Waltz Stories

Eleanor Whitcombe steps into the glittering world of London society with hope in her heart, determined to find more than wealth or title. Nathaniel, Duke of Ravenswood, carries the heavy burden of legacy and duty, convinced love is a luxury he cannot afford. When a single dance draws them together, whispers and choices intertwine, and both must decide if they will yield to expectation-or risk everything for a love neither expected.

Isolde Vale has been an orphan for six years. Her favorite saying? Rich orphans are still orphans. But riches don't last forever. Behind the lace gowns and polished manners, Isolde is barely holding her world together for her little sister, Eloise. When an invitation arrives for The Game, an annual, high-stakes competition hosted by the enigmatic Alexander Whitethorn, Isolde sees her chance. The prize? 500,000 silvers. Enough to save them both. The journey takes her across the sea to Silver, where she meets Tom, a charming stranger, an exquisite dancer, and, perhaps, an ally. Together, they step into a glittering world of illusion, danger, and whispered rules. But The Game is more than it seems. Allies turn into enemies. Reality blurs. And the moment you forget it's just a game... you've already lost. Will Isolde survive The Game, or will The Game claim her mind, her life, and everything she loves? "You must remember it's all a game. Forget, and it won't be." A dazzling and dangerous fantasy inspired by Enola Holmes and Stephanie Garber's Caraval.

Here are some poems that I wrote when I had some free time. They are all very personal and hopefully, you'll understand the message that I'm trying to give to anyone who reads my works. Some poems were originally written in French but they have their translation underneath! Enjoy :)

"His fluffy light brown hair, bouncing in the sunlight. Crooked smile, eyes full of mischief, his laugh echoing around the room. Us, sweeping across the dance floor, staring at nothing but each other's eyes. Somewhere in the distance, a candle lit up, illuminating the darkness that once trapped the light." Matt Paiks. Billionaire. Cold Hearted. Stella Sun. Cheerful. Outgoing. Those two are opposites. So what happens if they cross paths? Especially when they both have a dark past full of mysteries and secrets, never to be told. But that's not it. These two know each other. A little too well.

Rosewood Chronicles Fanfiction! Ellie, Lottie and Jamie are all at the Maravish Summer Ball. Lottie finds herself so confused, after dancing with both Jamie and Ellie. What will she do?

Rachel Tiffany Williams and Alice Giselle Silivasi were the most inseparable of friends; so inseparable in fact, that they followed one another from their artistic courses in college, all the way to their individual jobs for the LA Times. Yet, what happens when these two ever-loyal best friends ram right into another set? And a rather well-known set at that: Christoph Waltz and Mads Mikkelsen. When these four hit it off, will new friendships be formed? Or will such relations equate to something far greater? Perhaps, if feelings grow too out-of-hand, the concepts of truth and loyalty will raise considerable questions to each individual friendship.

Fury (n)- Unrestrained or violent anger, rage, or passion. Fury (n)- Three goddesses from Greek and Roman mythology who punished doers of unavenged crimes Fury (n)- A Demon originating from the depths of the Underworld, whose wrath is powerful and swift. Any Spessian who comes in contact with a full Fury will die. The only way to tell them from humans is their black wings and their lust for magic. Yearning for adventure is not always a good thing. It especially isn't a good thing when there are people wasting their lives trying to find and kill you. When you're the last of your kind, you should be doing everything in your power to stay safe, but for Allegretta, this isn't the case. To her, staying in one grungy apartment with her handsome, yet overprotective, caretaker, Giovanni, is as bad as living in the Underworld. But when she does venture out into the unknown, she comes across a boy who shows her what it's like to have friends. The problem? He's one of the people who wants her dead Edit 6/7/14: This draft of the story is discontinued. There is a sample of the new draft on here that you can find on my profile ^.^ Thanks for reading! ~X

At the most recent Ministry Gala, she'd been unwittingly cornered by the 'Quintet of Coots'... Will he rescue her? Or will he miss another chance to change his fate... Not if their wily champion has anything to say about it. And she most certainly does.

I only ever had one true love. One thing that meant more to me than anything else. One little thing that let me express myself without the difficulty of words. The only thing I ever loved was dancing. Until now.

A Little Scrap Of Writing I Found That I'm Proud Of Probably Won't Finish

Kiss I blew you kisses as I look up, I whispered words of apology as I mumbled silent prayer to a faceless angel I have set free.

I made part of this in a Tiktok comment section and people wanted me to continue this so here we are! This has dancing, romance, and more thats I'm not sure of yet 😅 so read if you would like and if you do chose to read I hope you like it!

- A bunch of short stories based on fictional characters. Not canon to the actual SMP lore, just short stories to pass time. - The acts in this story do not connect in any way, so like 90% of these are either cliffhangers or unfinished. Unless the act specifies that it has a second part or IS the second part to a previous act, then they are irrelevant to each other and do not need to be read in any specific order.

when worlds collide

A story where the villain finds himself dancing with *her* at a masquerade, someone he doesn't know. the way they waltz is just utter beauty, such perfect rhythm. This night can't go wrong. Until *she* looks into his eyes....

"His dark, almond shapes eyes, Pink, wide lips And delicate, sharp nose. // My dark, oval shaped eyes, Red, peaked cupid's bow lips And delicate, sharp nose." Together again, they dance. * Rights of concept and music and cover handed over to Derek & Brandon Fietcher.

A poem about decadence and dance