your hero is falling in love with the villain (dark romance playlist)
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- Опубліковано 26 чер 2021
- A playlist for writing enemies to lovers romance! This 1-hour mix includes some of my favorite songs for writing (and plotting) romance where the Good One falls for the Bad One... ;) Whether you're writing a dark royalty romance or a mystery/thriller, I hope you enjoy listening to this one! Every few weeks I post a new thoughtfully-curated playlist (both instrumental and lyrical) to inspire your writing sessions. Comment below with requests!
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00:00 Can’t Help Falling in Love - Tommee Profitt
02:46 Toxic - 2WEI
06:42 Worship - Amber Run
10:37 You’re No Good - Hidden Citizens
13:26 Secrets and Lies - Ruelle
17:48 Wicked Game - Ursine Vulpine
22:27 Sweet Little Lies - J2
26:44 War of Hearts - Ruelle
30:29 Come Follow Me Down - George Taylor
33:39 Crazy in Love - J2
37:06 Deeper - SATV Music
39:09 Crazy - J2
41:49 Come Fly With Me - Ruelle
45:03 Love and War - Fleurie
50:16 Throne - Saint Mesa
55:05 No One Like You - J2
Thanks for adding the timestamps down here! Can I ask why you took them out from the video though?
Thank you for this!
Hi Abbie,
I absolutely LOVE this playlist and have been listening to it almost daily for the past month (or longer even). I really liked the chapters that came from having the timestamps in the description so I could sometimes skip to my favorite songs using the bar along the bottom of the video (I like all of them though). I don't know why you took the chapters/timestamps away from the description but I would really appreciate it if you considered putting them back or at least let us know why you got rid of them. Of course, however, I know it's your channel and you can do what you want. But I just wanted to let you know how I felt and how it affected me. Thank you for reading.
Can you make a video with the lyrics of the song? especially, no one is like you..
I love this so much it helps with other problems other than writers block
"It's interesting."
"What is?"
"How intimacy and horror can come from the same place."
Psychologically, they are the same. You don't normally go into deep conflicts with somebody unless you want to be close with them. My mom is psychologist and one day she speaks in her lecture, "next time, when you really really hate somebody, just imagine you are having the same intimacy with him/her as you would if you make love with him/her. Try, and see if you're still willing to hate them that much." Me sitting in the back, being like: WOW THAT'SSO GOOD, MOM!
@@kateanders5101 Getting Rid of Hatred 101.
can i lowkey use this in my book or is this not originally your quote?
@@ry7045 I saw it somewhere but I've literally no idea what it's from
@@ry7045 Okay, ngl, since you're asking for this quote, I'm already interested in the book. Is it a wattpadd thingy? Or is it an actual book? (And what's it called)
I will not write an Enemies To Lovers Romance, I will not write an Enemies To Lovers Romance, I will not write an Enemies To Lovers Romance, I will not write an Enemies To Lovers Romance. ENEMIES TO LOVERS HERE I COME BABY !
ME THO
did you actually write an enemies to lovers book? because if so i'm game to read it!
It's one of the best kind of relationships. When all preconceived notions of "what is love" is shown to have multiple definitions. We choose this and no one can take it away from us.
Or how about enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies and back to lovers?
@@ichoosejoy2712 omg yes, i want a book like that, if anyone has any recs pls let me know lol
As he inserted the knife through her stomach, he finally saw the butterflies hidden there.
😭SO GOOD
Godddddddd that's sooo gooodddddd 😭😭😭😭😭
That is just so... Amazing. You have got a different perpective and it's enchanting. Also this made me sad, that means he just realised how she felt for him 🥺
Beautiful✨
So unique so good it reallyyyy is so fckinn gooddddd
"There is a thin line between love and hate, every time you cross the line I'll pull you back"
"From which side of the line?"
DUDE
That made me chuckle... where can I read the rest? :D
DAMN
Oh oH- ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉⁿˢᶦᵒⁿ
"The side in which my heart can rest by your side"
I'm sorry I couldn't contain myself
Me: Nah, I'm not putting romance in my book.
Me after listening to the first song: ... I'm putting romance in my book...
link your book when its.done🤗
Same :))
same! :D
omg please share your book with us when it's done! Id love to read it
Same here!
"It's easy to mistake true hatred for true love. They both leave you in agony; trading your last breath to someone undeserving of your attention."
Okay, this is way too underrated
Beautiful
Where's that fron
Makes no sense. Why would the person be undeserving of one's attention when it's true love? Also, why does true love lead to agony?
Love does not equal pain.
You only hurt the ones you love, but it goes both ways...
I’m not writing a book but I sure am making up scenarios in my mind to make my life more interesting 😌
True
You are not lonely
Same
Yes.
We all do
When you know your character is NOT supposed to end up with the villain but a part of you can't help letting a fanfic of your own writing live rent free in your head
I've had that. Strange as it is though, I can't manage to remember the story now.
heh, throw it in then pull one of those "it was all a dream" cliches and have both endings you want. have that cake and eat it too. you're an adult and NO ONE CAN TELL YOU YOU CAN'T DO IT shoot!
shadow and bone 😭
Yup exactlyexactly
Like how does it even happen in the first place bro
I’m not writing romance but my character has a forbidden friendship with someone so this is perfect!
a forbidden friendship??!!! oh my god, y e s, thats sounds awesome!!!
Same! And the playlist is perfect for imagining random scenes I WOULD write in my book if I had the patience and time to write one
@@simplyramble9660 write anyway. :)
@@simplyramble9660 i believe in ya.
Same!😃 and the love interest is obviously a boy and a vampire. And my story is based off a dream I had a while back.
- How dare you! I... trusted you!
- Sweet, naive, little girl. Trust is for children. You, my dear, are a soldier.
That's actually magnificent!
"Trust is for children and dogs." "I know something children don’t. That no one bad is ever truly bad and no one good is ever truly good."
I saw this on Pinterest
@@yasmineguerin2852 I need That image
@@ImFurucu I got you
*Before 59 minutes and 54 seconds* Everyone has a normal life.
*During 59 minutes and 54 seconds* Everyone has a less normal life.
*After 59 minutes, 54 seconds and an incredible playlist* Everyone in the most talented writer on earth.
So true! I've been playing this on repeat as I work through mine.
LMAOOOOO exactlyyy, im like reading through the comments and thumbs up ing almost every story comment LOL XDDD
@@quimenga same
@@quimenga me too haha
ahahahah I'm writting a scientific paper, I hope this is true!
"Choose your last words wisely," sneered the villain, holding a knife to the hero's throat.
The hero shakily lifted their head with tears in their eyes. "I love you."
Noice
And i quite being a hero long time ago 😊
@@vibingarchive same
Maybe the villain after piercing the hero's heart will say
"Such a shame, darling"
@@vibingarchive Only the most evil can Stir what's left of the curious in me. I almost let me kill that side of me. But I said NEVER NEVER
NEVER
"Sometimes we cling to our sins because the sin is all we have"
Can I use that line
Wow great line! But I hope you know sin doesn’t have to be all we have, Jesus Christ forgave us for our sins and we can live free 🙏🏾😌
“fine, make me your villain”
- General Kirigan (Shadow and Bone)
Such a good show! 10/10 recommend if anyone wants to see a villian/hero relationship
Yassss!! I was looking for this comment! Best line in the whole series :)
YESS!! I love this series!!
"I will strip away all that you know, all that you love til you have no shelter...but me." -Aleksander Morozova Season 2
The goosebumps I felt when I read this passage in the book is the same when heard it in the series as well as when I came across this comment
Man this line's effect is nuts!
,,I was once a hero too…” She said while staring into his eyes. She was far from him, he was armed and she weapon less, yet he still felt threatened in her presence.
,,I shot, stabbed, poisoned hundreds of their soldiers… I was willing to do anything for our kingdom. That’s how loyal I was.”
Her words sent shivers down his spine. He knew what she was capable of. He saw what she was capable of.
,,So loyal that you turned on us and started killing us instead?”
He said ironically. His furrowed brows created wrinkles on his forehead and his jaw was clenched.
Her lips turned into creepy smile.
,,Is that what they told you?” She laughed.
,,That I was a psychopath that just decided to kill everyone out of boredom?” She looked around, shaking her head in disbelief.
,,Did they also told you what they’ve done to me?”
She lightly touched her scar on her collarbone. Her smile slowly disappeared from her face. She stepped forward, still keeping eye contact. He flinched and reached for his weapon.
,,How they’ve lied to me, hurt me…”
Her voice was no longer calm. It was vulnerable, shaky. She was just a few steps in front of him. He took his gun out and aimed at her chest but she didn’t even flinch.
,, …how they killed all my friends and the person dearest to my heart?”
She looked deeply into his eyes, searching for her answer. He didn’t break eye contact. He watched her emerald eyes reflect in the moonlight. It wasn’t until now that he noticed how sad they were.
,,They didn’t, right?”
Her voice broke when she said those last words. She didn’t look like a monster, she didn’t have 6 heads, wings from shadow or belt made out of her enemies bones. She was just a girl, whose trust was broken one too many times.
There was a moment of silence before she asked calmly:
,,Why aren’t you shooting?”
,,What?” He was caught off guard.
,,You can put a bullet in my heart and be the hero you so badly want to be. So why aren’t you shooting?”
He stood there quietly, asking himself the same question.
That’s so amazing 🤍
ohhh lordd this made me cryy 😭😭You wrote soo freaking well 😩✨✨👏
Omds plz make this a book
Wow. That was... gorgeous!
I came back to these comments a year later and it warms my heart 🥹 thank you ❤️ when I publish a book one day, I’m getting all of you a copy
"You can do anything you want in my castle. There's only one rule: don't fall in love with me," he said.
"Love? You killed my family, imprisoned my people, took away everything I cared about, and are keeping me in a prison."
"Wrong. Your family was using you, your people were plotting your death, and you cared about everyone except yourself. This is not a prison, it's my way of making sure you stay out of it all."
She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.
"So do your best. But don't fall in love with me." Then he turned and left her in the lavishly decorated room.
And then she did fell in love with him
Is this a quote from something?
@@oracle6486 just something this playlight inspired :P
@@SoLifeGoes I need this as a book, but make the female lead an assassin or a poison master
@@blinkriffia5545 Manacled is the best I can suggest
*"I... I don't understand. After everything I did for them, I did everything they asked me to do. I protected them. I care about them. I shared my happiness and problems with them. And yet, they turned their backs on me when I made a simple mistake."*
"No. They ordered you to kill. To destroy. To create chaos. They manipulated and twisted your will, and turned into a weapon. They slashed their road toward power and then, when they got everything they wanted and even more, they tossed you aside like a puppet that outdated it's usefulness. Nothing less and nothing more."
*"It's that what I was to them, this whole time? Just a mere pawn on their game? To think, to discover that I was nothing for them. --- What I have been doing with my life?"*
"Now. Now. _Sshhh_ Don't waste your tears on these fools, dear. Not everything is lost. Me, on the other hand, can help you without expecting anything on return. Well, only ONE thing I want from you. Your... support."
*"How I know you won't backstab me when the choice arise?"*
"Simple, because true friends stab you in the front. Quick and painless."
Where is that from?
@@worthfightingfor2299 It's a dialogue that I made myself for the POV playlist.
TURN THAT INTO A BOOK
@@mariapazgonzalezlesme That is REALLY cool.
This is so cool please
"You know behind those brown eyes dwells hidden lies... But his smile, you can't help it, fills you with butterflies"
where is this from??
".....This feels nice."
"To be in love?"
"No, to feel like you are. I don't need another heartbreak."
Perfect
Wow underrated comment this is gold ❤
Is it weird that I use this playlist not for writing romantic enemies-to-lovers stories, but instead use it to write boring school essays?
it's not weird, i have no creativity or whatsoever, so i'm here using this fantastic playlist to write boring bio records.
I’m doing accounting while listening to this 😂
Same
I love running to music like this…. It feels like I’m after …. Someone 😏
I find this playlist helps me to tasks I dont want to do for some reason. I am not a writer.
See this would be perfect for me but my hero isn’t a hero; she’s a sympathetic villain.
Oh well
Everyone's the hero of their own story. Maybe this is how she sees the relationship anyway.
@@jadaw644 Aha, yeah actually! It’s kind of a Pride & Prejudice case with her believing that the dude she’s around is a villain! 💗😂
So she is the best :D
@@bellereads6794 Lol, she’s certainly fun to write! Thank you 😊💖
So...swap it?
My favorite villain would come up off the pages of my writing and eviscerate me if I ever tried to make her a hero....
Even as a kid, I always fell for the villains in movies and stuff instead of the heros. Is there any story/book that actually has this plot?
Yeah I can relate! These are both YA, but Shadow and Bone, the book, definitely has it, and Red Queen is really good as well. Though they both have love triangles lol
Definitely check out the Splintered novels!
You can try Merciless series. It's kind of a trigger tho, and I'm not sure if I've forgiven the "villain" even after he regretted it all himself.
these violent delights, shatter me, from blood and ash, the cruel prince
these are YA and most of these are kinda smutty lol
@@amaraotiim3979 YES 100% YES
the “can’t help falling in love” cover is SO GOOD?! I CANT STOP LISTENING TO JUST THAT ONE.
Ikr
“Is this what you want?” I scream through the bars of the cell, my fingers still stinging with dried blood.
He stops, his back still to me, hesitates with his hand on the wooden doorknob.
“You want me dead, I know that already. But what then. What comes after?” My voice comes in more of a whisper now and my strength seems to deep out of me into the cold stone floor.
He finally turns to me, his blue eyes reflecting the thin stream of light pouring through the small window.
“You think I want you dead?” He says, taking a single step closer. My heart beats wildly against the inside of my ears.
“Obviously,” I say, pushing my chin out in an effort to keep my composure. “You wouldn’t have locked me up in this hell on earth otherwise.”
My eyes trail to the the blood dotting his shirt. Weather it’s his or someone else’s, I have no idea.
He follows my gaze and rubs a hand over his shirt, as if that’ll cover up the mess he’s caused.
“It’s like fire against fire out there. No one is going to make it out alive,” he says, his eyes burning into mine as if trying to communicating something he is unable to say.
“I am a fighter,” I say through gritted teeth. “You can’t honestly believe you can keep me here forever.”
“Oh, I know,” he says. “You’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever met. Which is why I have to protect you from doing something stupid. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died and I did nothing to prevent it.”
With that, he leaves the cold, dark room. I hear his footsteps retreat down the hall as he walks away.
Woah. I love it.
OMG!!! I need moreee!!!
I LOVE IT
WHERE IS THE LINK?
Reminds a lot of Red queen series
I sighed, my hands powerlessly cuffed to the cold stone wall. Suddenly I hear the old, metal door open and heavy footsteps...these footsteps that had once been music to my ears were now the reason for my despair.
"You're free to go." He said, the amusement usually present in his voice had been replaced with what seemed to be...pity?
"You're letting me go? Why?"
"Because I was wrong, you're not as important to them as I thought. I want to hurt them, not you. You're useless to me now, besides I think that being abandoned by the ones you trust the most is enough to hurt you."
I already knew that they had abandoned me, the so called heroes weren't as good as they painted themselves to be after all. But it still hurt, hearing him say it like that...it felt like a dagger had just been run into my heart.
I didn't want to admit it, but his words made it real. They had abandoned me, I'm on my own now.
Tears ran down my face, how could I still shed a tear for those who backstabbed me...
"Now now, don't do that… Take a breath, spit out the blood in your mouth and get back up on your feet. You still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong."
"What if I can't? What if I don't have the strength to do it?"
He kneeled in front of me as he lifted his hand to place it on my cheek. That touch...he touched me and suddenly I felt a little less war torn. I'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like but I think it may feel a lot like this. I know I should hate him, he's evil, cruel, heartless. But is he really all that, or was I simply taught to think that about him? He did betray me, making me fall in love to then stab me...but not in the back, no, I knew that would happen eventually.
When I loved the hero...oh that one hurt, because you never think that the hero could ever hurt you, especially when they love you. And that's what hurts the most, because you're not expecting the dagger they carry every day to be the one they'll betray you with
Love the villain, or love the hero?
Choose wisely.
A hero's duty is to serve, to protect. They are meant to save the world. They are willing to sacrifice anything and anyone for the greater good, including their love. Selfless isn't it?
But a villain...a villain would tear the world apart, without caring about who they kill or who they hurt, as soon as that meant you were safe. Selfish isn't it?
"I know you have no reason to trust me but we have the same goal now, to destroy those excuses of heroes. If you're willing to put some faith in me, we could work together to bring them down."
In case anyone wants to know, my Wattpad is @RaidensLipBalm
(Beautiful username, I know)
Your username is a mood and I'm reinstalling wattpad just for this
@@FragariaNoKami777 i changed my username, now it's @RaidensLipBalm
@@anaidonthavealastname8258 Oml yes
Heroes are seen as all good, nice, and selfless and that's why everybody loves them. Villains are all deemed as evil, crazy, and selfish and that's why everybody hates them.
Idk I wrote this because I was bored lol.
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"Do you yield?" she panted, sword pressed flush to his neck as he knelt in front of her, his chest heaving while his sword was strewn a few feet away, just out of his reach. Instead of being afraid or giving over, his lips curled up into a smirk. That deadly smirk she'd come to despise. Snarling, she repeated herself. ""
"I don't know, do I?" he chuckled darkly, shifting his position and crossing his wrists over his knees.
"You lost," she growled. "Give up."
"Did I?" he asked smoothly, tilting his head in a cat-like motion, eyes glinting under the midday sun with mischief. She watched him curiously, not allowing her expression to change from anger. He was unmoving, but in the way a snake is moments before striking.
They stayed like that for a moment that stretched long enough for her to properly examine his features. Damn him and his beautiful face. His taut muscles, his dark eyes, his full lips, his... Damn him.
She hadn't realised it, but, in her admiring, her grip on her sword had loosened.
He, however, had noticed.
Like a viper attacking its pray, a hand shot up from where it was resting casually, latching onto her wrist, gripping tight enough for her to drop her sword. His other hand opened palm up to catch it. Using the leverage of his grasp on her, he hauled himself up, switching his grip on the blade as he spun her around, pressing her back against his chest. The sword now was resting against her throat, lips hovering dangerously close to her ear.
"I really don't think I did." he breathed against the shell of her ear. His breath sent shivers down her spine against her will.
"Let me go." she hissed as she attempted to push him away, but he held fast. He hummed non-committedly, decidedly not releasing his grip. He skimmed his free hand up her arm to her neck, feather-light touches ghosting against the sensitive skin of her neck. Despite the unfortunate situation, it had her eyelids fluttering for a moment before she collected herself.
"I said !" she tried again, hand reaching up to grasp at his wrist as it reached its destination, wrapping around her neck and pulling back, resting her head against his shoulder. He moved the blade away, lowering it to her chest where his arm wrapped around her, holding her flush against him. The had around her throat held lightly, more of a threat than a danger but, , it felt strangely good.
"No. I think I like you like this." His voice had lowered considerably and struck a chord in her. In a moment of weakness, she melted against him. His head moved lower, dipping to the side of her throat and pressing a whisper of a kiss against it. "But, alas, it's not meant to be. At least, not yet."
Suddenly, he was gone. His arm releases its hold on her and the sword at the same time. It fell into the soft grass at her feet while the hand at her neck let go, ripping away from her hold. The heat from his chest vanished along with the lips that were softly pressed against just below her ear.
Unable to move on her shaky legs, she was left alone as he disappeared behind her, his own sword vanishing with him. She reached for her own sword, stabbing it into the soil beside her to give her something to steady herself against.
. She thought as her heart yearned for him to come back, hold her, make her knees so weak she could no longer stand and press his lips against her again. .
👍
This was good!!
Please turn this into a book!!!
somebody like my comment so i can continually read this, this is phenomenal
@@chloes_behindthescenesi’ll do you one better. liked and replied, just make sure to summon me sometime please. /hj
As his eyes came to meet mine, I quickly glanced away, feeling my cheeks flush. I hate being an open book. I cursed myself in my head for being such a fool. Here I was, surely about to be killed by what had to be the craziest man alive...and I was about to let him. All because my heart refused to obey me. I'd devoted my life to ruining his plans, to keeping people safe. Was it really all worth it, for this? I sighed, tears of anger forming in my eyes. I was inadequate. I screwed up everything. I didn't deserve to be anyone's hero. Of course! Of course I would be the fool that fell for my enemy. I'm so tired of having to fight the person I can't stop loving. I'm tired of forcing myself to pretend he isn't the human being I know he is. "Just hurry up and kill me," I said through gritted teeth, tears running down my face. This had to be the end. Finally, I'd get some peace. But then....I felt him take the knife from my neck. "Wait...what?" I look at him in confusion, my pulse haywire. "Really? You're going to go out like this?" He seemed truly frustrated. "What, am I no fun anymore? Well, newsflash, I'm freaking tired. I'm tired of being alive, of fighting everyone's battles, of trying to hate you!" I bit my lip in regret. That last part came out without my permission. His face scrunched in confusion. "I'm sorry, what?" "JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" I was borderline sobbing now. "I don't - I don't want to do this with you anymore!" I shouted, dropping to my knees. I hang my head. I hear him sigh, but I don't look up. "What in hades are you talking about, Aria? Do you even hear yourself?" He seemed offended that I was losing my mind. Of course. "And what about you?! Why haven't you just killed me yet?! Of course I hear myself!! You're a horrible person!! You took my entire life from me!! I've spent over a DECADE tracking you down, trying to free your influence over those traitorous delegates, accommodating the angry mob, all because I'm the daughter of someone important!! I never asked for this!! I never asked to be your enemy! I never asked to right your wrongs! I never wanted to witness your countless murders!! I never wanted to see you bring down countries with just one smile! ONE! You've spent HOW many years trying to kill me?! And as if that wasn't enough, you had to steal something ELSE from me?! You were the last person I wanted to have my hea-" Crap. I rambled too much. A look of shock spreads across his face, then a look of confusion. My tear-soaked face goes bright red. I jerk my head away in embarrassment. "Wh-whatever, just...just kill me now! I don't want to l-live like this anymore." What on earth am I feeling right now? Somewhere, under all the pain I've already experienced is...the pain of unrequited love? Oh come on. I curse myself silently for my taste and close my eyes to wait. "Aria," his voice was low and calm as he said my name. My name.... Ugh. Why. I just shake my head without answering. "Aria. I'm talking to you." "What do you want from me? You've already got everything." I mumble bitterly. "Look me in the eye. Now," He commands softly. I turn to face him, my weariness written all over my face. "What?" I repeat. He comes closer and yanks my arm upward, forcing me to my feet. "Um, ow?" I say sarcastically. "Do you expect me to believe," he pauses, "that all this time - all this freaking time - you've - loved me? I mean this in all sincerity - w h y ?" I laugh incredulously. "What, you think I know? You think I can control it? I'm more lost than you." He stands there, holding my arm tightly as he searches my eyes in the deepest confusion I've ever seen in a person. "It seems," he begins slowly, "that I have fundamentally misunderstood the world, our people, and you as a human being." "Hey," I whisper, "that's really not just a you thing. After you get me out of your hair, you can go fix everything, you know? I...really believe you can." I shake my arm free and step back from him towards the open window. "You know...at least I got to have one conversation with you, face to face," I smile sadly. "What are you talking about? What are you doing? Hey, get away from there! What-" "We both know I have to die. The countries on your side won't rest until I'm gone and you know it," I step onto the window ledge, the wind blowing my tangled hair. "NO, WAIT, I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET!" He yells and lunges toward me grabbing my arm just as I'm about to fall. He pulls me down to the ground, pinning me down. "Hey! You know I-" I stammer, but he interrupts me. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND LISTEN. I'M NOT LETTING GO OF YOU UNTIL YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME." "WHAT? Y-You- You're so annoying!!" I shout. "Do it, or I'm never letting you go!" He says forcefully. "If I say it, you'll let me go?" I clarify. "Yes, I will." He responds, slightly smirking. "You- ugh, you-" I look away from him, my face getting redder. "No no no, you look at me when you tell me." He moves my face with his hand. I blush harder. "Great, my final act of life is a humiliating one. Fine. I....I..." I clear my throat. "Ok, I...luvyu," I mumble quietly. "I can't hear you," He smirks wider. "HEY YOU- FINE, I - I LOVE YOU! THERE, HAPPY? LET ME GO NOW!" I shout, squeezing my eyes shut. "Ah, well actually, villains do this thing called lying, so you won't be leaving my sight from now on." He taunts. "EXCUSE ME?!" I yell. THE AUDACITY! "YOU WON'T EVEN LET ME DIE?" "Nope," He smiles smugly. "YOU ARE THE WORST!" I shout. "I know," he whispers, then gently kisses my lips. I don't think I've ever been so happy to lose.
do you write ????
@@hindsedrani6696 I have to be honest with you. I don't even remember writing this. 😂 This was probably one of those nights I couldn't fall asleep, and I just wrote to scratch the itch on my brain. So I guess, no, I don't write - I sometimes do in private, but I don't post anything. Sorry 🥲
God Damm it is the best romantic senario i ever read in my life❤❤❤❤❤
She lounged across a silk chaise in nothing but a sheer nightgown. Her slender legs were crossed on one end while her head was thrown back over the other side. She felt the blood rush to her head as the beautiful diadem tangled in her golden locks remained secure.
The world looked different upside down.
"Your Majesty." A laughed bubbled up her throat as the man below her podium spoke. He was as beautiful as she remembered. Those familiar grey eyes and wavy black hair. She held a hand up and traced his figure with a finger.
She felt hatred. It caused her stomach to clench and goosebumps race down her arms.
She remembered a time when she could make him laugh with the smallest of efforts. A time when his eyes filled so obviously with admiration and warmth that it embarrassed her.
"General Achaeus, are you here to kill me?" Her voice was soft and enchanting. Sweet poison.
"Yes."
"I see."
She rised from the chaise and unsheathed twin swords from the floor. She was swift and just as ferocious as she was years ago, when they fought back to back on the battlefield, amid cries of agony and death, pain and chaos.
Yet now they aimed for each other's necks.
Her first attack was blocked deftly by his sword, followed immediately by a kick to her stomach which she dodged.
"This brings back old memories." She sighed as a blade missed her cheek by a mere sliver.
"You were a genius in warfare Amaya. But you never won against me." His blade sliced the air like butter, faster and faster until it took all her concentration to evade his attacks.
She wore bells around her ankles, and as the pair fought they chimed softly.
It had been perhaps been minutes or hours she had lost count. But with a single blade left and exhaustion weighing her down, she knew this was going to be the final attack. She saw in his eyes that he knew too.
With a pause, they rushed towards each other blades glinting.
His eyes widened in surprise as he looked down at the sword buried deep in her stomach.
He was sure that she could have defended that attack, yet she had missed him and run straight into his blade.
"Damn, in the end I never won." She leaned into his embrace, breathing in the familiar scent of soap and him. "I missed you so much, Aiden."
She felt herself slipping away.
"I will be right behind you, Amaya." With the last of her fading vision she watched him plunge his sword right through his heart.
Holy moly. This is sooooo good
Ahhh. I love that your girl's name is Amaya. To make a long story short, that's the name of a character a friend of mine have in a roleplay, and it's hilarious to imagine her like this, when in there's she's been nothing more than the sweet little girl daughter of a Phantom Thief who would risk the world to save her and her mother, and a relatively famous rock star who doesn't trust anyone except for the one boy who became the only constant in her life after 10 years, so she finally gave in. Their daughter behaving like THIS is just... delicious, perfect, and hilarious, and I love it xD
Bruh made me cry🥲
You make my cry 🥺🥺🥺🥺
Not gonna lie, I would read the novel this belongs to! If you write and publish it, that is.
CAN'T HELP FALLING DARK VERSION IS MY FAVORITE COVER OF THE SONG!!!! Love this so much!!
when i heard the first verse i was like wait... whats happenign HJFBWEJHDN SO GOOD.
“Choose your last words wisely,” sneered the villain, holding a knife to her throat. Her eyes filled with tears as she quivered in fear. He held her more tightly now, as they struggled in the deserted alleyway.
She opened her mouth and through the fingers that belonged to the hand covering her mouth, she whimpered, “I love you.” The villain looked appalled, though hid his emotion well. As he wondered to himself how anyone could ever feel this way for him, he raised his hand-held dagger.
“Well then,” he whispered into her ear, “This is such a shame.” As he finished speaking he pulled his face away and swiftly perforated her chest. Dropping his unyielding hold he had on her, she fell. Her head hit the stone pavement below. She let out a faint scream, and reached for the dagger. This was, though, to no avail, as she had grown far too weak to move. As her last tear trickled down her face, the man let out a small laugh; a smile broadening across his face.
After a few minutes of her struggling, he pulled back the dagger, now covered in metallic red blood. Peering down on her lifeless body he felt a sense of satisfaction. He knelt over her and came close to her pale face. Planting one swift kiss on her porcelain cheek, he moved closer to her ear.
“I love you too,” he whispered, a tear welling up in the corner of his left eye. He had full knowledge that the last two senses to leave your body are your touch and hearing. His one wish was that she would know how he truly felt as she ascended to the heavens.
Blinking back the singular tear, he stood up. Wrapping his cloak tighter around his back, he fled into the darkness. This was his life now. He almost regretted it, though he knew he could not show mercy.
From the ground lay the motionless figure. She felt him tell her what he needed to say, but she couldn’t reply. Trying as hard as she could to move, she felt things go black. She was losing lots of blood, and if someone didn’t come by soon, she would die.
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“At the very least I’ll be free,” Thought the young lady, “And his perfect features would be that last thing ever to touch me; smile down on me.”
The thought intrigued her, “If I do live, which I won’t, I hope to find him…To start over.” Though, she really didn’t have much hope, and came to realize she was almost just a lifeless corpse, stuck in this damp, cool, alley.
Though, her disgruntled acceptance was worth nothing when she saw the sleek blonde hair of a tall blue-eyed man. He came by wearing his white cloak. His pale features made him stand vividly out against the midnight sky.
Spotting only the fingers of the girl hidden in plain sight, he squinted his eyes. He strode over to her in a heartbeat, though the young girl was on her last few.
The black shadows morphed into a bright white light shining down upon her. Her head was spinning as the cloaked man moved over her. Laying in a pool of glistening blood, the young lady felt his presence. She hoped, maybe, it was her murderer. This was an incredibly ridiculous thing to want, she knew. It was a cruel, unfair life.
“Viridian?” A low voice sounded, breaking the everlasting silence. The voice was distant, almost as if it were a fading echo in the back of her head. Fear began rushing through the strange, unfamiliar man’s veins. His blood boiled as he saw a dagger laying next to her. Knowing she was on the edge of death, nearly ready to jump, he scooped her up in his arms. Her unconscious body lay practically lifeless in his arms, as he began to run.
He ran past antique buildings; their dim lights going off one by one. The hospital, his destination, was nearing. Hospitalization was limited, as there wasn’t enough research yet put into the work.
“I must keep going, for her sake,” Thought the young man, his voice internally breaking.
He did not slow his pace until finally reaching the beat down hospital. Luckily, it was rather nearby. Reaching the front door, he grasped the handle in one hand and pulled. To his dismay, however, it was locked.
“No,” he panicked, his blonde hair falling lazily and hopelessly in front of his face, “She cannot die… not now.” The sharp tone in his voice grew frail, cracking in between his words. His heart sank, though he showed little emotion.
He began to grow more concerned, carefully setting her down on the ground, laying her head lightly on the soft grass. The nighttime air grazed his cheek as he slowly stood back up. Turning his attention away from her, he went towards the secured door. Lifting his fist once, he looked towards her lifeless body. Aching inside from the sheer pain it brought him to look at her like this, he let his fist fall forward, allowing it to let one firm rasp sound the door. He repeated this motion hopelessly now, his patience waning. His head was filled with sorrow, its previous position subsiding.
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“Hello?” He yelled to the face of the door as he leaned nearer. With the sworn belief he heard a floorboard creek, he pressed his ear tightly against the warped wood panel of the entrance. More and more subdued sounds began to assemble clear footsteps until he felt the door ripped open from the other side. The young man jumped back as he became startled. A portly middle-aged man stepped forward, still gripping the brass handle of the door. With a stern, yet annoyed look on his face he looked up at the boy standing above him. He had to peer straight up, as the young man was much taller than himself.
“What in the Devil is going on out here?” He spat, his brows furrowing. The blonde stared down at his reddening face blankly. He noticed a thick, bushy, white mustache on the man’s face. This clearly contradicted the nearly bald head he had. Nearly forgetting why he was there in the first place, he glanced over at the girl still laying on the ground, bordering on the end of her life.
“Wait,” the boy said frantically, racing over to pick up the girl resting, covered in blood. He carried her up to the man. Eyes widening, the bald man looked towards him.
“I found her in an alley just off of Main,” He panted, attempting to gather his thoughts once more, “She was laying next to a dagger stained in her blood.” The man looked appalled and he quickly held the door open, allowing him to enter swiftly.
“Come quickly, Boy,” The elder told him. Though he wasn’t young, he wasn’t very old either. The lights inside were fairly bright, though they let off an orange hue. The feeling of trepidation was clearly present in the atmosphere.
“Name?” The stout man asked as they rushed past the front desk. With his mind too focused on finding an empty room, he nearly overlooked his own name. Having to repeat the word spoken to him a few times, he finally reached the simple answer.
“Ezra,” He told the man, “Ezra Pierce.” Rushing into the empty hall consisting of many doors, he noticed an open one at the end. He slowed his pace as he stepped inside. Quickly setting her on the empty bed, he noticed the man who was with him was no longer there.
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“Hello?” He questioned the hollow air. Quite obviously, no answer emerged from the silence. Slowly, the man, Ezra, crept towards the open doorway. Peering around the splintering frame he was met with the sight of the man running towards the room in a panting struggle. The man in motion appeared beet red. He had a glistening line of sweat beads rolling over his head in an orderly fashion.
“I-” Ezra began, “Sir?” The plump man stopped feet from the door, and leaned over, placing his bruised and beaten hands upon the knees of his legs. He was very much out of shape, and looked as though he couldn’t breathe. He took a few long panting gasps of oxygen before slowly jogging the rest of the way to the room with an obnoxiously tremendous sigh.
As his shiny black shoes hit the floor of the designated room, the blonde rejoined Viridian, the cinnamon haired female. Loose curls wrapped around the other strands of hair that filled out her scalp. Ezra turned his gaze to the elder, demanding of him two things.
“Sir, can you save her? Please tell me she’s alive. Please,” he begged, half to the man standing opposite of him, who was now searching desperately for a pulse, and half to his own conscience. Second, “Who are you, Sir?” he asked, “I’d like to know who I’m attempting ruthlessly to address.” The man merely met his eyes, and a smile flashed over his wrinkling skin.
“Son,” he said, “I found a pulse, hurry for the others. Now!” The brief smile was far gone, intensity now taking its place. Without moment's hesitation, the tall male had fled the room, his voice heard from where he previously stood. His hair was sweat drenched, and flailing meekly behind his face as he dashed to the front desk once more. A tired looking woman was scribbling some notes on a piece of loose parchment, sitting on a wooden chair, whilst humming to herself a rather soft, light tune.
OH NOO
The heroine, as hopeless as she is, couldnt believe whats happening...
Someone came for help.
Someone from their league.
Someone she's not close but familiar.
*who did this to you?*
Luckily she couldnt reply. She will not be able to lie to this person who's saving her right now. This person truly knows her well.. but nor well enough to know her deepest darkest secret.
Falling in love with the villain.
The villain that stole her heart.
The villain that make her feel like shes a woman.
The villain that put the butterflies in her stomach at panic and made them flutter.
So our heroine closes her eyes in pretense that shes fading away. And in response her savior carry her and take her to the safety.
...
A kiss on her forehead is what the savior give to her as she fall into slumber.
**Can I be him?**
He knows fully well who did this. And he envy that villain. The rage brewing for quite a while now. One of these days he promise to give into his anger and slash the life out of him. His patience on our dear villain is at it ends. Hurting our beloved heroine is the last straw.
...
Our villain saw that kiss. And she will be the death of him. He'll take her away from that hero of ours the moment her condition is stable and is away from the danger he himself brought upon her. Even if he'll die in the process he'll take whats his. No one touches the heroine. His heroine.
@@yes.imthatarabella.4932 This is so good! I love your take on it!!!
She felt numb. Cold. Light.
She didn’t miss the warmth of the hands that cupped her face, nor did she miss the moment those hands moved from her cheeks and to the hole in her chest. She didn’t feel the pressure applied, however, as it became shrouded in an all-consuming emptiness.
'I’m so stupid,' she thought to herself as a voice whispered to her from some distance away. 'How could I…? With the very criminal that I was meant to apprehend… How could I have ever thought...'
White-hot anger broke through the emptiness, lighting her soul on fire with a hatred she had never known.
'How could I? No, how dare he.'
Her eyes cracked open briefly to see a familiar face turned to her right, his cracked lips yelling out in the direction of flashing lights and murmuring crowds. He turned to look down at her as a paramedic came up behind him, red bag in hand, and the man’s whiskey colored eyes widened.
She watched his mouth move but didn’t have the strength of mind to hear his pleas, his cries for her to look at him and stay awake. Instead, she stared past his head as the paramedic gestured for him to move out of the way while two more moved around her body.
She didn’t feel their hands lift her from the ground.
She didn’t feel the concern from her crime-fighting partner.
She didn’t even feel shame for loving the villain who terrorized her city.
No, what she felt was stronger, sharper, and more dangerous; A resolve that settled over her heart and soul, and a promise to herself:
'I will see him again.'
Her eyelids drifted close again, the world beginning to fall away from her.
Funny how she could feel fear and excitement from the same place in her heart. Love and Hatred truly were two sides of the same coin, so easy to flip back and forth from.
Never again would she love.
Never again would she fall.
And if she couldn't have him...
'No one ever will.'
@@caraleekoopal5030 maraming salamat po 💖💖💖
They danced in the large ballroom, hand in hand. She whispered to him, "You will fall someday." he only smiled back at her with his contagious smile and said, "Only for you, baby.."
Oops. I did a Thing.
The room spun. The sound of glass shattering rang through my ears. Maybe it was the sound of my mind breaking. Everything felt so upside down suddenly. Darkness was suddenly light, and the light was revealed to be the reflection of the traps I'd stumbled into.
He smiled, the gleam in his eyes I'd called evil seemed so soft now. So full of love I'd mistaken for hatred.
"I take it you understand," he chuckled softly, "I know that look, I imagine everything feels so wrong right now." His voice was gentle as he approached me slowly. I tried to raise my blade but my brain was too busy trying to pick up the pieces of my worldview to command my body. I shuddered at the sound of metal hitting the stone and his hands on my shoulders.
"It's okay. We've all been lied to," he purred, pulling me into an embrace, reaching up to cradle my head like he used to, "Just come back to me so we can right this together."
Wow. Even that little tidbit was great!!!
Wow, this was stunning! Do you have a wattpad or an ao3?!
@@sridevisudhahar309 that would require me to actually write more than a paragraph every blue moon ;_;
Looking now at her angelic face, light blond hair wildly flying in the wind, her big, stormy eyes focused precisely on the task at hand, her plum cheeks and soft lips you would think her beautiful and innocent. Only the blood spatters covering her face revealed her true nature.
Before he first met her, he believed the whispers of everyone else. Calling her a monster. Calling her bloodthirsty. Telling tales of her merciless killings.
For a moment he imagined how she would have been if she had not been raised on hate and torture, her fragile shoulders having to carry the weight of the world from a way too young age. How normal they could have been. How their quiet and cozy life would look like.
His understanding of her had deepened with every minute he spent with her. Seeing her with her excellent fighting skills always put him in awe. Her efficient way of conducting their missions, never taking more lives than she had to. How she put their goal to safe the country before her personal needs. Her rescuing him more times than he could count.
She just shrugged and answered the question he had posed earlier. “I figured I’d rather be the torturer than the tortured.”
And at this moment, he suddenly understood that it didn’t matter what she was or how many people she’d killed.
He was hopelessly in love with her.
better drop a ff on wattpad, 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳
AMAZING 😻✨
Wow!!! Love this so much, what is the title? Where can I read this?
waiting for the link to read more*
"If I wanted to burn this world to the ground, make everyone kneel at my feet, will you help me, benevolent hero?" Villain leaned forward, tilting her head back to look up into the hero's stubborn eyes.
"No." His tone was unwavering, final. "I'd protect the world from you, and I'd protect you from the world. I will make it so that you can hurt no one, including yourself."
Villain smiled in grim amusement. "You think you're strong enough?"
It was the hero's turn to smile. A bittersweet curve of his lips that dipped at the edges. "Far from it. But, I think you care enough."
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This is super good! :D
@@MxchaMxddy thank you!
WOAH you checked all my boxes. A strong evil woman who cares about a weaker, good man just enough to not commit a horrifying crime
@@bluebell8557 Thank you! She's a protagonist of my wip :)
"Go on," I taunted him. "Slit my throat, baby boy."
He was hesitating, it was just the two of us alone in the dark desolate night in the middle of the woods. No one would know he killed me, no one would know what happened. The young hero hesitated, his dagger at my throat. His eyes were looking for a sign, any sign of me begging for mercy. His dark eyes the started to travel down to my body, if I were to guess, he was scanning my body to see if I was armed, but found none.
"Stop doing that," he looked back at me.
"Doing what?" I chuckled, confused on what he was trying to say.
"When you call me by that pet name... brings someone from my far memories back. And I'm guessing you just want to see me buckle under your spell."
"As far as I know, I'm just as human as you are. I don't got anything on you," I dropped my hands beside me and he only pressed the dagger a little more. I could feel small droplets of my own blood coming from the small cut.
His eyes looked for any sign of lying in my eyes, I looked at him straight in the eyes. I adored those eyes. The way it made my blood dance in my veins and how the adrenaline rushed to every inch of my body.
"I hate you," he blurted out and I scoffed.
"Of course you do-"
His other hand that was pressing me against the tree the pulled me towards his tall figure and pulled me into an unexpected passionate kiss. I remember him, too bad he didn't remember me. But his body sure knows who I am.
He stabbed the tree's trunk and cuffed my face with his now free hand. The kiss was rough yet soft, demanding and yet so gentle. He bit my bottom lip and I let out a soft moan, clearly enjoying his touch, how his body felt against mine and how his lips went down my neck and collarbone. I pulled his closer to me, one hand behind his head and the other one around his waist.
He lightly pressed his lips against my neck, I knew he was feeling my pulse, his hot breath against my skin.
"Who are you?" He asked. "Scratch that, what are you?"
"You really don't remember me, huh? Maybe this will help you remember me a bit..."
"What-"
I pushed him off of me and he fell down backwards, tripping over a log and sitting with a shocked face. I took that chance to go on top of him and reminding him what we used to be. The memory of us flooded my mind and my lips met his this time. Kissing him with the same passion as before he lost his memory and they took him away from me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me back. Lips dancing together in sync and our temperature rising as we kept going.
**This is as far as I'll go**
I want more
Do you write??? This is incredible!!!! I think it deserves more attention. this is honestly amazing!!!
Omg I want more!!!!
Omfg that was amazing
Please i need moreeeeee! your so good at writing
Just as he turned to leave, she caught his wrist and stepped inside the room, walking past him to stand in front of him.
"What are you, Mr. Malik?" She asked, lifting her chin to look straight into his shining grey swirls.
He inclined closer, smirking when she didn't flinch away. "Everything you can't tame, Miss. Control Freak."
She scoffed. "I've tamed far more stubborn lions than you."
He smiled. "Oh no, Mea," he shook his head. "I'm not a lion, I don't announce myself with a roar. That's not my style." He whispered, freeing his wrist from her hold as he rounded her frame slowly. "I come unannounced," he stopped behind her and bent to the level of her ear. "Slowly, steadily, and you won't even notice until I want you to. I slither my way around you, wrapping myself around your vines, crushing you, holding you captive until you stop struggling, and then, I hiss," he sneered into her ear that made her flinch. Satisfied with her reaction, he came to stop in front of her and drew her into his arms once again, "and then, I kiss, softly, gently, pouring my venom through your pretty lips, letting my intoxication take over your every other sense until you're all of me and nothing of yourself."
Just a piece of my writing I wanted to share :)
Edit: if anyone wants to read this book, it's on Wattpad by the name Phobia under my profile @SkWookie.
Damn bruh that's too good🖤🖤
Wow, that was really good. I love it
Oh MG!!!! Like please where can I read this? What's the title? This little bit had my heart pounding and mouth-watering with anticipation, amazing.
Omg this is so good.😭
Ayyy this is so good , the burn and all gosh, I'm not suppose to blush But here I am red as a tomato
_She thought he was her hero, her prince charming, the boy who made her feel alive_
_But as she fell, she realized: he was the villain, the wolf in sheep's clothing, the man who had killed her_
Golly gee, this playlist is absolute perfection, I love it! Definitely fits the tone of the project my friend and I are working on at the moment ^^
Ummm ma’am I simply loved that writing of yours 😻✨
^^same. Love this writing.
Reminds me of red queen
Yes
Reminds me of shadow and bone
And there I was,
Chained helplessly to the cold stone wall,
with a dagger to my neck...
He won...
"What is it Darling? Are you scared?" he said in his usual cold , husky voice sending shivers down my spine
All I could do now was hope that he'd make it quick, but why would he...I mean I did kill the person that meant most to him..
I just looked in to his eyes and said "I'm not sacred to die. You're just scared to kill me....right?"
"What?" he chuckled "Why would I be scared?"
"I...I don't know" I just looked down
But then shot my head back up at him and asked "If you aren't scared then why don't you kill me?'
He didn't have an answer and just stared at me .
"kill me" I said
"...." once again he just looked at me but this time it wasn't with those cold eyes that he normally had he was shocked, then he suddenly unchained me and removed the dagger from my throat
but without thinking I grabbed the dagger he was holding and pointed it back at my neck then placed his hands on it and said "kill me. I dare you."
His eyes widened even more shocked "What?!"
"KILL ME" I shouted while pressing the dagger into my neck making its sharp metal blade slowly pierce my skin.
As he was still holding onto it he tried to pull it away From me but failed.
I stood there looking at him "Why? Why didn't you kill me yet? You've had countless opportunities before this but gave each one of them up. Why?"
again he didn't answer me but this time his hands stared shaking and the only words he could say were "I...It's because-"
"because what?" I asked, now getting irritated of his rather stranger behavior
He suddenly made eye contact with me and pulled the dagger out of my hands then shouted "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU"
He took a moment to stare at me as if he was awaiting an answer. After a moment , he suddenly scoffed a then stared to walk away, but before he could get too far I ran to him , turned him around and smashed my lips onto his , as I kissed him I felt him smirk and then he kissed back.
It wasn't that long but it was sure full of love and passion , at that point we were just craving each other's touch and didn't want to stop but while I was thinking of all the signs he gave me before this I felt him suddenly pull away.
I looked at him as we were now both trying to catch our breaths he suddenly looked at me and said
"You know I'd love to stay but we are still enemies after all , so I'll see you soon. Don't miss too much darling~" He then smirked then left me alone with only the butterflies he left in my stomach and the hunger for his touch that was now inside me.
I mean it's not really the good one falls for the bad one but it is enemies to lovers
So basically enemies with benefits ;)
I need pt 2
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She finally realized what he really was what everyone told her he was. A wolf in sheep's clothing. He had creeped his way into her heart and torn it right out. The secrets the lies everything she had turned a blind eye to. It all came flooding back like the waves that raged against the shore. She felt numb utterly and truly numb. She couldn't feel the cold sharp breeze against her skin or the waves that threatened to engulf her whole or even the metal cuffs that grazed her skin rendering her unable to move. All she could think of in her last moments was how foolish she had been. She turned her head and stared back at him. Her gaze unforgiving. "I'd truly been a fool to love the likes of you," she said before allowing her head to be submerged in water allowing the tides to pull her under. He stared at her as she drowned transfixed. He thought he'd feel some sort of victory or at least relief when she'd be gone. But he felt nothing. He felt empty. He just watched her drown. And then he realized a little too late that he did truly love her even if it started out as fake. He dived into the cold ice water and swam through the raging currents clawing his way to her limp body. He screamed her name cradling her dead body in his arms tears flowing down his face. "What have I done?" he whispered in horror. He stared blankly at her body clutching it tight as the water swallowed them whole. They would die together like it was always meant to be he thought a smile coming to his beautifully tragic face. Their fate had always been to hurt one another whether as enemies, lovers or even friends.
(Just something I came up with)
OMG THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST PIECES I E EVER READ WELL DONE
It's great, I love it
I love this side of UA-cam, it shows me once again what a miracle people can create
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"He's a hunter. The kind that paralyzes his prey when he's done having his fun in the chase. Then slowly he strips you bare of skin, sinew, and tissue until you're a little more than just bone but keeping you alive just enough so you are present enough to feel it all. The gun strapped to my thigh by my complicated garter feels warmer each second that goes by and I know now since I've caught his eye he's thinking of how to make me into the perfect hunt.
Others seem oblivious as they meander to his side that the brightest jewel in the room is planning to put three bullets into his skull tonight. Tonight hell will freeze over because tonight I'm going to kill the devil..."
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"I was once a hero too."
His voice hoarse as he speaks, his eyes captivating my soul. I knew he was hurting and he wanted to just let out those tears that he's been holding back since God knows when. His eyes are as cold and intense as a snow storm.
"I was delusional. And I wanted to save everyone. Just like you. But you know what?" His palm grasped my face as the blade of the knife stayed against the skin of my neck.
"Life doesn't let you be a hero. It breaks you, it destroys you, it gets you on your knees until give in." He gritts clasping the blade a little further as I gasp out a little, my wrists behind me cuffed.
"Maybe you didn't try hard enough." I speak, my voice numb as the words leave my lips.
His eyes met mine as I felt the thrilling contact in my bones. Pure hate reflected in them, the burning desire just to slit my throat but the chains of fidelity towards the authority restrained him.
He leans forward, the tips of our noses brush against each other as I part my mouth a little to control my breathing.
"You think you're superior?" A mirage of a scowl at the corner of his lips. His green eyes looked through me.
"No. I'm not superior." I speak. "I'm brave."
"You're playing a risky game and you're not aware of the consequences." He mutters.
I let out a small laugh, provoking him further as his grip tightens around the knife and I felt the slightest pinch against my neck.
"You're not strong enough to survive the storm, darling." He whispers into my ear.
"I don't have to be, cuz I am the storm." I whisper.
"Go ahead then, paint me as a villain in your story." He speaks before gliding the dagger on my skin smoothly.
"Because I'll gladly be the one to end you."
A subtle challenge comes onto me, a smile curling up the corner of my lips.
"You can't end me. You don't own that kind of power."
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My Wattpad is @Louisgurl1D if you wanna know :) im writing a similar story (enemies to lovers) that'll be up by October 💅🏻
You're amazing
@@deckertristan1533 aw thank you so much 🥺💌
Wow
65 chapters!! You’re a literal blessing. I will be finishing all of this in one night🤍
@@sarahelizabeth8927 aw that's sweet, thanks!❤❤❤ but this snippet is from my new book 'Destined [h.s]' :) Ilysm thank you for everything 💕💕
"Daughter please- you're a fool, for doing this!"
She certainly felt like one. A complete fool she was. Esme was a monster, born in the darkness of men. Yet she still fell for him, a simple man. While she, a being who could conquer the worlds, slaughter every living creature that crossed her path, was human underneath it all.
"What can an ordinary man, as such, give to you? We have the world at our feet, dearest-" The darkness swallowed her, whole and without a sound.
A tragic freak accident they called it, the creation of Esme Loterre. Magicked and scientifically tweaked before even being born, destined to be used to gain control of the world.
The one error her creators committed, the one detail they overlooked... after all, who would expect her to have her own inhibitions? Her own wants? She was theirs to control, yet she wasn't.
She was human. And she loved.
The darkness didn't control her and it never would. After all those years, the training, the manipulation, the preparation... she was a little girl, scared and meek. The comfort of a loving parent was all she craved. During all those years, all she wanted was a family.
When Esme reached adulthood, she slaughtered her creators with the very same dark magic they planted in her. Her heart fluttered at the feeling of freedom she'd felt.
And she finally had the answer to her so-called mother's question.
"What could he ever give to you?"
She knew. Deep down, she knew and accepted the thought.
The soft rain pattered on the rooftop as she crept through the early beams of dawn. She sat on spot, waiting for him to come. And he did. His familiar steps sounding behind her.
"It is done." The giddiness from then had started to wear off, her limbs heavy with emotional and physical exhaustion.
"I know." He whispered back.
Leaning into the heat of his arm draped over her shoulder, she finally announces,
"The love you never could, my dear mother."
She was the bad guy. She was the nightmare-inducing story you tell your kids. But she was human. It was the thing that had called him to her, a not-so-ordinary ordinary man named Alfie Inglese. To her, he was perfection. Perhaps not the hero to someone else's story, but in her's, he was.
The reason the blood of the nine worlds wasn't on her hands. A kind shy baker boy who gave extra bread to his regulars.
Someone so plainly and utterly human.
Yet the sinking pain in her chest wasn't from grief, rather the blade that he'd put through her heart. She looked up, the tears of betrayal in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," He murmurs. "But you couldn't continue to live, Esme. No one with that cruel power deserves to live on."
And there she lay, the legacy of a demonic over-lord, living her final moments staring into those once warm brown eyes turning cold as he gazed at her.
"Well," A teary grin, crooked and wild. "I'm not."
And the worlds plunged into her far reaching shadows, slow and unrelenting. Screams erupted from cities far and wide. Children sobbed for their parents to save them from the shadows that consumed them ever so painfully. Licking every last drop of innocence and soul from them.
" You're a monster." Fear and disgust clouded is eyes.
She smiled sadly, hating herself for thinking she could ever live normally and happily with him.
"I know."
EDIT: YOOO ITS PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD! If you like it please go check it out at Twomorons2020 !! The epilogue and first chapter is published!
This is so good, and that twist
@@f.megawati 😍😍😍
@@BlueCLupei thank you! aah
You should write an actual book about this it’s this app called Wattpad It’s awesome you should post it on there it’s free and everything just thinking I could help you out since it was really good
@@arialexia7513 oml thank you- i actually am working on the full story- it isnt one wattpd yet but it will be when imdone heh
"10 bucks says one of us won't make it out alive." His voice was a little unsure, but still a hint of tease.
We both stand looking down at the abyss at our feet. Knowing this could either end in a good or bad way.
"Yeah.." I mumble quietly.
"I wish it's you who dies tho, I intend to live a much longer life, so far so good." He pesters further.
I stay quiet looking down. "I wish that too." I add.
Waves of tranquillity wash past us as the serene atmosphere consumes us.
"But what if it's you?" I look up at him only to realise he's been looking at me the entire time.
"Well, then tell my friends to suck it. And that I had a great life with them." He shrugs casually as I nod.
"What if it's you? Who do I tell? Oh, my bad-" He laughs "You don't have anyone alive who cares about you."
He was just being his usual self, the barbaric, rustic guy he's always been.
Why do I expect some emotions from him anyway? He's just merely another guy who hates me.
"Well, then tell yourself that you're not as terrible as you think you are," I speak, my voice placid.
"No, I'm much worse." He smirks.
"And that you'll be fine." I add.
"I've always been." He reciprocates.
"This is it then," I look back down at the dark hole. Preparing myself to die at any given moment. At this point, I had nothing to lose.
"I'm quite curious for a guy who is about to die, but what if this was our last meet?" He speaks up.
"Then? You'd be happy right? Like you've clearly mentioned." I respond, a little salty. I never did like him very much anyway.
"Oh my, it would be the best day of my life." He smiles wide expressing his mirth. "Wouldn't have to drag your whiny self everywhere."
"While that's true, you have to admit, I'm fun being around." I joke, trying to keep my tears at bay.
"Please- you're the most annoying and hardest person to deal with." He denies waving his hand.
"Not even a little bit?" I push for an answer just for the validation I was seeking.
"Well," he looks up pretending to think. "No." He answers with a straight face.
"Fine." I reply hiding the disappointment in my voice. "Let's get this done with." I pull my jacket together bracing myself.
"Calm down young woman. You're in a little too much hurry for someone who has a fifty per cent chance of dying." He chuckles running fingers through his hair.
"What do you want me to do? Have a small talk with you?" I furrow my brows.
"Well, you could answer my question." He shrugs.
I huff rolling my eyes. "What question?"
"If this is really the last time we're seeing each other, don't you have anything to say?" He steps closer next to me, probably preparing to jump in.
I stand there in mere silence, in what feels like forever, I finally come up with something.
Turning towards him, I smile a little.
"It was nice while it lasted," I confess.
He looks at me, almost in surprise but wouldn't let it reflect. Looking away, he scoffs a little to himself.
"If you think I'm going to save you because you said something nice, you're wrong, ginger." He adds.
I laugh shaking my head. "It's alright." I turn to him. "Saving me wasn't your job anyway."
It almost looked like he wasn't expecting that. His brows knitted together as I look away and step a little closer to the edge.
"You didn't hear mine." He says immediately.
"Go ahead," I say without looking at him.
A moment of pause and then he speaks.
"Out of all the foes I've had, you're the best one." I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"It was a nice ride with all the mean things we said to each other because I surely did fighting with you." He adds.
"Mm.." I hum quietly. A tear surfaces my eyes as I quickly blink it away.
"So yeah.." He steps forward. Now right next to me, looking down at the pitch-black darkness.
"It was nice while it lasted."
And with that, we jump.
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I'm writing an enemies to lovers story on Wattpad if anyone's interested. My username if 'Louisgurl1D' and my book will come around mid-October 💅🏻❤
merci, mon ami.
Can't find the username..
Crocheting never felt this intense lol, I felt like I was crocheting something for the Hero to wear and when they do it will curse them or something like that😂
I listened to this while reading one-shots about Loki. Perfect.
glad to see someone with same (glorious) purpose here...
@@araviyskaya.232 LOL. Yes!
Culture, I see
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@@natasharomanoff3871 I love your profile name btw.
As she reached her desk, she noticed that, sitting on top of it, was an enveloppe with the seal of the Royal Family of Adonia. Her first reflex was to look around, making sure that no one was hiding in the shadows, ready to skin her right then and there. She then looked at the windows. All closed and no sign of effraction nor attempt to open them.
-"What in the world ?" she whispered to herself
Adonia was a neighbouring country of Tuhmeran, the kingdom of which she is the second princess of. The kingdom she is devoting her life to, and the kingdom... that has been at war with Adonia for four years now. Ever since the beginning of the conflict, all communication was prohibited between the two Royal Families. So, having a letter from Adonia here, in the castle, was a very serious matter. She was also wondering why it was in HER office. Surely a letter from a rival country would land on her Father's desk.
Cautiously, she opened the enveloppe to find inside, what looked like a poem :
"Your HIghness,
I hope this poem makes its way to you,
As it is only fair,
That I share my restlessness.
To you,
Whose golden locks torment my mind,
should share the burden I carry,
Day and night
To you,
Whose poise and power
I saw on the battlefield,
Riding your Destrier,
Holding the sword and the shield.
To you,
Who masters the bow and the arrow,
And whose army,
To hell would follow.
As per the rumor,
Your beauty holds no bounds,
As I should have known,
There is no smoke without fire
But I have to admit
That my favourite,
Is, without a doubt,
the one that dances in your eyes.
And I can only hope,
That one day,
You would share it with me,
To burn everything to the ground."
She stood there for a entire minute, not knowing what to make of this. What is the purpose of this letter ? She looked at the signature :
"R.A.
Your secret admirer."
It had to be a member of the Royal Family : no one else was allowed to use that seal. Unfortunetly, she had no idea of who they were, as she was never interested in balls and spent her time perfectioning her military training in order to take charge of the Royal Army. She therefore, never saw them.
She, however, never saw them on the battlefield either, as they protect themselves by wearing the same uniform as the rest of the soldiers. A way to prevent anyone from recognizing and tarterting them.
-"But not me."
She will never hide herself. She wanted everyone to know who she was, and that she was ready to risk her life for her kingdom. And that she, a princess, was ready to kill anyone who dared to stand in her way.
And HE would not be an exception. She now knew that he was fighting on the battlefield. Probably in the battle that took place on the Devil's Hill a week ago. That would also be the time needed for a letter to travel from Adonia to Thumeran.
-"Arthur !" She called suddenly.
The butler appeared immediately, as he always does.
-"Yes, Your Highness ?"
-"We have a spy who works for Adonia in the castle." She waved the unsealed enveloppe in front of his nose. "Check everyone under your charge".
The butler appeared stunned. An expression that immediatly turned to anger.
-"Leave it to me, Your Majesty."
Arthur's tone was cold and she could see that he was fuming. As the head butler, he is in charge of all the servants in the castle. Therefore, he got tricked as much as I did.
-"Please ask Sir Devis to question the knights, even those that don't guard my doors. I want answers. That's an order." she turned to look at him right in the eyes.
-"Yes, Your Highness".
The butler bowed and turned to leave the room. She stopped him in his tracks :
-"Arthur, one last thing." He looked curious "Please bring me a sample of every Adonia Royal's handwriting."
The sun was setting, its light reflecting on her hair,, making it look like flames dancing around her. Her heels clacking on the ground : sound of pure confidence and determination.
Jade Tuhmeran has always been very keen on giving people life lessons. And she had one to give to that "secret admirer" of hers.
When you play with fire, careful to not get burned. In this case, she was ready to set him...
ABLAZE.
BABES OMFG I NEED MORE OF THIS LIKE HOLLYNFUVK THIS MWAH
Uhm... Where can I read this? 🥺
are you sure it wasn't....... the butler????
…. Where can I read more, my friend?
"Love?" the heartless blonde cackled like a witch in a fairy tale. "I never promised you love, honey. Would never inflict such a lie on you. But lust? Oh yes. Power? That, you already have, you only needed me to show you how to use it. Pleasure, above all. Pleasure, without regret."
I like the energy we created in the studio (the comment section) today. 😌
I haven't had this much fun scrolling through a comment section in a long while. You lot have amazing minds.
He had killed my mother and my father. He had killed my brothers and sisters. He had killed my cousins and relatives. Yet I still fell for him. I still fell for the devil reincarnated, Alexander second of his name, king of the shadow realm and a killer. A killer who had turned my life completely upside down. The same killer who had knocked on my door on my 22nd birthday and stolen me away from the human realm. I was now 24 and 2 years with him had taught me enough about his personality.
He still killed, whether it be for a reason or for no reason at all, he still struck his sword through people’s hearts, throats, guts, and any other part there was he could possibly impale. Alexander was not merciful, no, he killed without a single other thought. The only time I ever saw him hesitate was when he decided to kill my parents 5 years ago. The king and queen of the human realms, my parents, were murdered by the shadow king. As queen at the age of 19, I was terrified but I guess my horror somehow caught up to him considering the fact that only 3 years later I was right in his house, away from my own people, away from any responsibilities.
Today was Alexander’s 28th birthday, a special one for the people of the shadow realm as 28 symbolized luck, prosperity, and longevity. How ironic that someone this cruel cold be associated to such good omens today. I stepped into the ballroom in my black silk dress, the sides barely dragging on the floor as the silk hugged my body in just the rights spots, my waist and ass, I had no cleavage and that was something the silk dress’s chest area fixed as it was flappy. My heels clicked on the marble floors as I got closer and closer to him, his black hair perfectly accompanying his black suit and the shadows all around him.
His eyes were on me and me only, his shadows slowly creating a mysterious yet seductive aura as his black orbs swept through my body, stopping right at the slit on my upper thigh then slowly looking back up again, catching my eyes. We were now staring at each other, ignoring every other soul in the vicinity of our area. He slowly crept closer to me, his arm slipping behind my waist as he gripped onto my side, a shiver running down my entire body as tiny goosebumps formed all around my body, “I’m happy you could make it to my 28th.” He said, a smile forming on his perfect lips, the smile he gave me and me only, a smile only I have seen on the face of this cruel man. I smiled back, showing him a perfect row of teeth then replied, “I wouldn’t miss this even if I had died.” I slowly but surely placed a delicate hand on his chest then dragged it down until it go to his belt, then I stopped and removed my hand, looking away from his hungry eyes as they stared at the motion I had made on his chest.
(Warning: gets a LITTLE spicy) We danced and waltzed all night, my only partner being him and his only partner being me, our smiles directed at each other and no one else as I was lost in his daze, as was he in mine. After the final dance was over we both made our way up the stairs, his right hand gripping my left as he dragged me through the halls, into the elevator directing us to his room. The moment we stepped in he grabbed my waist and pushed me onto the elevator walls, his body pressed onto mine as his lips met mine, the hunger in his tongue evident as he slithered his way in. I did not object at all as my tongue reached into his mouth as well. Our lips dancing just like we were only seconds ago. His hands were now roaming all around my body, stopping right at my chest as he cupped me. I let out a small groan as my hands started moving on their own accord, rubbing the muscles on his arms as I delved deeper and deeper into our kiss. We were both panting now, our breaths cut short and our adrenaline rushing through the roof. Right when he dragged the strap of my dress down the elevator dinged, signaling us reaching his room. We both broke apart, breathing as hard as possible as we made our way into his room.
(NO MORE SPICE) Alexander got to his bed and took his suit jacket off, his muscles almost ripping apart the white shirt he was wearing underneath. He slowly turned around to look at me, flushed and to be honest, a little needy. He chuckled as he took me in and he sat on his bed, his body creating a dip in the soft mattress. His index finger was now pointed at me and he curled it towards himself, meaning he wanted me to get closer, to get closer to him. I did, in confident strides, as I slowly took my straps off, my dress still hugging the area in between my waist and hips, refusing to get any lower without his help. He laughed, his head tilting back and I saw those perfect dimples I barely see displayed on his cheeks, the dimples I would never expect a man like him to have.
He reached out, his hand grabbing mine, pulling me closer to him as my hand made its way to the area on my left thigh still covered by the dress. I palmed the solid metal hooked in the fabric and took it out as he kept smiling at me. His usually black, shadow eyes now filled with the brightness of ten thousand suns, looking at the smile I had fabricated for him, a smile I had gotten used to and one that had slowly but definitely turned real as time passed by.
Tears started forming in my eyes as I realized what had to be done and Alexander grunted, his eyes widening in shock as he registered the pain. His brows were now furrowed, his pained eyes staring right at mine as he thought of a reason for why I had done this. The dam I had solidified these past 2 years broke as I saw the blood trickle down onto the floor and splatter onto my hand. Tears rolled down my face in an impossibly fast rate as I kept apologizing to him, “this was the only way to fix what you had done 5 years ago Alexander.” I sobbed. He garbbed the hand that had the dagger in it with both of his palms and instead of pulling it out, Alexander was pushing it in. “Maya. The treasure of my life. I knew you would be the one to rid me of this world one day and as long as it is you I see no punishment in it. Rather, I thank you for taking me out of my misery, out of the misery of taking any more innocent lives.” He choked out, the blood in his mouth now splattering all around him, onto my dress and onto the white floor. I sobbed even harder as I heard his words, his last words directed at me, his last words thanking me for ending his life. I slowly straddled him, not wanting to dig the dagger any deeper as he struggled to breathe in my arms, as he struggled to LIVE in my arms. Alexander’s left hand made its way up to my left cheek and he started caressing me, even in his last few moments Alexander was comforting me, even as he died right in my arms. “I will love you forever and always Maya.” He whispered and then he stopped. His arm dropping right onto he floor as his pulse stopped beating, as he stopped breathing, as he stopped living. Alexander, the king of the shadow realm was now dead, he was dead in my arms. My first and last love was dead because I had killed him for the good of the world.
MY HEART-
more all i want is more of this story!! please tell me it's already a written and published book!!!!!
Is this a book? Where can I find it? Please, I need to know the rest of the story!!
WRITE
A BOOK
Wowww my eyes are waterfall now 😩🖤
Her heart raced as she stood chained to shackles that hung from the ceiling. His eyes were deep and menacing but there was a sinster gentleness about him. She couldnt tell if he was playing with her emotions, manipulating himself to appeal to her inner darkness but whatever he was doing, it was working. She felt a strong mix of emotions. Freight, intrigue, love, and hate. She felt as if she were in danger but the way he moved contradicted the situation. Slowly he moved closer. Edging towards her bare neck. She weakly fought against the chains but she knew it would do no good. "You dont know how long I've waited for this moment." He cooed. "It's been too long since we last met. If you'll indulge me for a moment. I can feel the heat emanating from your very core. Dare I say you are perhaps, receptive to my advances?" She wanted to say no. Protest her innocence. Spit in his face to show he had no power over her. But she couldn't move. Couldn't answer, because no matter what she said to him they both knew the truth. She flinched as his lips came closer to her bare skin. She could feel his hot breath and it gave her chills of excitement. Part of her wanted him. Part of her wanted to kill him. But a bigger part of her wanted to know why he was doing this when he knew she could never forgive him for taking away everything she knew and loved.
"Dont come any closer." She tried to scream, but instead, it came out as a weak whisper. There was no sign of amusement on his face. In truth he didnt enjoy seeing her like this but it was the only way to get close to her. The only way to keep her here.
They were lovers once. Happily engaged. The night of their wedding he became something else. Something evil. And yet she could sense no ill intention in his voice. Try as she might she still couldn't erase the feelings she had for him. No matter how long it had been. How far apart they seemed. His gaze although quite feral made her weak in the knees. Her body sensed the familiarity of his touch and ached for more.
The young man stood on the side of the road. People all around him were running away from the destructive force in the middle of the road. She was barely visible, what with the smoke circling her with ferocious power. Closer to her than the smoke- and more dangerous- were flames. Flames she controlled, although they battled against her and singed wherever they touched. This monster could destroy nations in minutes, if she set her mind to it. And here she was, burning this small suburb simply because it pleased her. She loved her flames. She loved the hot licks of fire on her fingertips. She loved feeling in control.
The young man was fixated on the monster. He watched in awe and horror. He knew he needed to stop her, but he also knew that in comparison to her he is nothing but some dust in the wind. He stood no chance against her, and it scared him.
The smoke around the monster parted for an instance, long enough for him to see her glance at him and smile. He felt a rush of warmth in his body, and a tug at his heart. This monster is dangerous in more ways than one.
This is stunning
Slowly, in a graceful stride of power and dominance, she moved forward...taunting the prince. He had never felt so small. The power he boasted of, the kingdom he took pride in, and the throne he once wore so proudly...now burned in front of him.
He looked at his side, scoffing as she continued to approach slowly, “Of course. Of course it was you.”
Reaching the prince’s throne, her eyes squinted in mockery, hand reaching out towards the prince’s tense features. His eyes twitched in annoyance.
Her icy touch moved patiently, tracing the side of his face down to his clenched jaw, lifting his chin ever so slightly. Her gaze bore into his avoiding eyes until they captured him in an unmovable hold.
A playful smirk tugged at the end of her lips, knowing full well what she wants, “It is time you beg for your precious life, great prince.”
He scoffed, “Kill me now.”
She stopped, interested by his seemingly unshakeable resolve. She slowly leaned in, testing.
But as she did, his lips slightly parted, a trembling breath leaving swiftly.
She leaned back, serious, “You...have fallen victim to the lie of my regard.”
No longer interested because of this sudden revelation, she moved away.
But the moment her addicting touch nearly left his face, his hand unknowingly reached for her, grabbing her wrist and holding it in place.
When he carelessly did, the tip of her finger lightly grazed the bottom of his lip, his eyes closing in frustration, jaws clenching more so, as he finally begged in a weak whisper.
“Kill me now.”
~~wattpad: lskyee
omg what's the title?
@@namjoonstiddies1911 Hi! Thank you for taking interest in the book! It is an on-going book entitled as, "Lucia" in Wattpad, but you might not be able to find it with the title. You can, instead, look up "lskyee" (as in LSKYEE but all lowercase). It's my Wattpad account. I have to warn you though, the book is a bit of a slow burn 😅
@@lskyeee8101 bruh i love slow burns btw thanks it's really good
OMG
Woahhhhhh ☆☆☆ Sounds great!!! a trope where its the girl being the betrayer ooo la la interesting ☆☆ much and many blessings to the success of your story!!
"-Do it. This is what you want. Do it.
-I've been chasing you for so long...
-I know and I won't put up a fight. This time I'm ready. Do it.
She closed her eyes, waiting for a feeling of cold metal piercing her skin, but it never happened. Then hot lips touched hers and she felt the passion burning within them. "
(English is not my first language, just sayin')
Also, can I stay here forever? I honestly love this comment section.
that was vaguely hot
The warehouse seems empty, my footsteps are the only sound echoing between these walls. I grip my gun tighter as I pass a few crates, but the door bursts open. I slowly step backwards trying to find cover in the shadows. The voice keeps coming closer but I can't see who it belongs to. I step on some broken glass and suddenly an arm snakes around my waist while a hand covers my mouth.
"Not. One. Word" His voice low. Him. Of course he's here. Where else would he be? Always deep in trouble since we were kids. I used to get him out of his messes but it's been a long time since I bothered. Not after what he did. I clench my jaw at the reminder of why we are enemies now.
He guides me behind some crates and makes me duck besides him. Suddenly I recognize the newcomer. My partner. As soon as he comes to view, Beckett has his gun pressed against my throat and his chest to my back.
"Don't even think about it, princess." He whispers in my ear. I slowly reach for the gun in my ankle, but he grabs my hand.
"Uh-uh, River. Clever girl, I taught you well" I look at him pleadingly from the corner of my eyes, remembering all of our shared stories. His gaze softens. "Just trust me." I look at him incredously.
"Where are you?"Jacob, my partner shouts. Suddenly Beckett pulls us out of the crates in a swift move. He pushes me towards him, gun pointing at me. As soon as I'm free I get my gun and draw it at him.
"This doesn't have to end like this, Beck." I look at him, moisture pooling in my eyes. "You can walk out of this." Suddenly I feel a cold gun pressed into the back of my head. I freeze.
"Oh, River. Clueless as always, uh?" Jacob laughs sardonically. "Drop the fucking gun." I do as he says and shut my eyes tightly.
"What is this Jacob? What are you doing?" I open my eyes and look straight into Beck's blue orbs. He wears his usual coldness. I study him trying to find the boy I used to love but I can't find him. He's a monster now. A monster willing to destroy everything that has ever meant something to him.
"Pull the trigger dumbass, do it already." Jacob barks at Beck. " Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Yes." Beck looks at me and I close my eyes waiting for him to end me. Then, all I can hear is a loud bang and all I can feel are Beck's arms around me.
"River, look at me." I can feel his big hand on my cheek."You're okay, just open your eyes please." I do so and as soon as I meet his eyes all I can see is relieve.
"You once told me that not all bad guys are as bad as they seem." We are inches apart and all I can feel is his breath in my lips as he speaks. "Do you still believe that?" He swallows thickly. I close my eyes and slowly nod. He places a hand in my neck while he burying his head in the nook of my shoulder.
"Good." He exhales harshly, almost shuddering.
I NEED MORE OF THIS RN
WOW!
Not me now wanting to write a Loki or James Bond story using this!! Lol. This gets me excited to write again!
cual es tu nick, donde publicas tus historias por fis
Same! I was listening to this while reading stories about Loki. It was perfect.
I love James storys
What is a hero? What is a villain? Who decides what is good and evil? Is it life and death? Light and shadow? Day and night? Angels and demons? Who was first and who will be last? They knew about their fate, their destiny. Knew about the balance they disrupted. The lives that were lost from their selfish and forbidden love and the path they took together down the path of chaos and destruction. Yet there is a light right there, but only one can reach it. And the more they run away from it, the closer it gets. Until a choice has to be made. Will it be the hero? Will it be the villain? No one knows. Not even those who can see the future inside the vast ocean of stars in the sky. So they fight under the blood red sky, with tears in their eyes and despair in their heads, finally realising that good endings are only in fairy tales...
He was plagued with dreams of her. The girl he couldn’t remember. And she was in a never ending hell, one where she took the bullet to save him. The boy who’d saved her life countless times. After a while she started to regret, being in such pain for a murderer. But then she remembered how he held her, how he begged her not to close her eyes. How she watched him cry over her dying body. The scream was the last thing she heard, the animal cry that pierced the air when she felt her arms go limp. It was never the pain of the bullet that broke her, but the pain that he saw in his cold eyes.
Those very eyes that, at the moment were watching a man die. He felt the strangest emptiness in his chest. Not that numbness that he constantly felt instead of emotion. No it was almost as if he’d lost something. That he couldn’t understand
He had nothing to loose
Please,tell me there is actually a written book of this story.
@Larissa 189 I wish
'Dante! How dare you! After everything I did for you!' she broke down into uncontrollable tears.
'I gave my all for you' she said, slightly calmer. at the sudden realization 'Ah I gave my all for you. Am I an idiot?' she laughed emotionlessly and dragged a hand through her hair. 'I'm sorry for expecting so much from you. After all, you're just the Dante Vino, a ruthless killer and sadistic prick and I was just your prey.'
She turned around to leave when he grabbed her hand and pulled it back, the force causing her to turn around. 'Karla, you do NOT walk away from me.' She winced at the sudden pain.
'Haven't you tortured me enough? Or will you only be satisfied seeing my lifeless body?'
'Karla, I will NEVER hurt you'
'That lie got old 3 times ago'
'I didn't mean for you to find out like this, I swear'
'No, you didn't mean for me to find out at all'
'I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay?! I know I shouldn't have done that and I truly regret it. So fucking much. Every time I saw your face, I was instantly torn in two knowing that I wronged you. I didn't want you to hate me. You're the only good thing in my life. I know my reputation. I know I'm not a good person but I'm trying, Karla, believe me I really am'. The tears had started to roll down his cheek and his eyes looked like they had been dyed red.
Karla was now very much drenched in tears as well, 'You're trying to be a good person. I wish you the best on your endeavors but I'm not going to be used as your trial and error test subject. Every single time, I trust you. Every single time, you betray my trust. Every single time, you beg for forgiveness. Every single time, I forgive you. Dante, let's end this vicious cycle. It's not good for either of us.' She pulled her hand from his weakened grip and walked towards the door.
Dante's mind couldn't keep up with whatever was happening. They had had fights before. Terrible ones. But this one seemed different somehow. It felt all too...permanent.
Karla's eyes were still downpouring and her throat quivering but she kept her voice as strong as possible when she got to the door, turned around to face him once more and said, 'I hope you find the light', and walked out.
Namaste. ;)
I love that scenario in storytelling, and these tracks definitely get me in the mood for it
Can you recommend a book with this scenario?
@@leigh-anjohnson Ivanhoe, by Sir Walter Scott, and Pride and Prejudice are a few that come to mind, though typically I feel like in these situations it turns out the villain is is more virtuous than initially believed
"I trust you with my heart."
"I trust nothing." He says in his deep voice. The sword tearing into her chest. The colour dragged from her warm face. A crimson colour poring from her soul. "Trusting things is a weakness. Even trusting yourself." His lips touch her ear. "You were a soldier. what happened sweet. Now your just a pebble. In my past." Her eyes blank. Sniffs escaping her tight chest.
"Just a shame you forgot. I am a solider. Not human." She plunges the dagger into his stomach as they both tumble on each other. "A villain and a hero dead. I won. You won." Just a shame they never lasted. There hand fall onto each other.
"Well hero, what am I going to do with you?"
He chuckled darkly as the hero helplessly struggled being tied to a chair. He grabbed her chin forcing her to look him in the eyes. He gently stroked her cheek as a tear fell from her eye.
"Oh darling don't be like that... we both know you have dremt of this." He says as he holds up her diary. "So many dirty thoughts about me." He smirked. "Would you like to make those become a reality?"
The villain smiled, his face covered by debris, the kingdom had fallen and.. he laughed, he laughed hard, it was a crazed sort of amused laugh, the laugh of someone who had finally found homage in insanity. The kingdom had fallen all because their precious hero couldn’t stop his heart from beating and as the villain raised from the ashes of the destroyed castle his hand dug into the rubble only to grasp another hand and when he pulled his hand up, the hero with his dirtied blonde hair stood next to him, a distraught frown on his face as he faced his own kingdom alongside his supposed enemy, gasps rang out as the two men stood side by side and it was then, as the two kissed that the people of the once prosperous kingdom knew, they would forever be doomed. The prophecy had come true and along with it, days filled with pain and suffering…..
"You are quite foolish aren't you?" He brought my hand up to his lips gently kissing it "I never thought I would be dancing with the devil" I said a smirk appearing on his face "There are a lot of things that happen that you don't expect doll" He took me to the dance floor my white dress flowing as we walk *"Care to dance hero?"*
i love it, if i may add on to it (i had an idea)
As we danced i started to slowly forget exactly whom i was dancing with, whose turf i was spinning on, and whose trap id been caught in. My white dress swaying with every giggle i took as he spun me around his floor. "Say, who thought old school ball room dancing would be so enjoyable." i said. His face lit up smugly, as he replied "I know right. But it just got better." He spun me around one more time, however i slipped on something wet. When i looked down i saw my white, sawying dress had become a red carpet to hell. I gasped as a surge of pain from my side pulsed through my body. He dropped me and i fell to the cold floor. Clutching my side i panted "Y-You really a-are a- devil!" as he slowly walked away, his heels clicking with every step, i could feel it. Almost istantly, the devils smile. "Foolish doll." he said, then all i felt was nothing. But they say the ballroom's once cream titles had become a lovely maroon colour.
I hope you liked it, haha.
@@unicorntymeitsme5634 I absolutely loved this! Thank you for adding on to this 🥰
@@justyouraverageweeb5481 oh! Ahh thank you for the original~ and no worries hehe. 🥰
@@unicorntymeitsme5634 I love the plot and the idea that you had going on! It gave me a couple ideas on future story's that I have I really appreciate you adding on to it because I felt like something was missing 🥰
@@justyouraverageweeb5481 oh really!? Ah well then, feel free to use it however you want, thank you~🥰
I took the hand of the closet guy as the music started. He placed a strong hand on my waist and grabbed my hand with his other hand. I reluctantly placed my free hand on his shoulder as he slowly spun me around to the music.
I looked up at the light reflecting through the chandeliers above. This whole thing seeming a bit much. The masks, the gowns, the hundreds of bodies all piled in the ballroom- all swaying and twirling to the loud music.
I finally looked up to the guy I was dancing with and let out a small gasp.
"Alex? What are you doing here?" I stared at his dark eyes hiding behind the black mask. "If my father sees you here you will immediately be killed."
He let out a low chuckle. "I can protect myself."
"Leave, please." I said desperately.
He ignored me and bent down slightly so his lips were right against my ear. "The dress should have been black, not red. It would have made your hair stand out more."
"Yes, well. I didn't exactly get to decide. " I then looked up with him with more urgency. "You need to leave. Seriously."
He sighed and stared down at me, his jaw slightly clenched. "You need to call off the wedding. I know you don't like him."
I glared at his chest. "I don't have a choice and you know that." I took a breath to calm myself. "It was technically your fault this is happening. The murders."
He scowled looking over my shoulder. We then twirled around and I got a look at what- or I mean who- he was looking at.
Kai was dancing with one of my kingdoms females. He looked uncomfortable as he spun the woman around.
The music then came to an end, Alex's hands slipping away from my waist. I turned around just in time to see him melt into the crowd.
How was this? It's a bit of the story I've been writing on wattpad. I have yet to write the Mascarade chapter, but I think that bit there will be in that chapter. My wattpad is syrein69 and the story is called "Love for the Monster." I would love for some feedback cause I wanna make my writing even better :)
I literally forgot I was reading this on UA-cam. I think it’s AWESOME 😁
@@renee997 thank u!!! :)
@@syrein1426 You’re welcome!
That was good
This is actually the perfect vibe for the book I'm writing ! Granted, it's not really about falling in love with a villain, more like two villains on their path to redemption, overcoming their demons together and slowly becoming the most badass heroes the world has ever seen, but- same thing, isn't it ?
good luck!
He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice that sent shivers down my spine, "Hello there, little miss reckless," he said. "What's your name?"
"Katreena," I said, barely above a whisper, not even minding blurting out my coven surname.
"Katreena," he repeated, as if tasting my name on his tongue. "I'm Nikolas."
"Nikolas," I echoed, feeling a strange connection to him.
He stared at me for a moment, then nodded slightly as he looked into my eyes with an intensity, "Do you know who I am?" he asked.
I shook my head. I had never seen him before in my life.
He chuckled and said, "Good."
He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to know who I am?"
Absent of my usual thoughts, I nodded, feeling his breath on my skin. Gone were my calculating ethics, cause now, I didn't care a damn of what anyone thought of me, what anyone said about me. I didn't care that I was breaking the own rules I bounded for myself.
All I cared about was him.
All I wanted was him.
Yes the vampire diaries/ the originals ❤❤❤
I looked to him, the snarling monster before me his eyes a flame with the same hungry look he’d worn as he had destroyed anything and everything around him sparing no soul, and mine would soon be next. Still I reached out with my hand wanting to close the inches between us that felt more like miles. I knew what he was, what he’d done and still I wanted to be the one that could tame the beast…even if it meant my death would be at his hands, the same hands I’d imagined cradling me and caressing and exploring me. I’d become so crazed, more so than his inner beast, that any touch from those hands would have been ecstasy.
something about the darkness was so inviting... So dark and yet so bright. A shooting star slowly fading away. I had hoped I would be one chapter in your title. So I became the only one.
I looked in your eyes as you looked in mine and a tear left my cheek as I cuddled beside you. I could never have done it. I thought as I looked into his eyes, as he planted the blade into my chest.
You looked down after my soul had left my body. Broken, tears falling away. You had loved me. But you loved the idea of power so much more. As I laid beneath you turning cold you could see the blade beneath my dress, the dagger stored for safe keeping. You were just ready to pull the trigger and I wasn't. And sometimes I realised the person you'd take a bullet for could also be behind the gun. Just as he had.
OMGGG
The hero falling in love with the villain sounds like the most toxic relationship ever especially if they are really destined to be enemies due to their ideologies, not just forced because of the circumstances.
" It would be a lie if I said I never expected this " he said with a soft smile while I had my gun pointing at his chest.
" I thought you would change, FOR ME! Is killing people more important to you than us? " I screamed with tears streaming down my eyes, my fingers on the trigger.
" Nothing was ever important to me than you. Since the first day we met. You are the only thing I have. The people I killed wanted to separate us and I can not let that happen. " he said with the same smile.
" we could have thought of something els- "
" You are the one who doesn't consider me important" he said while cutting me off, lost in thought looking at his feet.
" what? " I cried with confusion in my voice.
" You always think about others and not us. Even right now, you care about the lives of the people who could have separated us, while you stand pointing a gun at me " he said in a low tone and his smile disappeared.
" I am afraid you are still the monster you were when we first met " I said sternly trying to stop myself from breaking down.
" I was a monster to you all this time after all " he murmured with an annoying smirk still looking down. He raised his head looking at me with the same gaze he always had since the first day. The gaze of love and admiration. The gaze that he wants to give me the whole world.
Did he succeed in manipulating me again? or all of this is actually true.
While I was lost in my thoughts he grabbed the gun from me and pointed it towards me.
" Sweetheart, why did we have to come to this? " he asked and for the first time I saw tears in his eyes. But they brought rage and anger with them. His eyes were dark and red.
The monster had returned.
" I knew it. You never changed " I said while dropping on my knees.
" I was a monster to you all this while. I thought I had you but I have nothing left now. " he said still holding the gun towards me, with disappointment in his voice. I closed my eyes as I saw my death approaching me. I felt the tip of the gun on my head. I was going to be shot by the love of my life.
" I loved you, I love you and will always love you. " he spoke with a glint of satisfaction in his words. A loud noise of gunshot pierced my ears and I opened my eyes in astonishment.
There he lay, smiling at me, with pool of blood around his head.
He fell in her trap, just like a moth to the fire they burn. But for him, his heart burns, from the betrayal he did felt. She looked down, not even a single emotion painted on her face.
"It's true I killed her. The girl you've been desperately looking justice for."
She throws a knife down to the pit he just fell into.
"You don't have to lie to yourself anymore. Isn't clear?" She said shrugs
She turns around, starting to walk off.
"Why do you have to do this?" he said in a low voice.
The steps stop, a silence is created. Even the drop from the water in the cave could be heard.
"The head wants it."
Yes all this time, she only does what the so-called head wants. Even if the target is her own lover.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, maybe it is all a dream, a bad bad dream. But the warmth from the tears he cries woke him up.
Poético
Running.
Running from something she’s never seen before.
“W-what was that?!” she stutters to herself as her feet carry her through the forest.
The images flash through her mind. Blood red eyes. Burgundy hair. Skin white as snow. He looked like the male version of Snow White. Was he human though?
But those eyes…. Something about them just screamed danger. Yet it took her a while to run. She felt like her feet had disappeared and she was stuck there for eternity.
Eternity… she could stare into his eyes for etern- WHAT WAS SHE THINKING!? What had he done to her?
Suddenly he was in front of her again. She turned around and tried to run back but he was there too, she turned round again. There was nowhere to run. He was there again.
Those eyes... They pierced into hers and she couldn't stop him from seeing all of her. He stepped closer. She felt naked, like he had just smashed through all her walls and dived deep into her pool of hidden secrets. He made his way to her, slowly. She felt herself submitting to him. he was there, right in front of her. He lowered himself to her level and gently caressed her cheek, his hand was icy but she leant into him, he put his thumb to her lips and she gave him entrance. That was all he needed to distract her.
The knife was cold. Until her blood warmed the metal. She only started feeling the pain in her chest when it was too late. The poisoned blade had done its job and would now rest in her body for eternity.
(My grammar is really bad so please feel free to edit this.)
"Going from inconsequential barfly to a key sacrifice to raise a cursed pirate lord from the dead would have been enough to make anyone crumble. But somehow you've managed to have the upper hand despite the worlds attempts to rip it from your grip." He brushed his finger gingerly over the burnt scar on her palm, but it was her neck that tingled under his fingertips. "I'll gladly ride the wake of the chaos you will undoubtedly reign on the world of those who have a preordained destiny for you."
"Are you mad?” she almost laughed, “Me? Against a cult that’s withstood centuries, fueled by a perilous tenacity for lunacy? Your words not mine by the way. They use to be your family, so if they are as half as dangerous as you... the only thing I'll be ‘reigning down on them’ is tears. That's all I've been doing so far anyway. The second they show up, they’d cut me down.”
“Doubt it.” he chuckled with a wry smile.
“What you think I could cry them to death?” Emma asked sarcastically. But he didn’t answer and stared intently at her hand for a moment. The burn that had started this all... that had marked her for death. Aaron wrapped the bandage a few more times and paused, and tucked the ends away carefully. He grabbed her had purposefully and looked her in the eye. They were alive with a brazen, and uncanny fire, glittering as the corner of his mouth tilted upwards ever so slightly.
“I think I’d kill every single one of them before they laid a hand on you.” He said, to simply, as if he was trying to hard to suppress the rigor that his eyes were promising.
"So I'd live long enough to piss them off?" She offered, unable to pull her hand away from his grip. Not that she was trying very hard.
"And what's your second intentions?"
"Right now?" He lifted his eyebrows at her, "Those lips."
SEQUEL RN!!!
Her head spun and she felt her world crumbling in on her, threatening to crush all the air from her lungs.
"I...trusted them"
The girl crumpled to her knees, holding her head in her hands as she screamed, tears dripping down her cheeks and through the cracks of her fingers. She screamed and screamed her throat was raw, she didn't care. Why? Why had she attempted anything? Was this what was waiting around every corner?
"Oh my, you've come to see me...though not in one piece it seems, but rather fragments"
The faint sound of heels clicking against tile filled the crying girl's ears, she didn't bother to look up as she continued her screams.
She didn't know why she was here, the queen of shards had always given her grief...had always laughed and pushed her down, so why had she come here? Perhaps, because she knew her story, the pain, the betrayal...she thought it was because the Queen was simply cruel and horrid. However, now she wondered...what had truly caused her to be betrayed?
"This simply won't do, we can't have you crying on my floor, you'll mess up all the hard work the servants put into it, come, stand to your feet"
Raising herself from the floor she sniffled as she finally raised her eyes to the queen. She was beautiful, cruel, torturous...but beautiful.
"...They...They locked me away, they tried...they..."
She tried to hold in her cries but she couldn't help it, she felt like the only one in this world that would understand...was the Queen. The queen who had murdered countless innocents, strung up men who had come too close, shattered the minds of those who wished to befriend her only to overthrow her. All those times she had pushed her down...all those times she had laughed...it all seemed like a bad memory but in reality, perhaps it was better she had been cruel. Perhaps it had been best that she had prepared her for the worst in people.
"You've been shattered dear, you're heart, mind, and emotions are all in shards...let me fix that for you~"
Her eyes had dulled before the locked onto the queen's piercing green ones, she held her hand out, extended and ready to help...
"Come now, get your revenge, and feel the smile cruelty blesses you with, step into the shattered glass with me"
And so, she did, she took her hand and stepped forward, her tears dry and her head clear.
Is anyone else writing a MC falling in love with a villain 🙋🏼♀️
I am!! Technically it occurs over the period of a few books in an upcoming series, Spies, but I am writing it where the MC falls for the villain too!
@@authormahaylaa.palachuk386 that’s a really cool idea!
I mean... technically he's not a *villain*, but he's very... ummmmmm... not... good...? XD
My WIP has a forbidden love between the heroine and a villainous character. Aand this playlist is just perfect!!😍😍
I am! But she doesn’t know he is the villain
Fire was everywhere, people’s cries could be heard from all around and the city was burnt. In the mist of it all, the hero, the one who was supposed to protect this city with her life, was on her knees, extremely weak and about to collapse. From the black fog infront of Cassidy, a tall muscular figure appeared.
*“My love, see what happens when you don’t listen to me. Do you get it now!?”*
“Get what!? That you’re a horrible monster who burnt down an entire city because I don’t believe your BS!?”
*”My love, what I told you was the truth, that everyone in this city apart from the children were paid by the government to be around you, to get into dangerous situations, to love and care for you.”*
“No! Y-You’re a l-liar! Agh! (whispering)my side.”
*”My love, you’re weak, you can’t even stand.”*
“(Still weak) Y-yes I can!”
She managed to stand… for a second, as soon as she got up she fell straight into the arms of the cruel but handsome villain. Their bodies collided, it was like fire and water. Now, a little embarrassed but even more angry Cassidy was about to start swearing at Eros when…
*”See, this is what they did to you. As soon as they realised that you were unable to help them, they threw stones at you and ran away.”*
“N-No! Th-They wouldn’t do t-that! (Soft tone, almost whispering) Oww…”
*”Your side’s still hurts, doesn’t it? You need to rest.”*
“I’ll only rest when you’re dead.”
*”You really never let your guard down around anyone, even around a person who’s like you.”*
“I’m nothing like you!”
*”The government really went out-of their way to erase your memories huh? Don’t worry my love, when you wake up tomorrow I’ll explain everything.”*
“W-wake up?”
And at that very moment, as if expected, the wounded hero passed out in a villain’s arms, but, instead of killing her, he kissed her on her forehead and teleported far away from the city.
(If y’all want a part 2 please tell me)
I know it’s not really the hero falling for the villain but I didn’t know where to put this story 😢
"I didn't mean to ruin your life." He said breathlessly. "Ruin? You gave me life." A line from a book I'm writing :3 (thinking about it makes me sad)
I would love to read this❤
Like a little animal being lured by its ravenous predator, she was lured by his ravenous beauty, spurting out from every corner like a bitter realization. She took a step closer. And closer. The man was no more looking through the window; his attention was on her and her only. With a subtle “may I”, she traced his shoulder. Tension sliced the air, as if he was struggling not to restrain from her touch, yet she couldn’t help confirming he truly was in a physical body. Never lowering her emerald, dark green eyes from his black ones, the urge to know clouded her astonished mind, making her relish in the touch even more, elation, excitement and a desire to prove herself the only things that nurtured her heart. Intimidation, mixed with hesitant wonder, provided the excellent match to fulfil a person’s dreams.
“Let me into your darkness. Teach me how to hide myself, my weaknesses and my emotions away from people, whenever it is needed. Teach me how to bask in solitude.” Her words were barely audible, like a breathless whisper from her lips. Their eyes were locked, the gleam of darkness mixed with the gleam of crushed innocence and plead. Only rays of sunlight and beeping of health machines invaded their half-spoken half-looked through conversation as the world seemed to disappear, to fall down beneath their heels.
“You truly want it. You are eager to soar, free as a bird, above the hell of peoples’ hatred, dive into the deep, abounding waters of frozen time, and walk on the ripe green ground of utopian ideals. But still, I ask you; are you sure? There may not be any going back.” He shrunk in height, worry in his eyes. A cold hand on Talissa’s cheeks, begging her to refuse. At that point he seemed almost humane, warning her about the unforeseen. There was no going back. And she made her decision.
"war of hearts" always hits me diffrently
I don’t write, but here’s a quote from Haunting Adeline I absolutely adore.
“When you make someone fall in love with the darkest parts of you, there’s nothing you can do that will scare them away.
They will be yours forever because they already love all the fucked up bits and pieces of you.” (Page 221)
After everything I had done to get to this point, the blood, the scars, the pain, the deaths of my friends and family. He stood there covered in red with a smile on his face, he had won. The five year war was over. Relief washed over me when I knew it was finally finished, I had gone as far as I could. I dropped my sword and waited for his to strike me down, but it never came. No, he slouched without care on the bloody throne my brother's dictation, and stared down at me like as if I were his prey, he'd never let me get off that easy. He was unlike anyone id ever met before, he scared me, his power was intoxicating.
The second song (Toxic) was something like a soundtrack from the James Bond movies of the new age...🤵
The question clanged through him. Stopped him in his tracks.
Why would anyone ever love you?
And for the brief moment he stood frozen before his mother, he realized that he never thought of why.
Why would someone look at him and love him for who-what-he was?
Why would someone choose to love him?
And for the first time, he did not know what to say. Every word he’d planned to tell his mother died on his tongue, a ghostly graveyard of unsaid aches.
Why would anyone ever love you?
If he was being honest, he didn’t know.
.....
“Oh my darling,” He breathed. “I could remember you from touch alone.”
.....
“The sad part is,” Cesair’s chin dipped, shadows were forming in his eyes, swallowing the gold into abysmal nothingness. “She still loved me when I tasted of heartache and war."
-- Mer
"You betrayed us! I thought we were friends!"
"no. We were not friends. HAve never been and never will be. I did everything for you. I twisted and turned. Streched like a ribbon but you pulled too haard and snapped me in half. I bent fot you until i broke. But never once have you even acknoleged me or my efforts for this so-called friendship and even this war we are fighting."
"A war you stared! You are a traitor! You lured us into our deaths!"
"Dont't be silly. I dind't lure you anywhere. You're just so full of your greatness tzat you can't even see past own bigotry! All I ever wanted was for you to accept and support me! To tell me that you cared! But you will never care for anything but your ego! This- all of this- is only your own fault, hero."
The music played a calm waltz. It surrounded the grand ballroom. Dresses in vibrant colors swayed over the floor with elegant steps that followed the rythm. Chatter and laughter joined the music and embraced the entire room in its warmth.
I scanned the room while taking a sip of my wine. Then the music stopped, the dance and chatter with it. All the courtiers and musicians seemed to be staring toward the marble stairs. I followed their gaze and nearly choked.
With a beautiful black dress and a tiara made of silver, the goddess stood at the top of the stairs. Her charcoal-colored hair hanged loose over her bare shoulders, a long cut on the dress showed off her cleavage. She walked down the stairs, her red lips formed into a grin as everyone's eyes followed her every step. But her eyes were set on me. My hand found the handle of my sword as she strolled toward me, the people stepped away with fear in their eyes.
When she was only two feet away from me, she stopped. For a long moment we just stared into each other's eyes. The room was completely silent.
"Are you going to kill me? Or are you going to ask me to a dance?" The goddess asked.
I blinked, comprehending what she said. I let go of the sword and then glared at her.
"Neither."
She let out a laugh. My whole body tensed at the sound. Her golden eyes pierced into me. They stripped me naked with a brutal force and served my deepest secrets and desires on a silver platter before this beast. This beast that I had set free from its cage knowing full well that it had been locked in for a very good reason.
"I'm afraid you only have those two options, darling," she purred, sending shivers down my spine. "But if you kill me you won't find the past king before it is too late."
- Something that I will later add to my book. Hope you like it
My protagonist's love interest isn't a villain in and of himself as much as the son of the villain. But, this is still fantastic!
"What ... What have you done? This... you killed someone!" her once best friend asked with shock in her eyes.
"N- No! No I- I had to. He were going to harm her. I couldn't let him..." she spoke quietly, shaking as her eyes were fixed on the blood on her hands and the knife in the man's chest.
"You killed someone for that ... monster? How can you do that? You're good!" the other woman asked and stepped away in disbelief.
"Because I love her. I would protect her even if it cost me my life." she admitted and looked up, her eyes meeting the ones of the villain. She smiled gently before she wiped her hands on her white dress, tainting it.
No. She wasn't good. She wasn't bad either. She was simply and madly in love and it influenced her judgment.
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"You do not know of what you speak," she snapped hoping to silence the prisoner.
"Don't I, darling?"
He smirked shifting his legs. His messy hair dangled down into his eyes as he looked at her. Annoyance sparked in her mind.
"The king is just and loyal to his people. Your lies will not sway me."
He shrugged. "Your choice, sweetie. Not like I care, but I'll tell you this, I'm not dying tonight."
It took all her willpower not to scoff. This idiot was going to be executed for killing the heir prince, of course he was going to die.
"I can tell you don't believe me. I mean you barely know me, but trust me, honey, killing the heir prince is no easy task." His eyes glinted with greed. "I'll kill that king and take his crown. One day this world will be mine."
She shifted her feet. He said it with such confidence she almost wanted to believe him, but that would be treason.
"Debating my words, huh sweetie?"
She flushed looking away. "I am merely seeing if your delusional thoughts are worth reporting."
He smirked. "Very well. As you say darling."
The soft clanking of armor caused both to shift their attention over. Two guards trotted towards the cell moving in perfect harmony. She bowed her head moving from the cell.
"Well, honey, guess this dates been cut short unfortunately. I'll see you next time."
He smirked and playfully saluted her as the two guards roughly dragged him away.
She watched him leave. A warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach. A soft, dreamy smile crept onto her lips.
She shook her head letting her smile fall. No, that wasn't allowed. That would be treason... wouldn't it?
"And I knew, this was not supposed to happen but it did... I just wanted to see him just one more time. I was looking at him, covered in blood with a big knife in his hands... He was an assassin, the worst of all, he's done horrible things he even tried to kill me the day we met but all I could do was loving him. The atraction, the conection, I couldn't do anything but be there, love him, crave him... He might be a monster, but he's my monster and if i had to, I would let him kill me so he could live..."
My white dress was stained with blood. His black suit was as well, but his refused to show it.
Pain flooded my vision, daring me to pass out.
"NO!!!" He yelled, his voice echoing in my mind and in my ears, catching me as I collapsed.
Wet droplets landed on my face from above. At first, I thought them to be blood, but soon I realized they were tears. His hands held my face, our foreheads touching. With tremendous effort, I opened my eyes to see his silhouette blocking the light.
"You were never my enemy..." I said, my voice barely a whisper on the wind. His eyes snapped open at the sound of my voice. Instead of the usual cold and snarky selves they usually were, they were full of immense sorrow, vulnerability, and... love?
"How could you trust someone like me?" he asked, attempting to wipe away the blood from my face with his thumb. "You should never have done such a stupid act. Now, look where you are. You foolish, foolish girl..." he muttered, barely able to get the words out without choking on them.
"Yes, but I am your foolish girl, aren't I?" I said, my lips somehow managing to twist into a weak smile. Reaching up to try to grasp at his hand that was covering my cheek, my feeble voice full of blood managed to squeak:
"I love you."
Who else is just reading the "almost Wattpad" stories while listening to the playlist
"But behind those emerald eyes... there's a devil in disguise,"
I could just imagine the hero, possibly a prince, saying this to himself, alone in his dark bedroom, suffering from heartbreak. What he doesn't realize is that the villain is standing behind the curtains watching him. She hears his words and knows he's talking about her. She played with his heart. It was quite fun for her. But as one tear rolls down his face, she realizes what she has done. The one person who actually loved her unconditionally... was now gone...
You lied to me, ‘Mr.Hero.’ You told me what to do and who to kill for revenge and Justice. I was foolish enough to believe you and as your female counter part, did the hard work for you. Just to realize who the real villain was. He did nothing but love me and I stabbed him in the heart for your tainted one. Let us finish this story. My beloved villain is waiting for me in the next book. (I dunno just wrote it)
I wrote a book about this superhero/warrior girl who fell in love with the villain, he loves her, she is now thinking if this is truly what she wants or not and stuff and so many plot twistsss. This is just what I needed for a relaxation from the book.
soooo, a playlist idea- unrequited love. the kind that will never get returned, no matter what. not everyone gets a happy ending :)
Listening to this even if the love interest isn't a bad guy lol, just acting suspicious
Being loved by a villain is the best thing that could ever happen to you. Because unlike the hero, the villain would always put you first, no matter what, and would sacrifice anything for themselves and for you, as opposed to a hero who would always have to put the greater good of the world first, a villain has no obligations.
exactly
Yup, the first song.
Perfect.
If my character didn't fall for the villain before, that's certainly happening now.