Novel & Cerita Ao No Waltz

"You aren't going to war, Raven. You’re supposed to be floating. Think of a swan." "A swan that's been shot in the wing?" I suggested, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. "Or maybe a drunk duck? Because that’s the best I can offer on short notice." "It’s a waltz, not a mountain climb," she groaned, grabbing my waist to reset me. "Just follow my lead. Don't think, just move." "That’s how people get hurt," I muttered. We tried again. I focused on the rhythm she was humming, trying to make my heavy boots feel like silk slippers. For three glorious seconds, I actually felt like I was doing it. I was turning, I was gliding, I was—

After a pause, she said, “Then they can’t be disturbed. Come Aino, I will make you a wreath to wear on your head.” “Alright! Thank you, Grandma Lewis.” Aino sat by Aunt Lewis’ side and watched her make a wreath for her. After about ten minutes, a beautiful wreath was completed. The little girl wore it on her head and she was like an elegant and spirited flower fairy. Then, she ran around indoors. She had just instructed Aunt Lewis not to wake her parents up, but because she had gotten the wreath, so she was elated. She was chattering like the larks in the morning and was very happy. The noise woke Sebastian and Sabrina up in the end.

He stayed silent before he spoke gently "but you'll be better off without it." Tears pooled in my eyes and I gently shook my head, "I won't." Neither of us said anything, I blinked back the tears and looked at Aaron with a Small smile on my face. He was still looking at me, his eyes a shade darker as he studied me, tried to penetrate my walls, tried to decipher the bundle of mess that is Noel Atkins. I wish he'd drop it. Now I felt uncomfortable. "Do you know how to dance Waltz?" Aaron said surprising me at the change of subject, he grabbed my hand and pulled me with him as we walked out.

"Now, children; focus." Amara sighed, glancing a kiss on Declan's cheek as she pulled back. "The rhythm is variable, but in a 2/3 count," Amara said. "The first step to look at is basically a box." Declan grinned. "Focus on each other, Sir? Or on moving?" He pressed his torso against hers more firmly, switched their hands positions, and glided into a Viennese waltz, all around the room, kissing up Amara's neck to the corner of her lips. She glided with him, melting a bit into his arms, years of practice keeping her up and going with the waltz.

Calvin was a slender blonde man who was definitely involved in espionage for the Pack, his slender face and body put him at odds with the giants in the room, but I was not foolish enough to view him as unimportant. Stood in a row, women facing men, enthusiastically coached by Kyra counting the beats for us, the music started as a gentle and romantic violin-based waltz but swirled up into crescendo with brassy notes demanding you spin ever faster in your hold, until you released into the arms of the next partner, they sashayed to the right, we aimed our twirl to the left and there should be a perfect connection.

The smells grew strong as my brothers and sisters chanted. “In a Macabre Waltz they twist and twine, Chains of despair in a haunting design. In the silent waltz of the night’s embrace, Whispering doom, each step a chilling trance. In the waltz of echoes, memories splinter, Souls shatter, lost in the void’s sinister winter. In the palace halls, where secrets steep, The eldest princess’ curse, her word to keep”

As if the two have all the time in the world to savour this sensual convergence. They are not in a rush. But they are not too slow either. Swift but uplifting—that is how Anaztasia remark their private tango. A few minutes later, they switched positions. Anaztasia is the one dominating the dance this time. Her movement was a rhythmic oscillation, as if she was just dancing a tango on the dance floor—with Avril’s sexy moan serving as the background music. Her flawless complexion was covered with sweat and ‘release’. Her bare breasts shimmers by the tawny light of the bedside lamp, making Avril even more ferociously aroused.

Our dance is a waltz of sorts, gliding across the floor with the other pairs, oblivious to the eyes that watch us against the sparkling Christmas ornaments. "Maybe it's best if you leave the party a little early," he suddenly says. I almost stop moving. "Why?" I ask. I feel I might vomit. "Trust me." His hand pulls me closer to him so my chest is against his. We continue to dance, his cologne filling my nostrils, body heat warming me up. "If I'm being honest, it's hard for me to do that right now," I say. Alejandro almost stops dancing, staring into my eyes. I regret the words. I regret them immediately when they come out of my mouth.

“Cate dances like she’s auditioning for TikTok.” “She’s very enthusiastic.” “That’s one word for it.” I watched her carefully. “There will be a waltz.” Her eyes widened. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about the Waltz….its literally my favourite.” She rubbed her face. “I trip over air, Adrian.” “You won’t.” “How do you know?” “Because I won’t let you fall.” The room went quiet after that. She looked at me differently now…..guarded, searching. “You really care about this,” she said.

I took a deep breath and then stepped forward, pulling Azalea close. "You look beautiful, Azalea," I said, my voice low and sincere. She blushed, glancing down at her gown before meeting my gaze again. I could feel the tension in her body as she waited for me to lead her into the dance. I took a step back, giving her some space, and then moved forward again, guiding her into the rhythm of the waltz.