Ao No Waltz Novels & Stories

"Get me another shirt… the gray one." With practiced ease, he stripped off the white shirt he had just put on and raised his hand toward me, waiting, as he always did, for me to hand him the freshly pressed one. The phone screen still glowed. I caught sight of Janine’s message: "Mr. Quinn, tonight’s event requires a gray suit." The professional tone was undercut by a playful cat emoji that followed right after. "What are you staring at? Where’s the shirt?" When I didn’t respond, irritation hardened his features.

" Elijah's voice fades slowly as the room around me starts to morph into the Alpha's Mansion Ballroom. The giant knowledge keepers are replaced with people dancing to Dmitri Shostakovich - The Second Waltz, unfazed by my presence in the center of the dance floor. Zigzagging my way to the edge of the room, I do my best to avoid the waltzing couples. The band changes to a musical piece by Johann Strauss II - Voices of Spring and with it the dancing pattern. Suddenly, I am in the trajectory of a waltzing couple. I expected the impact to push me aside, but instead, they went right through me as if I was a ghost. No, no, heck no! Did I faint, and I am dreaming again? For the Moon Goddess, what'

His dark hair catches the light as he watches me, a mysterious smile tugging at the corner of his lips. As I take a silly bow and move closer, I feel the magic of the night weaving around me, guiding my steps. His hand reaches out, and I place my fingers in his, the connection sending a shiver down my spine. We sway and spin in a delicate waltz, the music guiding us like a gentle breeze.

The two servants, also with their pure white gloves, could confirm that there was not a single stain. It was a tray of coals long enough for one person to stand on and dance. It burned so hot, it made Arina hate to breathe. He smiled cheerfully and raised his right hand, drawing in the air the strange scribbles that, Arina now realized, she had changed into a tight dress with tiered skirts that were cut on top. Ankle, this is a romantic Tutus dress. Why? Arina has never danced. “Come on, jump!” After his strange hand movements, the music turned yellow, Arina was no longer aware of what was happening, the only thing she could feel was the pain, the burning was not radiating, but cooking her l

Jennifer looked furious, while Elizabeth Blackwood, Curtis's grandmother, was studying us with a glint in her eyes. Everyone was watching. I placed my hand in Noah's. His fingers closed around mine, warm and strong, and he led me onto the dance floor. Suddenly, the quartet had shifted to a waltz. Noah's hand settled on my waist, and I placed mine on his shoulder. We began to move, and I was surprised to find he was an excellent dancer. "You're full of surprises," I murmured. "So are you." His thumb traced a small circle on my waist. "Showing up here took courage."

When will she get it? Right now, he just needed Emma. Then the door opened. Noah’s fingers froze mid tap typing to Sarah. And there she was. Emma. Her dress was floral, with spaghetti straps that rested delicately on her shoulders. The deep V neckline drew attention. Zeus growled in a lethal way. The fabric hugged her waist before falling in a soft cascade, revealing a slit that danced with each step. Her hair was swept into a loose bun, with unruly strands curling around her cheeks. She looked like the goddess of summer.

Calder gave a slight nod. Although he was dancing with Brina, his attention was elsewhere. Again and again, his gaze drifted past her toward the girl standing beyond the dance floor. Nola wore a light purple gauze dress. Bright and lively, she looked like an iris fluttering in the wind like a butterfly. She was impossible to ignore. He remembered the way she had cursed him as an old bastard, and the way tears had filled her eyes. Something seemed to scrape across Calder’s hardened heart. When the waltz ended, Brina asked cheerfully, “Another dance?”

Mrs Eze, the oldest, was fanning herself with a silk handkerchief that probably cost more than Zara's rent. "Sorry," Zara said, the smile snapping back into place like a mask she had worn so long it had become her face. "I was thinking about choreography. Shall we try again?" They tried again. The waltz was simple, elegant, safe. Three steps forward, three steps back. A box. A cage with music. Zara had spent five years teaching wealthy widows how to move inside boxes because it was easier than explaining why she could not leave her own. The music swelled, a tinny recording of Strauss from a speaker that had seen better decades. She counted under her breath—one two three, one two three—and gu

There is another round of applause. "Now without further ado, let's get this ball started." The King turned and motioned for the band to start playing. They began to play my favorite piece by Demitri Shostakovich's Waltz II. "May I have this first dance?" Grant asked. I nodded and he led me to the middle of the dance floor and he led me through the waltz,. I relaxed into it and set my eyes on his and just lost myself in the music. When the music stopped Grant leaned down and left a kiss on my lips. There was applause again.

I watched as people whispered, fully knowing it was about me. The bell rang and I quickly bolted for my locker. As I put my combination in, Alexa, the most desired in our grade, leaned on the locker next to mine while chewing on a piece of gum loudly. Her two minions Claire and Debra were standing behind her giving me mischievous looks. She brushed her long red hair over her shoulder. She was slightly shorter than I but had a body like a model. Her green eyes reminded me of an evil witch. Guess they matched her personality.