Waltz hikaye

The Challenge of the Death Waltz has begun, and The Talent now finds himself floundering under the pressure. He now must ask himself; will he be able to complete the Death Waltz? Meanwhile, a few years before, Charles has reached Adamsula and is leaving his life in Vargo behind. Here, he will meet fresh faces and experience things he never had though the likes of. And although he left Vargo seeking the Academy, Charles will soon be stuck between choosing between the Academy and the new life he has found in Adamsula. The journey continues for the two, and might even end in the same place.

Home to many of the most beautiful tragedies, the House of Waltz is open for any to host at. The mansion is famed all over Venice for its rumours of curses and devastations. Only those who may enter shall find out the truth of the curses. What is there to lose? Not but an arm and leg, I hope. "O conspiracy, Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free?" (Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act 2, Scene 1)

Another randomized pair and prompt story. I actually really enjoyed writing this one.

Lizzy hosts a ball for the month of June at the Phantomhive manor, and an unwanted guest and his butler show up to be a bother.

This story/fanfic takes in an AU where Lucette doesn't exist, and that You (Y/n) is the new Ice princess. Once Upon a time, there was a princess named Y/N Riella Britton. Although her father, stepmom, and step-siblings were kind, Y/n's heart was.....cold. Ever since her mother died, it became that way. Finally, Y/n gets what she deserves, and goes from riches to rags by the infamous fairytale curse. Will she get rid of her curse and finally go back to being her old self, or will she learn her lesson and fall in love?

Olivia, woman driven by hate, will do anything to avenge her family even if it meant she has to sell her soul to the devil. "You were always a part of my plan. But falling for you isn't!" She falls for the enemy's son? Will love help her see through the veil of hate that has blinded her or will she shove it aside and destroy everything, even herself?

Here are my reviews of films and books for those with a keen interest in what's good and what's bad.

Short story that may or may not have a second part. ~~~~~~~~ They stood still and the admiral bowed down grinning, "It was a pleasure to dance with you, dear Faerie Queen." "Likewise Admiral." she curtsied with a wide smile.

An eternal dance...

Sarah Redikal's grandparents always dress their scarecrows up in fancy clothes. When she asks why they do, they tell her a wonderful story about the Waltz of the Scarecrows. It's beautiful, but it can't be true. The scarecrows don't really dance... do they?

A young lady name Chriselle is a zephyr with a phantom named Alex. she had a dream about having a wonderful ball in a beautiful garden with a prince....will she fulfill her dream?

You are desperately romantic just not with me

"They're in love, they look happy," you said, sighing softly as you watched Mary offer John a bite of her canapés. "Cocaine is cheaper and would also induce the same effect." The man was brutally cynical and there was nothing you could say to change his mind. Sherlock Holmes is reluctant to welcome change as he faces the daunting task of delivering a best man's speech at John Watson's wedding. The possibility of a murder also looms large at the reception. So does the possibility of a broken best man. Sherlock x Reader.

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?

He was a beautiful sight to behold, the king. He strode through his halls with the crown upon his head, carrying himself with a sense of assurance that frightened most who knew him. Few could see the weight he carried on his young shoulders, for the king carried his country well. The dangerous gleam in his eyes masked the shadows beneath them. The glint of his rings distracted from the shake in his hands. He clung to the shadows, they alone could veil his sorrow. For the king was alone. He had no parents. No brothers. No wife. He had no friends, for his influence tempted too many who could not be trusted. His youth too often mistaken for ignorance. So the king built himself out of the blood of his enemies, raising cities over the bodies of those who betrayed him, and striking terror into the hearts of those who tried to kill him. He was a beautiful sight to behold, the King. But even a rose is haunted by shadows.

“My names Starr, what’s your name?” “My name’s Stark,” he giggled a little, and then he continued, “Our names sounds alike.” I was a bit slow but then I started to laugh. “It does! Starr and Stark!” I laughed a little louder. Starr is just about to turn seventeen but then she started to dream about her childhood. Why did she forget in the first place and who exactly is Stark? Where the hell is he?

COVER ART IS NOT MINE. A ladynoir hurt/comfort au cuz why not. Best read while listening to So Close by Jon McLaughlin. Yes, that song is from a Disney movie, no, I don't care. Btw pretend none of s5 happened, I like to imagine so and it won't work with the fic. Now on Ao3 under the same username so go check it out :) Slight TW cuz it has what could be taken as a panic attack so stay safe. Make sure to comment if you enjoyed it cuz this is my first fic. My grammar is way better in the fic I promise.