Ao No Waltz Novels & Stories

It is clear just from looking at him, even in his suit, you can see that. His arm extends, his hand facing up. Anais gently places hers in his hand and walks to the dance floor, hoping the next song is not too slow or too fast. She is not the best dancer, which could be why she is never chosen. Getting to the dance floor, she stands, her awkwardness radiating from her as Bob Marley’s, Turn your lights down low starts.

Noa glanced at Anita with a scary smile. "Sorry, Your Majesty! Servant please don't do anything to Anita." Wull was horrified at the thought of what Anita would do to him. "Hahaha just try it if you're polite like that from earlier!" Noa's way of speaking changed from laughing and ending with a snarl. He walked up to Anita and took out a blade from the ice crystal in her hand. Wull cried in fear while Anita had surrendered and prepared herself. "Already." Noa cuts the roots wrapped around Anita's body.

Perhaps, if I go into this with my eyes open, one dance can’t hurt. I hold out my hand, palm down, like I’ve seen the women of Dun’s Crossing do when a man offers them a dance. Anwen grins, takes it, and brushes a kiss across my knuckles. His touch is like a lightning strike, and I never want to stop feeling it. He leads me onto the dance floor as a new waltz begins.

Together, they swayed gracefully to the music. Noel softened his smile and murmured, “Amora.” “Hmm?” Amora looked up slightly, only to avert her gaze again. “About what I said earlier … what do you think, Amora?” Startled by his question, Amora accidentally stepped on Noel’s foot. “Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—” she stammered, attempting to stop the dance altogether. But Noel held onto her hand firmly and said, “It’s fine. Let’s keep going.”

It was an inspiring Gladly, I survived that hell of a waltz. I simply remembered the waltz I did in my high school junior prom is not even close to this. And I even thought that was bad. To be precise, the dance was easy to memorize it just so happens I was the problem. The rhythm was in counts of four. One, two, three, four and one, two three, four. Then you go spinning across the room while hoping you do not vomit from the vertigo. After an hour, I started to run around in circle and I think Miss Welching has also noticed it too, so she let me take a rest every 30 minutes that have passed.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ “You’re stepping on my toes,” Winter hisses at me. I’m not. I know I’m not but I’m not sure if she actually thinks that I am or if she’s actually messing with me. We’re currently in this embrace, a traditional waltz position; her hand on my shoulder, mine resting on her waist and our free hands clasped. We’re surrounded by different couples of all ages, all trying to learn the graceful movements of a perfectly performed waltz.

She said in a low voice, “Master Wade, that girl is Ito Nanako! The person standing next to her is the Japanese national treasure master, Yamamoto Kazuki!” Charlie looked up and he was shocked by Nanako’s appearance. He had seen many beautiful women in his life but this was the first time that he has ever seen a woman who could give someone this kind of serene feeling. Kazuki also recognized Aurora and he immediately focused his attention on Charlie. He thought to himself. Was this young man Aurora’s new coach? It seemed as though there was nothing remarkable about him at all. At this time, Jiro’s face turned pale, as though he had just seen a ghost, immediately after he saw Charlie!

CHAPTER 95 The quartet’s opening notes of the waltz floated across the ballroom. Ryan’s hand was already extended, palm up, steady as always. Tiana slipped her fingers into his without hesitation this time. The contact felt… exquisite. They moved onto the floor together. He drew her in close, one hand at the small of her back, the other clasping hers near his shoulder. Their first steps were tentative, almost testing, then the rhythm caught them and everything smoothed. Tiana’s peach gown whispered against his trousers with every turn. The chandelier light caught in the diamonds at her throat and scattered across Ryan’s crisp white shirt like falling stars.

Anthony kept his usual unperturbed, esteemed disposition as the crowd teased him, and no one knew what he was thinking then. Moreover, he did not argue as well. ‘After all, teasings are just teasings. It's better than having to dance with Waverly.' Waverly lifted the train of her dress and headed toward the dance floor. She wore a white chest wrap dress with diamonds adorning the hem of her dress. The diamonds twinkled gently yet aesthetically as she stood under the elegant lighting, making her seem much more prestigious.

“Pink roses mean love oath, right? Silje, you reached the top fifteen on models.com, and so you must have a crazy fan now. I can tell that this is an expensive flower basket made by a boutique florist.” Klare was nosy, and before she could stop him, he peaked at the card in the basket. Yet as soon as he looked at it, he frowned and shook his head. He handed the card to Silje and asked, “What the! It’s not in English. What is it? It looks like Norwegian? Bokmal?” Klare was good. Indeed, Kail hand wrote the words in Norwegian so that no one could read it except her. Love oath? No, these roses meant his revenge. His insane obsession for her.