalf. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a foreign man approaching towards me. He was no doubt someone my mom must have chosen for me, among many other suitors. I quickly turned to Alec, took his arm and pulled him into the crowd of people, the center of the ballroom. He looked surprised, his lips pulled back immediately to show his cocky smile. "I'm not doing this because of you." I whispered as i put my hand on his shoulder. The music started again, and this time a slow and meledious one. String of violins, with a mix of piano. It was almost a sad and aching tune, hypnotizing and bringing out a feeling of longing inside me. At that moment, my view was only limited to Alec and his eyes- His grip on my waist tightened and his other hand intertwined in mine, fingers locking in like lock and key. I stared up at him. My sapphire blue eyes meeting his jet black ones. We didn't say a word, and yet it felt like we were speaking through our eyes. We were both polar opposites, in each and every way. His attitude was unbearable, his way of speaking tormenting and his smile, so cocky. He was always full of ego, and confidence, never showing an ounce of weakness and yet- In this moment, his expressions were unreadable for the first time. And that, somehow, was even more scarier. His raven black eyes bore into mine, like a black hole, slowly sucking me in and holding my gaze. We swayed across the dance floor like this for what felt like an eternity, as the climax of the music reached he lifted me up in the air, his eyes never leaving mine for a second, and slowly put me down spinning for a final time. The music stopped and the crowd started clearing the dance floor and yet we stood there, none of us making any effort to move. The music had stopped but the beating inside my chest didn't. It was loud in my ears, like a drum, constanly drumming. I took a shaky breath in, turned on one heel and walked away from him. I reached the powder room, with my heart at my throat, my mind repeating the dance over and over. My heart was racing. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were dazed and hazy, my chest heaving up and down, brown strands of hair falling apart from my bun and sticking to my forehead. What WAS that? I took a long breath in and let it out slowly. Dancing with Alec was something I never thought i would do. And it wasn't even the dance, it was- His eyes. I had never seen him like this. His eyes communicated a thousand words, and yet I couldn't decipher any of it. Did he...have feelings for me? Or worse, did I? No it couldn't be. It shouldn't be. Alec was my sworn enemy. He was the man i hated the most. Our families were once friends- a long, long time ago. That was before his dad put our family into this situation. We were wealthy once until we got bankrupt, and lost all of our riches. My father made a contract with his father not knowing that he was a money hungry monger. When economy was declining, my father's business had to meet the sticky end while his father got away with it. It turned out he was much smarter than he let on. And alec was the same way. Cocky, conceited and prosumptious. Just like his father. And yet- Was I falling for him?

“She was another reason he felt like a fool. He shouldn’t let her provoke him so. He could hold in the retorts against other, far more annoying people. Why did he lose control when talking with her? It was like a part of him frantically wanted to dislike her” -Words of Radiance

Wow, i don't know what to say- I'm a musician, and a dancer also I love these songs in normal version. This vibe is incredible!

This playlist reminds me of Bridgerton with the songs being instrumental

The transition between Merry Go Round of Life and Midnight Waltz!!!!!!!!!!

Pov: He was a gentleman. He wore his clothes neatly, and possessed the charm a man should have. His life was pretty balanced, good brain&skill, chill friends, an optimistic future & what not? She was tidy, clean, but at times messy. Her mind roamed around the world a lot. She does crazy things, she thinks crazy thought. She's just lost in her world. He's arrogant at times. As he knows his worth. She has delirious thought, but is docile and afraid. Will they cross path? Ever? Even if they do, will she choose to stay? Or will she have cold feet and run away?

Their dance for goodbye both danced gracefully through the night, wrapped in each others warmth the time stood still as they looked deeply into each others eyes lips nearly touching yet so far from reach both broke free from each others grasp and breaths heavily, every glance she took her heart raced like it was going to pop she asked her self 'what is this i feel....' an awkward silence fell as they stood there and reach too grasp for another dance their dance for goodbye can't be described by words as they poured their longing into it, he grasped her hips and swayed it like she was his wife as the song slowly end, she broke free from his grasp and kissed his cheeks goodbye.

"Clarissa, please. We have to--" Nathan was cut off by our lips slamming together. I think we kissed hard enough to bruise our lips. He accepted the kiss without complaint, taking the lead and smiling beautifully into it. "There, that's your answer," I breathed out, after we broke away. We had little time to return to the ballroom where tensions were reaching an all time high. "Let the music resume! We will not waste this beautiful night by fighting," Nathan called out powerfully as we entered. Unlike other times where he distracted himself amongst his own whilst waiting for me, he stayed at the stair end. Unable to see this, I walked in as soon as the musicians had settled into their next piece. I started descending down the stairs, and I almost tripped upon the sight of Nathan in all his blond-brown glory, palm extended in an offer for a dance. He had been serious when he said he believed a show of strength between heirs would slow the impending war. I froze for a second, eyes filled with fear as I glanced out into the astonished faces of both family and partygoers. I took his hand, and he led me to the dance floor for my favorite song "Middle Of The Night" by the composer Joel Sunny. I took a deep breath, beginning to relax into Nathan's lead. I had to--we were dancing **our** song, which involved a lot of freer movements than our kingdoms' traditional dances. As my graceful poses and gestures were hit perfectly, I could feel Nathan's excitement to finally do this. To finally not have to hide anymore and to cause what will be a good uproar in the end. As Nathan lifted me, I struck a swan-like pose that I heard someone say looked like an angel.

I don't know but when I see things like "Dancing with an Enemy" I just remember a girl in my middle school class, we're neither enemies nor friends actually I don't hate her at all but it's just like we're enemies and the two of us pretend like that and believe it I don’t know but I miss her now 😂💔

This playlist certainly scream Love and hate at the same time Gosh, I just found ur channel and not regretting it 😭❤️

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eyes of everyone around us made me feel flustered. not because i wasn't used to it. but because most of them were looking at him all proud and respectful. it felt and is really ridiculous to throne HIM, as the crown prince and rewarding HIM for this years "welcoming ceremony". the feeling of his hand touching my waist, and the sweat, wetness in out tightly gripped hands made me feel disgusted. i couldn't bother myself to look at his "pretty" face so i looked right to our gripped hand, waiting for the music to end. while dancing this close, i could feel his breathing, and feel the aura. he obviously hated the fact that we were dancing together. it felt as if his eyes were going to make a hole on my head. i couldn't help but follow his steps through out the music but my mind was far else were, thinking about the yesterdays meeting with mister "mysterious" of all of the beautiful girls, i had to dance with the one whom i hate the most. if only my mother, the queen didn't push me to invite her for a dance, i would have never faced in her direction. i hated her as my fiancee, i hated her as a person, i hated everything about her. every time we swung around, her long black hair will swing and slap my face causing me to always look at her with mad eyes. but she acted as if she never knew about it and kept looking up front. i couldn't help but realise her long neck and eyelashes while staring at her. she followed me without losing a second but her face would always be looking at the opposite direction of mine. it was as if she was telling me that she hates me too, and would not want to be with me for a single second. i felt my blood boil as i regretted the very moment but i just couldn't stop looking at her long neck and eyelashes. it made me remind of... someone i met by chance... so ye, a story about childhood sweethearts. one was a prince while one was the eldest daughter of the duke. but due to some reasons, they started to hate each other. female lead was a social butterfly, the center of all attention. she was smart, fierce, educated and she was the one who created new fashion between the nobles. prince on the other side however, was not the child of a queen but a concubine. his only frined was female lead when he was bullied by everyone but when the queen died and his mother became the new queen, they became enemies. he was then, officially became the prince and started gathering power from a young age. he finally succeeded in bcoming the crown prince this summer, when they both turned 18. on the "welcoming ceremony" they both wanted some air, and went outside. everyone was wearing masks on the road and there they met, the person they believe to be their souldmate, who is also a person they hate the most in this world.

The playlist is 10/10 and the comments are art

This playlist totally insane, i got goosebumps. The manhwa automaticly just play inside my head

Why don't you amazing writers write these masterpieces in wattpad??? 🙃🙃❤

Why do I feel like I heard the first song from bridgerton?