A Winter's Ball Lyrics Novels & Stories

he pleads. I feel myself nod. He steps out under the rain, letting it soak his majestic mane of curls before opening the umbrella. He grins at me, beaconing on me to join him. He is just a stranger, I think sarcastically, what could go wrong? We brisk walk, leaning into each other. My head bumps against his shoulder occasionally. “So,” he begins as an attempt at conversation. “You are a ballerina. That must be fun.” I snort. “That is what people think but trust me, it is not.”

~Noah~ The pulsating beats echoed through the dimly lit house as Winter unleashed a side of herself I never knew existed. Winter, typically serene and composed, became a force on the dance floor, moving with a magnetic energy that left me both captivated and intrigued. It was a revelation – Winter on the wild side.

"I heard a lucky winner will get a mysterious grand prize tonight. I've been pretty lucky; I'm sure I'll win it." Hansel's annoyance dissipated at her cute demeanor. "Let's go, then. You have a lucky draw to join." … Winter had just put down her glass when a handsome guy with looks and build that suit her liking passed her by. Before she could say anything, Miranda spoke up first. "Go on. Take it easy and don't get yourself into trouble." Winter gave her a flying kiss. "I'll go ahead then." Feeling resigned, Miranda withdrew her gaze. Looking around, she realized there were many guests. Most of them dressed up for the ball. It felt really ceremonious.

Halfway through the meal, however, Gregory puts down his utensils and clears his throat. “Son? Eve? Madelyn and I have discussed it, and we’re going to be throwing a winter ball at one of the downtown convention centers for Christmas. It’s already in the early phases of development, so we knew now was when to tell you.” My eyes widen because a fucking ball sounds like such an extravagant ordeal, and I start to smile as I gasp. “Think of it like Cinderella, honey,” my mom insists, smiling again. “Like when Cinderella meets her Prince Charming.”

Rem smiles softly and I have to forget he's really amazing with kids because that's one of the few good traits he has and I try not to think about those, "I want to invite you girls to the Winter Ball. It's this Saturday." "Oh," I let out, surprised it moved so fast. I reach to grab the invite—a small piece of laminated silver paper, decorated with snow flakes, inviting us to the Winter Ball in the Grand Hall. I was only in that place once, during the Summer Ball. And it was a damn mess, "Your Luna moves fast."

When both hands reached their destination, he then gives her a tight hug as he sings in a low voice as if he was whispering to her. " There you go, saving me from out of the crowd. " He suddenly lets go and turns her to face him before resuming to dance with her. All the candles around the ballroom suddenly lit up, all except the chandelier that hung in the middle of the ballroom. " Fire on fire, We're normally killers With this much desire, together, we're winners they say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners but don't let ruin our beautiful rhythms

“You’re back. Did you kill the thing?” “Yes,” I said, then cut straight to, “Where’s Lyra?” “Oh, her? She and Myra went into town for a shopping spree.” A muscle ticked in my jaw. “Shopping spree.” “And I was just about to follow them into town myself,” she added breezily. “A little sightseeing before the ball later.” I stopped walking. “What ball?” She arched one perfectly shaped brow. “The Winter Solstice ball? Big end-of-Solstice celebration. Myra said it’s open to the whole town. Dancing, music, and probably enchanted wine.

“Do you have a date for the ball?” “Oh… no. I don’t.” Mikala’s face fell, then brightened. “I could be your date! Although I’ll be busy in the kitchen, I can ask Madam Cherie for permission.” I shook my head. “You don’t have to. I’m sure everyone will be busy. Besides, I’m not sure I’ll even attend the ball.” “Why not?” “The Winter Ball is a memorable event during the festival, but it’s all about celebrating love. Everyone will come with a date, and I don’t think I have one,” I sighed.

I found myself clapping along with the others, still too stunned by her astonishing performance. When Vale caught my eyes, I could have sworn a blush on her cheeks and she had to look away. The women together sang in verses of another winter song. "O Zimuskha-Winter Winter is cold Oh, don't freeze me winter," And the good molodca." Later that night even as I closed my eyes when I laid down in bed, the beautiful folk songs and the dancing and laughing still rang pleasantly in my ears. I hummed to the melodies in my head, luring myself into a deep peaceful sleep.

The Winter Solstice Ball was a glittering affair all golden candlelight, polished marble floors, and music so sweet it seemed to drip from the strings of the orchestra. The nobility came dressed as if they were the constellations themselves, shimmering with silks and jewels. And at the center of it all was Aria. She floated through the crowd on Damien’s arm, her gown the color of dawn light, her hair threaded with pearls. Every tilt of her head, every soft laugh, was calculated to charm.