Viscount Dance Romane & Geschichten

He grabbed my hand and brought me to the dance floor. "Vasilios." I hissed. "No one informed me that we had to dance." "Just go with it pudding," he whispered as he wrapped one arm around my waist. "You don't want to disappoint our guests." I let out a sigh as I heard the music starting in the background. There's no turning back now. ♫There's a calm surrender to the rush of day When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away♫ We moved gracefully through the dancefloor as everyone was watching us in complete awe. I looked up at Flynn. Even in heels, he was still taller than me. I love the

He smiled at me and extended his hand in front of him, before I could refuse his offer, he asked Roshni to dance with him. What?? Fine!! Of course!! Why would he leave a chance to flirt with a girl? As he knows very well that there is a chance, I would not agree to dance with him. So why should he face the humiliation? It is actually good that he didn't even ask me. Roshni accepted gracefully and even smiled at him before going back to dance with him. Vihan asked me to dance and I accepted though my mood was spoilt somehow, but I wanted to enjoy dancing. Vihan was a fabulous dancer and considered as king of hearts being a young and handsome cardiologist. Mihir glared at Vihan and he nodded.

"I wish I could, but duty calls. I promise I'll be back soon." As Marcus reluctantly left her side, Vivienne watched him disappear into the sea of masked revellers. A sense of isolation settled over her as she stood alone near the entrance, surrounded by the rhythmic cadence of music and the murmur of distant conversations. Although she wasn’t planning on dancing anytime soon, Vivienne couldn't resist the allure of the dance floor, where masked couples swirled in elegant harmony. With a quick glance towards the entrance, she ventured a few steps closer to the dance floor, savouring the enchanting atmosphere. It was almost like a fantasy; the soft strains of a waltz beckoning her, and she fou

"How can I do my part when you never return any of my letters?" -Son of a bitch!- -Okay, that has to be Erden, so that should change now- -But what about the papers?? I don’t want to fire Charles, I can use his fear to my advantage.- I sighed. This was going nowhere. I need to focus on this ball, at least for tonight. The Viscount slowed in his tracks before halting the both of us next to the assigned dancing space. "Do you wish to dance?" Sebastian asked. “I can brief you as we do so? There is actually quite a buck load of information you’d be interested in.”

Startled by her reaction, I cracked up as well. After a wonderful meal and bath, I slipped out of my chambers, legs itching for a walk, or so I lied to myself. It wasn't until I caught myself peeking from the side of the wall and into the GreatHall where men and women danced to the slow orchestra that I knew I wanted to see him. I sighted him, dancing with a brunette. Clad in a crimson jacket threaded with gold, his black shirt poked out from beneath both his sleeves that brushed against the brunette's waist. His shoulder length hair was slicked back neatly, not even a strand of his curls was out of place. I spied the rest as well. Morph, Vivi, Nyx, Tristan, Priam, Bren and Eliana. All clad

Patrick casually dismissed the idea, "Dancing is for youngsters, I'll pass." Violet withdrew to the edge of the room, maintaining a smile while sipping her drink. Meanwhile, at the dance floor's center, a spotlight suddenly illuminated a figure dressed in black who entered the dance as if surrounded by a halo. Looking up, Violet recognized the figure as Lucius. He was partnered with a young, graceful woman, and their dance was characterized by such elegance and fluidity that they seemed to almost glide above the dance floor. The woman's face was lit up with a blush of timid happiness so intense that Violet could not overlook it.

Always that gnawing question. Is it real... or just another piece in the game? I wrapped my arms around myself, watching the dress slip slightly from my shoulder. The bite of the fabric reminded me of the dance. When his hand had wrapped around my waist. When the room had blurred, leaving only his touch and those molten eyes focused on me like I was the only thing that existed. Like I belonged there. The dance had silenced the whispers, Valentina’s venom, the murmurs of a fake marriage, all of it wiped clean the moment Dante Rizzo pulled his wife onto the floor with that steel-jawed look that dared anyone to speak again.

I almost forgot he was holding me. “I will see him. Did you get everything ready?” Vladimir asked. “Yes,” Finn replied. Vladimir found a seat and I sat down beside him. The king gives his opening speech and has a dance with his mistress, Dora. She looked so beautiful tonight. After the dance we were told to sit down again and the warriors performed a sword dance. When I looked beside me, I couldn't find Vladimir as if he disappeared. “Hello, pretty lady.” A handsome man came to sit beside me.

It was her favorite song, and she knew she would do better dancing to it than some random playlist track. For some reason, her eyes flit to the VIP section again. Marley was on her knees in front of Kieran, but with the flick of his wrist, he dismissed her. Devyn could not help but laugh at Marley’s pathetic display and walked to the dressing room. Clarissa neared the end of her dance now, and she needed to get ready.

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.