SO HAPPY TO BE PART OF THIS

She wanted the crown He wanted a heir There kingdoms wanted peace But nobody wanted love

i'm waiting for the writers to arrive.

He walked closer, a glass of whiskey on his right hand, his steps awfully taunting and dangerous. The room felt five times heavier than before as I continued walking backwards, my back eventually hitting the wall. I should have known better before entering his room on my own without backup but then --- "Huh," he smirked, taking a sip from his glass. His eyes met mine as he lowered the glass and a drizzle of liquid dropped from his lips to the side of his chin. "I heard a lot of bad things about you." I maintained eye contact and tried to discreetly swallow away my fear and failed as his smirk grew wider. "Did you? I hope one of them was about my temperance." Tilting his head to the right, his tongue slid down his bottom lip as his eyes travelled from my head to my waist. My body was on fire --- the room was spinning and here he was, standing before me in a black suit. Everything about him screamed raven: his eyes, his hair, even his lightning tattoo peaking out from his collar. Everything about him screamed power and ruthlessness. Gritting my teeth, I glared at him without emotion. "Let me go." "Is that what you really want?" He took a step closer. Fuck. I seethed, bracing myself mentally. "Yes." He nodded slowly and advanced closer, our torsos an inch away from each other. "Tell me one last time and I'll back down, sweetheart," he whispered, a devilish grin forming on his face. "Tell me to step back and I will. Tell me to go and I'll leave in an instant and you can take whatever you want in my room as you wish." This fucker. The scent of pinewood and peppermint toyed with my senses as my eyes slowly travelled to his and everything blurred for a second before I noticed his jaw clenching. "This isn't supposed to be. I shouldn't want you like this and if ---" "Fuck it." He murmured and threw the glass to the side, not giving me time to process the sound of the glass breaking as he clashed his lips to mine, his hand supporting my back. My hands roamed his chest and a groan of approval from him nearly made me drop to my knees. This was wrong. Everything about it was wrong. But everything felt so, so right. Leaning away for a second, his clasp on my waist tightened until I released a shaky sigh. "I only hear bad things about you because every time someone compliments you, they end up dead. I know there are good things about you, sweetheart, but those are mine to discover." A whimper-like laugh escaped my lips. "I thought you hate me." "Oh, I do," he pushed me back to the wall with a gentle force, a smirk on his face as his hands slowly went downwards. "I still do." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ not that experienced in writing :-) just drafted a scene I envisioned while listening to this fantastic playlist

She wanted the throne kept He wanted her She made him king He "called" her queen

she was a fire that only he could Ignite together they burnt the world to ashes

*sighs, reads tfota trilogy for the trillionth time and stare at my jurdan Pinterest board for the next couple of hours*

Ahem.. Vivienne, whom had been fighting for her rightful place of Queen for the past three months, had finally done it. She had the leader of the Red Roses, an organization out to murder her to avoid a Queendom, within her grasp. Well, her guards' grasp. They held and yanked him side to side, ensuring the slithering snake would not get away. "How does it feel to be restrained?" She asked him. She had felt restrained ever since her father had died. Being his only heir, they had no choice but to turn the Kingdom into a Queendom, with her as the ruler. "You think this will change anything?" He barked with laughter. "You'll still die." The guards moved to slap him, but she stopped them with a wave of her hand. The leader was bloodied and dirty; his dark hair matted and messy, his blue eyes bloodshot and filled with hatred. Yet she said nothing as they headed to the torture chamber, hidden deep within the castle, so no one would hear his screams. She was going to make him pay for what he did to her. Upon arrival, the guards tied him to a chair and left on her command. Vivienne just sat there for a long moment, taking in the pride that swelled within her stomach. He only stared back, his lips turned into a sneer. Silence filled the air, thick and unsettling. "What are you going to do?" He asked with a scoff. "Kill me?" She laughed at that. "Oh, no. No, no, no. That is much too easy." Inching closer to him, she crouched so her face was right in front of his. She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I am going to make you watch as I build an Empire from the stones your minions throw at me." He was silent at that. Good. "Tell me, what is your name?" She continued with a fake smile. He saw no point in lying. "Cyrus Thorne." She nodded, stood, and, just for the hell of it, slapped him square across the face. He let out a growl, startled. "You know, I expected you to be much more pathetic and lady-like." "Oh, please. I use daggers to do my makeup." She pointed to her precise eyeliner. "The blade is very useful for it." Honestly, Cyrus was impressed. She was the complete opposite of what he had expected: a prissy, clueless girl that had no idea how to do anything on her own. He didn't know what to think about her, now. "The reason I started the group was because I thought you would ruin the Kingdom." He told her. "Most women would be lost." "I'm full of surprises." She responded, turning to leave the chamber. "Wait." He called out to her, making her halt. Cyrus was desperate to do something. This woman scared him. "I can help you." *A few days later..* Cyrus stood Vivienne's balcony, overlooking the Kingdom. He had called off the attacks the Red Roses had planned. He had been completely wrong about Vivienne. In the period of a mere three days, she had proved herself skilled in many things, even more so than him. He felt guilty for underestimating her in the first place, plus.. She was pretty. The door to her bedroom opened, and he turned to see her face again. Those dark, chocolate eyes never ceased to struck awe in him. "What are you doing here?" She asked him with a small furrow of her brows. She had just got done arranging her coronation, and exhaustion crept over her. "I said you were free, not to go to my room. I already thanked you for your help, even though I didn't need it. I just didn't want anymore deaths." Cyrus couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face. "I know, I know." He murmured, walking over to her. He was about a foot taller than her, but he knew she could bring him to the ground in a second. Pulling out a red rose from his back pocket, he extended it to her. She started at it for a while, before barking out in laughter. "Really? A red rose?" Nonetheless, she took it. "Thought I'd be comedic." He grinned. He had gotten cleaned up at the mercy of Vivienne, who complained of his smell. She couldn't help but be conscious of his stupidly nice looks. Plus, ever since she had "proved" that she was Queen material, he had been a lot nicer to her. Apparently, Cyrus thought she was going to kill everyone with her lack of knowledge about fighting and war. "Get out." And he did. *A month later..* It was her coronation. She wore a beautiful black dress with golden stitching, the long sleeves made of lace. In the back room, she stared at herself in the mirror, reminiscing on the events that led her there. The crown waited just outside the door, upon a velvet cushion. She couldn't believe it. The door to the dressing room creeped open, and she turned to see that face again: Cyrus. For the past week, he had been hyping her up about the coronation, apologizing non-stop, and helping her plan things all at the same time. She couldn't bring herself to make him go away. Each time she saw him, it was like a flame lit inside of her. Dangerous and risky, yet thrilling and exciting. That flame rose in her stomach as he walked in with a small box. "A gift. Not a big one, but one, anyway." He told her with a small smile. Giving her the box, he hoped with all his might she would like it. Vivienne opened the box felt her heart warm at the contents. It was a beautiful necklace, with a green gem charm. Green was her favorite color. "It's beautiful." She mumbled, taking it out. "Can you put it on me?" His eyes widened. "You're actually going to wear it? Oh." The excited smile that came on his face was adorable, and she gave him the necklace, turning around. He put it on her, lifting her blonde hair gently. She touched the charm that hung near her collarbones, at awe from its beauty. It caught every single light that hit it and reflected it back. "I love it." She whispered, on the verge of tears. She had received much jewelry before, but this one seemed special to her. "And I love you." Cyrus told her. When she turned in surprise, the door was closing, and he was gone. She was going to strangle him. A few minutes later, she stood before the alter while the Royal Priest spoke. "Do you, Vivienne Kale Everson, swear to protect the land and people at all times, even in sickness?" "Yes." "And, do you swear to, one day, have an heir to carry on the Royal bloodline?" "Yes." The old man picked up the crown, stepping down the few steps to her. He placed it upon her head, a prideful smile forming on his lips. "Then, Vivienne, may you be the Queen, and rein with your heart of gold!" The entire Queendom clapped for their new Queen, and a huge festival was thrown. Drinking, dancing, laughing, and cheering went on for hours before Vivienne went to her room, throwing her heels off. Cyrus was waiting for her. She looked at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. "An heir?" He asked finally with a smirk. "Shut up." She snapped. And he did. Then, with a softer voice: "Did.. Did you mean what you said?" "I'm many things, but I'm not a liar." With a small sigh of relief, she walked over to him. "I love you, too." She reached in as if she were going to kiss him, but instead grabbed his ear and yanked his face forward. "If you ever say something like that again and just leave, I will hurt you." He was surprised, yet amused, a small smirk tugging it's way on his lips. "Yes, my Queen." With no hesitation, she kissed him. 🍷The end.💋 Yes, I purposely used Vivienne's name and a few references from The Cruel Prince.

My gown brushed the ground of the hothouse as I walked through the rows. The perfume of a thousand flowers and plants almost overwhelmed me, but it was the only place I could hide. from my confusion, from my feelings, and from him. Or so I thought. As I turned a corner I saw him standing before me. He looked up, his silver hair falling over his black eyes, his young face changing from indifferent to surprise. I fought the urge to run, from him or towards him, I almost didn't care. "Sorry," I said, not meaning it. He was the one intruding. I turned to leave. "Stay." I heard him say behind me. A second later adding a shocking, "Please." I slowly pivoted on my toes. "Why?" I demanded. "Because, I want you to." He said. His voice was steady. Like this was a perfectly normal request. "You never want me to stay." I reminded him. "You loathe my mere presence." "Maybe I..." He began, paused, then continued. "Maybe I don't loathe it so much anymore." I scoffed, speechless at what I was hearing. I didn't want to hear anything that fed my pathetic desires, so I tried to leave but he spoke again. "However, I see you still hate me." I stopped, closed my eyes. No, I said to myself. I will not do this. I do not want this. I do not want him! I faced him, and as I spoke I kept getting closer. "Yes, I hate you. I hate even looking at you. Because It reminds me that I was sold, like property, like a mere object! To you! I hate when I have to smile like I'm your perfect bride. I hate when the court talks about me behind my back, because of you! I hate when you look away from me like I am nothing! I hate your charming looks. I hate that every girl falls all over herself for you, and how you smile and flirt with every one of them. And I hate that despite it all, I still want you!" I was barely a foot from him now, staring up into his dark eyes. His expression had not changed the entire time I was talking. He was looking at me, unblinking. All I could hear was my heart pounding. He gently raised his hand and cupped my chin. Next thing I know his lips are pressed hard against mine. who kissed who first, I didn't care. I only cared that he was holding me. That his arm was around my waist, his fingers were in my hair. I did want this, I did want him. He wanted me. And that terrified me. I pulled back, breathing hard. I was suffocating. "I'm sorry," I said, gasping. "I'm sorry. I..." I fled, tears stinging my eyes. He called my name and as I ignored him, my heart ached for the ability to hate him better.

"I don't understand." My hand shook from strain. His hand grasped my wrist, pinning it to the floor. His legs set on either side of my hips as he held my other hand also against the floor. My shaking hand still gripped the silver dagger, blade still clean. He looked almost amused at me. "Really?" I shook my head. "You always know what I'm doing. Even when I don't tell anyone my plans. You still know!" I growled, pushing harder against his hold. I lifted his hand up before he used his weight to push my armed hand back to the ground. "That's because I know you, your majesty." He told me simply as my breath quickened. "Don't mock me." I tried to snap, but my hand relaxed, dropping my dagger. He'd won, utterly and completely. I'd known I couldn't kill him unless I took him by surprise. But that didn't happen. "Just end it...I'm tired." I closed my eyes, using the last of my strength to keep the water from seeping down my cheeks. I'm sorry mother, I'm not clever enough. I'm not strong enough. The feeling of something soft pressing to my lips made my eyes snap open. His mouth on mine, moving in an unfamiliar rhythm I was too stunned to follow, or pull away from. My chest expanded in a gasp, but I breathed in my nose, tears barely contained with a strangled noise. He smirked when he pulled away. "Really? Cause I'm just getting started, Queenie."

He came closer and said "There is no good or bad; no wrong or right. there is only the winner. And you keep telling yourself you're fighting for the right thing but we both know you just wanna win as much as i do. That is the only thing you care. Everybody else and even you can believe you are good but i see you and i'm not gonna offer you this again. Come with me and maybe i will learn sharing but you know i will never learn mercy. Which side do you chose?" And i said "You're never gonna win me." knowing he already did. I saw a tiny fraction of emotion in his eyes and they turned into a wild ambition and agony then vanished away with a cocky smile. He smiled cuz he knew we were both lost by cynical fate and the shattered pieces of our souls which barely remained in us.

You understood the assignment, and passed with flying colors thank you🥲

i miss Jurdan, thank you for this playlist!💞

I pulled in vain at the iron shackles around my wrists, as my boiling anger quickly melted into fear. He was walking towards me, a slow and cocky pace. He knew the exact affect he held over people, and as much as I wished I was not unlike them. Even as the new queen of Bryara, I had not a sliver of the power he had. It was King Lucian of Cypraria, a ruthless pursuer of a crown, whether it belonged to him or not. It was rumored that he had assassinated his three older brothers in an effort to take the role of king, but his father put his daughter in power, and exiled Lucian. Unfortunately for Cypraria, Lucian had quite a large following, including most members of the army, who helped overthrow his father and sister. Now he aimed to take over the kingdom to the north of his own, Bryara. A week ago, I had refused to believe that Lucian had grown to be so cruel, as the stories described nothing of what I knew growing up with him. Once my childhood friend, Lucian returned to Bryara after a decade, leaving a mutilated path of death and destruction as he made his way through each of the surrounding villages to my castle. In an effort to reason with him, I traveled to where news had come of his journey. Instead of the peace I aimed to accomplish, I was taken as a prisoner, brought to my own dungeon until my fate was to be decided. I was a fool, convinced Lucian was still the boy I used to know. The boy I dared to kiss me, then ran when he tried. The boy who held me when I injured my arm until help arrived. The boy who cried into my shoulder when his mother passed. "Good evening, Aurora," he smirked, the light from the hall lighting his face with dancing orange flames. "Oh dear... it seems you are unable to get up and properly greet me... I suppose I will let this one slide. Although I truly thought you knew better, given you always did better in those etiquette classes than I did. Regardless, that is not why I am here, or why are you are here for that matter-" "Please," I scoffed, cutting off his monologue, "we both know the reason I'm here. You're a greedy fucker who never learned respect. Only power, much to the thanks of your father-" This time it was he who cut me off, when his hand suddenly grasped my throat with as much lust as anger. "Harder," I whispered, "I dare you."

The cruel prince had so much more potential. change my mind.

I love how the songs are picked and ordered almost like a soundtrack to a storyline, especially with a the shift the last song has compared to the others

I’ve listened to sooooo many playlists on KZfaq and honestly, this has to be one of the best ones I’ve ever heard.

I loved my job. Being a bounty hunter is just too exiting and fun, and once you try it it's hard to let go. I'd know, I tried. I couldn't bare to live without those adventures and secrets. After a short game of catch I'd even get rewarded with much more than just the pleasure of winning. I was known as the woman from the shadows, which was shortened to the shadow not long after those rich criminals found out about me. They knew my name, but only a few got to see my face. I started getting more offers and the money...the numbers were growing along with my 'business'. I was made for this job, for this life. But it gets lonely. The night starts, I trick the subject, and get my paycheck. Then I get home to an empty apartment and write some new useful information I learned through the last case. And then I just repeat it. Of course every chase was different from the other, but I couldn't constantly be catching people. I would feel the excitement while working on a case and then get home to the same old shit. That was until I met him. I've just gotten an offer to get Sebastian Schmid, some german guy, to my client, alive. He was meeting with some polish guy at a party. A masque ball. Everyone would be wearing fancy dresses and expensive tuxes, so I had to fit in. I got the dress and the mask and I was ready to go. When the ball started I spotted the subject. He was talking to some girl in a short red dress, that was the complete opposite of his wife. I put my glass down on the next table and started walking to him, but before I could come close someone grabbed me by my waist, took my hand and led me to the dance floor. The tall man just started dancing with me like we came here together. I couldn't pull away and make a scene since everything could ruin my mission. I was in a room full of criminals and even the smallest thing could start a fight or blow my cover. "Usually people ask for permission before dancing with someone.", I said but continued dancing as if everything was alright. "Usually people pull away and call me a jerk instead of keep dancing." As he said that he looked towards my target. And then I recognized him. One of my clients said how this man had his case but because he couldn't do it he came to me. The man I was dancing with was another bounty hunter. I spun around so that his back was turned to Schmid. "He is mine, back off.", I picked my chin up to look at him. "How did you know I swing both ways? But don't worry princess, Seb isn't really my type. A bit too musty and old.", he joked and looked back at me. "I'm being serious, back off because I'll get him no matter what stands in my way." "Oh, but it wouldn't be as fun to just kill him, would it?" We continued dancing, both of us trying to lead so that we could follow the target. Schmid was still talking to the much younger woman, probably trying to gain his next victim's trust. He was a well know rapist and dealer. His wife actually send me after him along with his son. It was never big of a secret that he would cheat on his wife constantly and now with her son's help she was finally ready for the next step. I wasn't sure but they wanted to do to him but I remember his wife saying how death would be to easy for him. This kind of cases made me really happy, the motivation to catch them grew even more. The song eventually ended and I let go of the man. "Let the game begin.", he said and both of us disappeared around the room.

my ears literally fell in love with the effects of the first song. GLORIOUS

"Already tired ?" he taunted as her short, shallow breaths reached his ears. They were both armed, one wrong move and only one shall live. "Why do you hate me so much?" she asked, her voice harsh as steel but her eyes narrated another story. "I could ask you the same?" A few steps separated them, the visible distance was extremely minute yet the one within their hearts was beyond any measurement. "As much as it pains me to accept this, we both are aware of the fact that what I feel for you is anything but hatred." "Stop doing that," he said. "Doing what?" she challenged back. "You know what" he answered, his eyes trailing over her frame and resting on the wound on the collarbone he had given her not too long ago. "Maybe I do" she accepted, "but I want to hear you say it" "Stop acting as if I matter to you" "Why? Do I make you lose focus?" "You make me lose my sanity." They kept moving in circles, anticipating an unexpected attack from the other yet the conversation was definitely not casual, if either was to die, they'd die with answers. It was an unspoken agreement between the two, who were once lovers but now stood as rivals. Neither confessed, yet they were lovers, yes. Sometimes, what words fail to convey, actions, intentions, and gestures testify. "Why do you think are we really fighting?" she asked. His lips formed a smirk and tears threatened to fall, his appearance had always been deceiving but not to her. Not to her. "Because you want my head on that pretty sword of yours," he replied, nonetheless in a brutal tone. "And why would I want that?" she questioned, her face neutral yet brows uniting on confusion. Another deceptive being. "Because you long for approval from your subjects." She let out a scoff at that remark, "subjects? would yours mourn if they lost their king?" "May I at least assume that yours would, that the thought of losing the Queen clenches their hearts?" he asked, his voice saddening with every word. They were both too tired to keep their covers, yet they were letting those go only gradually. "Do you realize we are alone in here?" she asked, her sight never leaving his frame. "Yeah, I gathered as much." He let out a slow chuckle. "You want all of me for yourself, isn't it? he continued. "Only you could read my mind." She said and dropped her sword, away from her reach. "What are you-" "Take me to your ministers, or reward my bravery with immediate death. Do as you, please. I won't lift a finger against you, you have my word." She slowly leaned against the wall, lowering to the ground. He let go of his weapon in one swift go, joining her, mimicking her posture. "Chipmunk?" his hand traced her face with exaggerated delicacy as if his mere touch would break her. In a fraction of a second, her arms drew around his neck, and she sobbed, on his shoulder. "I can't do this anymore," she wept. "But you must." "No." "But-" he now rocked her back and forth. "What did we do to end up this way?" "Do you still love me the way I do?" "Without a question," she replied without hesitation. A new determination grew in him, "Then rise my queen." "Huh?" she rubbed her eyes in pure innocence and stood up holding his hand. "Take a hold of your sword." "I won't" "Please?" "I don't want to-" "We won't" She did as he said, he held his sword in one hand and firmly gripped hers with another. "We've been bleeding for the sake of our kingdoms when we know they won't even cry for our sake," he said stating the obvious. "Now, it's us against the world," she said his thoughts out loud. "Only if you could know how much I love you." His bloodshot eyes finally gave up and the watery liquid trailed down his chiseled cheeks. "I know," she said kissing his beautiful hazel eyes that she had always adored. Soon the king sat on his throne, and the queen seated with him as the 'subjects' bowed and pledged their loyalty to the rulers because the two had said, "The kingdoms shall be united. One, who objects shall be delivered the ugliest form of death," and as the saying goes, 'do not ever doubt the strength of the swords of the king and queen for they may, together slaughter the devil and he shall only beg to make it quick.' (p.s. How I wish to publish some of my works someday on platforms other than social media... :)

The door opens, in he walks, his bride to be stands closer than is actually needed. My eyes darken, I know what I came here for, it’s the same reason I am currently still here. At least that’s what I tell myself. The room fills with chatter, unfortunately I am unable to pinpoint who is saying what. That is until a high pitch voice practically screeches her want “come, join me in the ballroom floor” she places her hand on the soon to be kings forearm. I see red; though on the outside I look rather composed. It’s a skill I have acquired over the years I’ve had in my line of work. Watching him roll his eyes, pleases me in some forbidden way. I shake my head and those thoughts follow. Around an hour later she seems worn out, a thought crosses my mind ‘he did that on purpose’. I stop myself from smiling as I realise their relation is purely business, no love involved... at least not on his part. Before I am completely immersed in my thoughts I feel a certain pair of golden eyes staring my way, heat ignites around my entire being. Again I stay composed, I must get the job done tonight. I can’t have the ones I care for be put in danger for a Prince that will never want my love, or at least he won’t reciprocate the feelings I know I am capable of giving. Somehow throughout the night I find myself staggering down a dimly light hall. I already know where I’m heading though, I had this place mapped out before I announce my presence. The Prince had disappeared a moment ago, once I find him I can get the job done and finally leave this place. A grip on my arm forces me into a pitch black room. A gush of wind blows past and before I can register what is happening the heavy material of the curtain is pulled open. There he stands. We have been in close proximity before, however that was without the enchanting light form the moon, it casts a great glow across his face. Doing wonders to his already irresistible looks. He smirks, already aware of my thoughts. The moment, the trance he had me in broke. “May I ask what it is you want?” He taunts. Perplexed I stand still for a few moments, he takes that as his opportunity to stride forwards. He takes my jaw in his cold finger tips, tilting my head back until my eyes reach his own. This wasn’t part of the plan. “Plans change” I curse that he can read me like a book. I’d only I could remain emotionless when it came to him. I wrap my left hand under my dress, pulling out the dagger seems to catch him off guard. I have the upper hand. “I didn’t want to hurt you” I breathe out a jagged breath “but I must” I swing my arm in the air, the blade in my hand glides across his jaw. He stumbles backwards due to the impact. He hisses in pain. Grinding his teeth together he stalks forward... and he is far from pleased. “You don’t have to do this” he states as though it was as simple as that. “I do” he shakes his head, clearly in denial “No you don’t, you have nothing to prove!” That enraged me, my chest heaves up as I take a large amount of oxygen. “I have everything to prove” he’s in close enough range for me to take another swing, a final blow and he will seize to exist. Yet my obsidian blade stays firm in my grasp. We stand still, I can’t let him win; but I’m not doing much to stop him. Something I know for sure is that one must die tonight.

✨POV for the 8th song- Wicked game. ✨ I looked up to meet his eyes, when I saw him staring back at me. Him standing opposite to me, not somewhere he should have been. He was my enemy and I had forgotten that. Once again, we were facing each other like enemies. Last night I was in the same man’s arms crying my heart out. I let him in. It broke me to see him standing there with his cruel eyes. I gulped as I saw the older version of him step forward from his side. “Sign the papers. We’d be happy enough to provide you with shelter and you’d be ours to handle.” I was the only inheritor of my mother’s assets and wealth and I was never weak. I looked at the old man and then back at his son who was standing with his hands in his pockets. He stood their tall and proud. I knew him enough to guess he was testing me, assessing me. He was the same person who had kissed me deep, told me he loved how strong I was. I was reminded of his words. “Even if I am your opponent, you’d never give in. Stand your ground. Even if You are to die, I’d die with you.” I smiled and I noticed that twitch in his lips. “Never. I accept the trial. I’d rather stand my ground and die.” I looked up proudly and I saw his lips turn upwards before he braced himself again as his father glared at me. “I have never seen someone as careless as you. Don’t cause me the trouble girl, sign the papers. Please. It’s rightfully our family’s heritage.” The old man frowned and then sighed. He was being weak or forgiving. “There is one solution.” I said as I braced myself completely. “What is it?” The old man pressed his temple. “I want to marry your son.” I said crossing my arms over my chest. “I want him, we both get what we need. He gets the land and I get him.” The man stared at me with shock and just then I turned my eyes to my man. He miserably failed to suppress his smile. His father glared at us. The gun-mans cleared their throats. “Son, are you acquaintance with this lady?” He frowned, half surprised, half furious. “Much worse. I love her.” He said looking back at his father. My heart skipped a beat. He loved me? He loved me. I smiled to myself and my eyes teared up and I gulped my tears down. “What’s there to ask for then. It’s a deal.” His father sighed and smiled. What an easy going man for his authorised position and a ruthless image. They left the office, one by one. Leaving just us two behind. Me and him. Him and I. He and his. “Come here.” He said, still in his position. I walked closer and he pulled his hands out and as I stood just a mere step away from him, he looked down at me. “You want me.” He smirked. “I hate when people look down on me, but for the first time I want to be owned and used. And only by you.” “I can’t help it. I want you more than you know, I need you worse than you think. And I love you more than I should.” I said and I leaned closer. His hands wrapping themselves around my waist and in the next second my lips were on his. “I love you.” He said and I smiled amidst the kiss. “To the moon and back, venom.” I answered and his chest vibrated under my hands.

I looked at the thumbnail and was like wow that looks like THAT scene with Jude and Carden (you know the one LOL) I'm probably imagining it. Fast forward to me clicking on it and discovering this actually is a Jurden playlist x x. FYI this playlist is sooo good omfggggg

I sat there, with my legs crossed. Across the table was him, copying my posture. His eyes seeping into mine as he leaned back in his chair. The golden lights of the bar didn’t conceal the dark aura that surrounded him. I didn’t move, breathing calmly. I’d never let him have the upper hand. A smirk slowly raised on his face. His muscles flexed under the black shirt he wore. His rolled sleeves revealed his veins as he flexed his arms forward. Uncrossing his legs, he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. He sighed. “Well, one last peace treaty I have to offer. Since I am sick of seeing this face of yours already. I will pay you a million dollars, and bear all the expenses for you to move to any country you wish. All you have to do is leave. This is the last chance. If you don’t take it, you are mine to torture and to eat up alive.” His words pierced my skin. He hated me so much, his eyes replicated those of a demon. After making me suffer for years, he wasn’t satisfied. He wasn’t to blame, after-all I had the power of getting on his nerves. I did it on purpose and I did it the best. I was sure of one thing, it was only me who could get under his skin and No matter what price someone paid, I’d never stop that. I smiled and it turned into a grin. “You love me so much huh? You‘d do anything for me baby. Thankyou but No, I’d never go anywhere. Especially not until you come on those knees of yours…” I paused as I gestured with my chin towards the ground. “And beg me to.” I could see that jaw tighten. “I give you three seconds. Yes or No.” He said through gritted teeth. The coldness filling the room. “One.” My heart almost jumped out in my chest. No, I’d not change my mind. “Two.” Maybe I should change my mind. The flashbacks of everything he has done to me, the affect he has on me, slightly making me doubt my decision. “Three.” It was the quickest three second countdown in the history. I couldn’t even respond that he got up from his chair. He grabbed his coat and circled the table. “Get up right now.” He commanded and I didn’t. He laughed as he caught my wrist and in a single pull I was up. A gasp leaving from the ache travelling my hand. “I will make you regret it. And now, you are all mine to… do anything I want with you. You signed up for it and now you will pay.” He pulled me along with him. I looked back at the table, My gun. I closed my eyes as I cursed under my breath. But I was ready to clap back, like always. I pulled my hand from his grasp as I followed him, matching his pace. As soon as we got inside the elevator, he pinned me against the wall. “Are you afraid?” He smirked and I was. My heart thundered in my chest. “No.” I stood my ground as I pushed him away from me and then inched closer. “Admit it big guy, You hate it that it’s me you want.” “I admit it girly, I hate you. And if I’d ever wanted you, you would have been mine. Irony, you ARE mine now.” He stared me in the eyes and I noticed his smile drop and eyes down to my lips. “I am not yours yet. You have to make me yours and that day would never come because I hate you.” I told him the same thing I told him every other time. “Atleast we agree on one thing. We Hate each other. But there is another thing we’d agree on, and that is how much I want to kiss you.” He said it with a hint of amusement and it left me surprised. My heart skipped another beat and before I could retort back. His lips locked on mine and I instantly shut my eyes. Fuck! The softness as I always imagined it to be. My heart raced in my chest as his lips mingled with mine. So soft yet so fiery as they pressed into mine. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he pulled my waist inwards. I looked up breaking the kiss. “I hate it as much as I hate you.” I hated that I wanted more of his ministrations on my body. FUCK. “I bet you are dripping for me right now.” He smirked as he pulled away. Little did I notice how his jaw had tightened and that smile disappeared as he faced the elevator door like nothing happened. My insides churned and my heart beating inside my chest. It was the first of many firsts that were going to take place. I looked down at my heels. I bit my lip. His scent was still in my system. “Where are we going?” I asked him. “Hell.” He said. “Were is hell?” I looked at him. “Hell is everywhere we go hating each other.”

I need to breathe. Why can't I breathe? I stumbled out of the building, lungs desperate for air. Even then, it was thick as water as I planted my hands against the wall. I needed to be alone. I needed time to - "Having fun, my friend?" Aiden approached on the far side of me, ten or so feet away. I didn't have to look up to recognize the cocky grin attempting to be comforting. God, can't he get the hint? "Not now," I gasped. "I can't manage it right now." "And you think I can?" he scoffed. "You and I both made a difficult decision in there. It's nothing easy." "That's not-" I bit my tongue. "Aiden, just let me be. Before I do something I'll regret." The dark-haired boy laughed darkly and leaned against the wall, six feet away. My stomach churned and my head felt thick with frustration. What did he think this was? "And what might that be, my friend?" I took a step away from him. Eight feet away. "I made a mistake," I growled, "and I'm paying the price. It's easier for me to pay alone," I said pointedly. He didn't care and took another step forward. Four feet away. "And what price is that?" "I'm serious, Aiden." I drew my dagger and turned to face him as I took another step back. Six feet away. "Back off." Too much. There was too much information to process, but I tried to focus. His smile was familiar but maniacal as he scoffed at my weapon. His eyes glowed a faint green with a tint of red. This was a side I couldn't decide if I loved or hated. He took another step forward. Two feet. Too close. The air turned to water, and I fought to swallow it. I couldn't afford to drown, not with him so close. Aiden's eyes narrowed and his smile faintly dipped questioningly as I gasped for air. I tried to take another step back, but a firm hand on my shoulder refused to let me go. "Aiden," I gasped, "let me go." He tilted his head as if he didn't understand what I said. "A-Aiden," I tried again, the air refusing to sustain me. "Let me g-go." His brows furrowed in an odd look of realization. "You're not scared of me," he assessed slowly, "are you?" I wanted to laugh. Why would I be afraid of him? Sure, he's feral, but I know I can trust him. More than that, if he ever got out of hand, I knew I could break him down enough to manage. Perhaps it's a good thing I couldn't breathe. Suddenly, his arms were around me and my head was against his shoulder. I stiffened and what precious little air I managed to trap escaped as his right arm constricted my waist and his left snaked up my shoulder and back to cradle my head. "Listen very carefully." His voice seemed focused. Even concerned... "You're having a panic attack. You need to breathe." "Wh-why do y-you th-think I c-ame out h-here?" I managed weakly. I fought for breath, but it was becoming too much. I was too weak. Too tired. "Glyn," he tried, "I need you to focus for me, alright? Listen to my voice and breathe in time. Are you ready?" He started to count off, and I tried to keep time. In. Two. Three. Four. Five. Hold. Seven. Eight. Out. Two. Three. Four. In. Six. Seven. Eight. Gradually, my vision and senses returned, and my mind was back in pace. But I was exhausted and my eyes closed. I was vaguely aware that Aiden had taken us to the ground, and that he was still holding me close, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I should have pushed him away and run. I should have yelled at him for following me outside and trying to freak me out with his little test. But I couldn't. I just shifted to a better position and placed a hand on his face and ran my fingers down his jaw and neck only to stop over his chest. "Thank you," I whispered. He cleared his throat, somewhat embarrassed. Well, if I don't have the strength to make him back off, making him blush was the next best thing.

This is a pure fire. I can see it as a soundtrack of a series or movie adaptation. Emotions from this playlist are falling over me like unexpected rain. Good job!

This playlist has Catwoman and Batman's relationship written all over it. I'm here for it, honestly. 🥂

I'll never get over this trilogy AND JURDAN

Love these dark playlists. Makes me finally feel something.

"You'll be here forever." she said, looking down at his limp form as he lay at her feet. All the warmth and sweetness were gone from her beautiful golden eyes, replaced by frosty darkness. He could barely believe she was still his beautiful demon queen. She turned to leave, her black hair swirling around her shoulders. "Wait!" he cried out, desperately lunging to grab hold of her gown before she could leave him for good. "Aza, please." She stopped, but kept her back to him. "That's not my title." she hissed. He gritted his teeth. "My Queen." She turned back to face him, pulling her skirts from his grasp. "What do you want?" He could feel his arms shaking as he dragged himself into a sitting position. "I need to know..." he took a deep breath. "Was it all just a game to you? Everything we had? Did you always plan to leave me shattered like this, even from the very beginning?" She looked away from him. "You know as well as I do why I did this. If your father hadn't attacked my kingdom, none of this would have been necessary." "You ruined me." he spat. She took a step towards him, her eyes full of pure venom. "You will never understand! You spoiled, bratty little princeling! Cradled in your castle walls, loved by all those in your kingdom, while my people suffered and starved at the hands of your king! What I did, I did for my people, and I will never regret it. I do not pretend to be the hero, but I refuse to be painted as a villain just because I'm ready to do anything to save my subjects." He glared back at her. "I hate you." Her face softened, and she sank onto the floor of his cell. "No you don't," she said quietly, "You love me. And I suppose that part is my fault." "You don't say." he replied with all the sarcasm he could muster. She smoothed the folds of her dress. "Trust me when I say that I truly didn't mean for it to end like this. I never thought you would fall for me this hard. I wish I could have given you the chance to love again." He snorted. "What makes you think I can't love another? What makes you think I still love you now?" "Very well then." she reached out and cupped his chin gently, tilting his face towards her. "I will give you a chance to prove that you feel nothing for me. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't love me. That you hate me. That you wish you could kill me. Those are all things you should feel, if you truly only see me as your enemy." Her beautiful eyes locked with his, and he struggled to get the words out, but all that he could think about was the way her cold claws rested against his cheek, or how her hair fell across her shoulders like silk, or the way the torchlight reflected off the red scales on her arms. She was a monster. She was a monster. "I... I don't..." She was a demon. He hated her. He loather her. "I don't..." She sighed and dropped her hand. "As I thought." she muttered, standing up to go. "You never loved me, did you." he said dully, leaning his weight against the cold stone wall. She turned away, striding out of his cell. "No. I never did. And I wish I could say I was truly sorry." She swung the heavy door shut, separating them with a row of metal bars. He gazed through them at her, needing to get one more look before she left for good. Ruby red skin, huge black wings, twisted horns, slit pupils. He should never have trusted her. He should never have let her into his heart. How could he have been such a fool? Everything about her showed him she was a demon. And yet somehow, he knew she would always be his angel.

AHHHH another folk of the air trilogy playlist so grateful that I was able to find this channel with an amazing uploader of taste in music and knows what music fits the category of the playlist hope that one day you get the hype you deserve 😄

"I'm sleeping with your sister." She said after the long silence. The castle was cast in darkness, both figuratively and literally, and the only things to provide light in the bedroom of the king and queen were candles and the dimming fireplace. The king finished his drink and set it down. "Well, that's oddly forward, don't you think?" "Didn't you choose me because of that?" She never looked back at him, only continuing to brush her hair. "Well, I'm sleeping with your brother. I suppose we know where we stand, darling." He stood up and made his way to the window in order to look out over the lake nearby. The only time this kingdom knew peace was at night. "I suppose so." She set down her gold hairbrush and looked back at her husband. "You're crazy, you know. Everybody knows it. The only one not to is our youngest and that's because she's a baby." He chuckled, then looked at the queen, slowly making his way over. "You've ordered how many villages be slaughtered? How many have you killed yourself?" "I wasn't saying that I'm better," the king held her face gently and tilted it up, "Just know that I will kill you of you ever harm my daughters. I haven't yet because they love their father." He smirked. "As long as you know that if you do anything to my daughters I will torture and kill you. You are still here because they love their mother." "What went wrong between us?" "Demons are incapable of love. Along the way, we became possessed, darling."

I just finished reading the folk of the air series and when I saw this thumbnail I immediately thought "Oh they look like Cardan and Jude" and they are! So glad this ship is getting love and attention Great playlist btw, enemies to lovers is my favorite trope!

Bro, I just went through the whole comments reading all the mini stories. I LOVE IT!!!

JESUS CHRIST THIS WAS THE BEST PLAYLIST I'VE EVER BEEN BLESSED WITH LISTENING TO???? And it's Folk of the Air so it's even better

This playlist is an adaptation of a wonderful story. Even though I'm unfamiliar with them and they're not entirely my liking, this playlist hits different. Good Job putting these together. I must say, you have an amazing taste in music. 🖤

I was the most feared assassin in all of Elgenlore... if not the entire world. People trembled even trying to write my name, Pheonix. The only person who wasn't scared of me was the dragon prince, Kaillan Ignation. That doesn't mean I feared him, no, I didn't know what fear meant, at least not until now. Not until the moment my bubble actually broke and I realized I could lose HIM, and only then did I realize what true fear was. In that moment memories flashed in front of me. The one that I grabbed onto was clearly the most vivid one, it was the night I met him. The night everything changed... Phoenix had only recently become a notable name in my "industry" when I was given the hit. Kill Kaillan Ignatio. He was immensely powerful, and I knew it, but I still accepted the mission. He was the literal dragon prince, the power of ancient flame dragons ran through his veins and everybody knew he was dangerous. But I was too naive back then and addicted to the adrenaline of the kill, so I took it. I accepted the suicide mission. And now that I look back... I wouldn't change a thing about it. The perfect opportunity popped up like fate itself wanted me to take this mission. A masquerade ball. I picked up the most lavish gown and mask I could find to grab his attention and I was on my way. Before killing him, my curiosity did make me do one thing, check if he truly had wings like they talked about in the tales they told about him. I arrived at the ball and heads spun immediately in my direction. Mostly creepy old ministers, soldiers, generals and commanders. I searched the crowd for him, if he truly had wings, he would be easy to spot. And then I saw him, no wings though. But still, the rest of him was still intimidating and... attractive. His hair was perfectly tousled and his bright red eyes stood out from the rest of the crowd. He wore a black suit with intricate golden details matching his mask. His shirt hugged his toned abs and a small tattoo of a rose peeked out from his collar. No wonder everyone was scared of him. That man screamed power. Not many people intimidated me, yet here he was, doing just that and that too was completely effortless. He was being followed by quite a few women, all dressed in their fanciest bright coloured and perfect skin. My back was covered in scars but I had been able to hide the worst ones with concealer but the small ones were still visible. Only then did I realize how hard this would be, he was surrounded by much more captivating women and here I was in a black gown, golden mask and with scars on my back. I walked out of the ball to the balcony, I needed air to think. When I got there I saw a beautiful rose bush and plucked one of the roses, cutting my finger in the process.I probably should have wiped the blood but after all this time, that much blood was a mere drop in an ocean for me. In fact, I don't think I even realized I had gotten cut. I was staring at the rose in my hands, leaning on the edge of the balcony with a single line of blood dripping down my arm. The blood was just like his eyes... God those blood red eyes! I only saw them a minute ago but they had been running around my head the entire time.

you, maam, are incredibly talented in picking out what song comes after what

"You're playing a wicked game." She uttered as he stood before her. His crystal blue eyes staring into her forest green eyes. She smirked at him as he tried to find some form of the girl she had once been. "And you just play it back. But that's here nor there. You want my Kingdom then you can have it for a price." He smirked right back as the shock washed over her. She blinked and shook her head. "I don't think you understand I want you dead. You hurt me so badly." She snarled out at him and watched as he took a small step back and she took one forward like a panther on the hunt. "I never wanted to fall in love with you. But I did and it led me down a dark path to where we are now." She said to him as she watched as he looked out the window. "I had no choice in marrying her you know. I had to do my duty for my Kingdom and marry. Sadly, she lost her life...." He trailed off at the end as he looked at the sky with stormy eyes and turned to her. "I never stopped loving you even when you took each village from my Kingdom. I always knew you were a storm and the wicked games we used to play as children then later as teens. Every night when I would go to bed, I would dream of you instead of my wife by my side. I know it wasn't fair to you nor her, but I never wanted to fall in love with you either, but I did and I paid for it and still am paying for it right this second. My Kingdom is also paying for this price of a love that I knew would either kill us both or one of us. So are you here to kill me or let me be by your side My Queen." He turned to her with those eyes she had fallen for so long ago with so much pain and love mixed together. She took a step forward and dropped her sword to the ground as she reached him pulling him into a kiss that he returned whole heartily. He backed her against the wall as the kiss deepen. She pulled away from his lips and looked up into his eyes. "I'll marry you and bring our two Kingdoms together so they might know peace under us both." She said against his lips with a smile. "After all I want to stop having a war with my own heart and with you. I can't help but love you even thought I wish I don't." She also said to him. And they were married bring their Kingdoms peace that lasted for many lifetimes. A War of Hearts and a Wicked game.

PLEASE MAKE MORE BOOK BASED PLAYLISTS IM IN LOVE

You are the newly crowned queen of your kingdom and you sit on your throne as the man that's supposed to be your worst enemy enters the throne room. The whole room falls silent as the king of the rival kingdom bows down to you. His golden crown glimmers as he gracefully bows and with a sly smile he hands out his hand to you. You stand there in shock. You think to yourself: " the man that wants to marry me for the sole purpose of gaining my kingdom wants to dance with me." "your majesty would you dance with me?" he says with urgency in his voice. This snaps you out of your thoughts and you take his hand. The crowd gasps as the music swells and the rulers of two rival kingdoms dance. He holds on to your waist, spinning you around as your dress glides across the ballroom. Soon other dancers start dancing. The king whispers : ' You know you're in danger right? ' 'What do you mean'' you whisper back in a nasty tone. "Your ministers have used you as puppet ruler and now are planning to assassinate you". "Ha! As if id believe that. You're as crazy as ever". "And you're as oblivious". "Did they tell you to have tea with them this evening yet" How did you- you're eyes grow wide as you gaze into his eyes. " Listen you've got to believe me when i say this - you've always thought that i wanted to marry you for your kingdom but that's simply not true" "Our kingdoms have tried capturing the other for decades now why should i believe you're any different." you say coldly. "because we are different from them." What- "I know you want peace between our kingdoms. And i want to say that i do too. " You look at him and realise how shallow minded you have been and how you've always hated the fact that some part of you always loved him. "are you telling the truth" you stare into his brown eyes. "i swear" "so if you didnt want to marry me for the kingdom why did you want to marry me?" "Im in love with you darling." he says with his that sly smile. The music ends and you had to leave his hand. Both of you bow as the dance ends and you whisper "I've always loved you" You kiss him.

Ya'll this is soooooo good!!! It is one of the most epic soundtracks that I've listened to and made me feel like I was finally a part of my own fantasy world.

MAAM WHY ARE YOU UNDERRATED

This is the first one, where i like every single song.... And if i wasn't exhausted - i'd write what i see when i hear these, so maybe next time haha. This is legit a book, in music, from start middle to end. Plot, climax, final battle and everything. I love it

This is some kind of magic. I started reading a book, and I wanted to listen to music that reminds them in an atmosphere. And here I see it. Definitely fate

Love everything you do

Might as well...ahem....also mention of blood/wounds. __________________ "Get it over with" Just like I imagined, swift, but painful. I could end him here. I could see that handsome face choke, and cry...see blood pour. I could do it, just as I have always imagined, always been told to. "Stop second guessing A'ahiina, you have no choice" "To think I'd have cold feet now huh Lieutenant?" "Be merciful Angel, I promise I won't haunt you" A sick attempt at making me smile. For a human he always had a way of possessing my emotions. I should hate him, just as my father did. We had been at war for years, his heart would be the final step to my oath of victory. His death will mean sacrifices were not made in vain. My knees meet wet ground, mother earth seeping warmth through cold mud. My knife sits at his neck still, he presses his neck closer to it. Blood begins prickling through lightly sliced skin. Bushes rustle off to the right, and I see his eyes move to where my ears twitch. His hand, calloused by weapons and smoothed by my skin. It lifts my chin, and our eyes meet...I see myself dancing in the sky of his eyes, we are happy. "Angel, they'll be here soon-" I cannot bring myself to murder someone I had grown to love. A love that had blossomed before and throughout a stupid war. Battles won and lost by out parents, battles we didn't intend to fight in. "Under the ever shining stars of Da'kei Kuho, and through the Vilani Seas..." We watch my blade fall and my hands follow the taut lines of his throat. I pull him closer, kissing his wounds, "I, A'ahiina Na'at Visani Mezai release my name and title" "Angel...don't do this for me, not this" "I release my title as the eldest daughter of Clan Mezai" "A'ahiina, please don't!" The desperation envelopes me, it does not merely trickle from his mouth. Our foreheads press together and the bushes stop rustling. They have heard him. "I release the privilege I have held, and the life I once lead" "Leader A'ahiina, what is the meaning of this?!" "With the mother's blessing beneath me, I relinquish my past and welcome my future..." I wipe his tears and drown out the screams of my once loyal army, "however long". Arms pull me away...well, try too. They lose their grip, and the mother's soil keeps me grounded, I have come too far. "I now accept my new title, a bride to humanity...may the mother now know me as..." We stand, still rooted in place by the soil beneath us. "A'ahiina Ma'at Vrasi Luna" _____________________________ AN: if you actually read this thanks! It's an excerpt of a book I've been writing as a hobby that I thought might fit yknow hopefully you liked it :) For context A'ahiina is an alien to the otherwise human Lieutenant...they meet in a bar that A'ahiina owns and become friends. Their friendship is tested and broken severely by their warring species, the Visani vs Humanity. :)) A'ahiina is native to the Visani home planet Da'Kei Kuho, and our lovely LT is native to Earth's moon AKA Luna. So I short, A'ahiina new name means; A'ahiina Ma'at Vrasi Luna (A'ahiina Connecter Child Of Visani, to Luna.)

🌚Timestamps🌝 0:01 Ego 1:52 You Made Me Do It 5:31 I'll Make You Love Me 8:57 Dancing With The Devil 12:54 Crazy 17:22 Toxic 21:11 Midnight Oil 25:12 Wicked Game 29:39 War of Hearts 33:20 Can't Help falling in Love (light version)

This is one of my favorite playlist 🔥🔥🔥🔥 It's just so freaking great 💖💖💖💖

Just to let y'all know tht Demi Lovato's song refers to her relapses of being an addict. The drinks, the little white lines. (coke) etc. (yall gotta watch the vid it's sad but also inspiring) But I mean I can see how it also fit into this playlist

"He was a flame He was a light in my life A life so dark and so cold I may be burning But I would do everything I can To hold on to that warmth"

KZfaq randomly selected your playlist. And I was like on the 9th song when I came to save it. Then read the description! When I tell you THE ENTIRE TIME I was thinking of the Jude and Cardan.❤ thank you !

THANK YOU SO MUCH, LOVED IT, I ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT WAR OF HEARTHS IS THE PERFECT SONG FOR JURDAN

POV: you wrote this comment before but you can’t find it so I wrote it again. “You really thought that you could kill the queen herself. Seems like you are an uneducated twat since you don’t know that Queens don’t die.” She swiftly kicked him which pushed him backwards, leading him to hit the marble pillar behind him. She grabbed her dagger from her thigh and smirked, “try again, if that is you survive me now.” She launched for him and pinned him against the pillar until even the smooth texture of the marble felt like thorns. “Vasilissa, don’t do it. You love me, don’t you?” He hesitantly spoke. She threw her head back and laughed out loud. “Even you aren’t sure, what do you think you dimwit?” He knew that she wasn’t lying but he also knew that she never loved him. Not once did she look into his eyes with the pure feeling of love. His anger rose. “You don’t. Well, that is truly sad for you, your highness.” Vasilissa looked at him as if he was crazy. He pushed her with his brass knuckles. She fell backwards head first against the pillar. She was bleeding but she didn’t care. She was thirsty for blood of her enemies, especially his. He tried to grab her hand but she blocked his attack and grabbed his neck. She choked him and pressed her dagger against his mouth. “If you speak, it’s your death.” She smirked, thinking she has won but she didn’t know what the future had laid for her on the path of gold. He kicked her calf bone and twisted her hand which held her precious dagger. He pushed her towards the ground and used his body to press against hers so that she couldn’t move. She could feel his body against his and he could feel hers. They both felt something. Something they couldn’t exactly describe. He pressed his body even more against hers and her face boiled up, not in embarrassment, but in anger for feeling such way. Just then, without wasting any time, he pressed the dagger so close to her neck, she started bleeding from there too. “Your Highness, as an assassin, I shall never let my prey overtake me. Unfortunately, you became my prey since you were so eager to take your revenge. I suggest you to back off. You are still young, enjoy it. Don’t let a petty assassin take your life.” He let her go. She was dizzy, of course, with the speed she was bleeding, it wasn’t long she needed a very long rest. A rest that lasts forever. “Guards! The queen is bleeding! Save her!” He shouted loud enough that kingdoms from miles away could hear him clearly. “You monster!” She tried to reach for him but she only reached the floor. “Good day, your highness.” And then he ran off. All she can remember is the pain of stitches and loud weeps of her servants and her family. But all she can feel was anger and desire. …Desire

Wicked Game, War if hearts and I can’t help falling in love with you hit different and helped me finish a scene I was writing sooo thank you

this is so good omg

I'm so in love with this saga, everything is so so great and this ship is exactly why I read it on a whim.

I don’t know how I ended up here but I’m not complaining

Omg the first and the second song already told me than this playlist is going to be fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Writer here. This is gold! Keep them coming.

I LOVE IT

The first song is sooo wonderful

I needed this in my life

Can I just say this is the best playlist I've ever listened to

just saw Lee Soo Hyuk body and understood that i NEED this playlist ^^

Amazing playlist

this is what I signed up for

LOVE YOU SOO MUCH

Read the cruel prince to this playlist on repeat, magnificent.

Beautiful♡

"What the fuck" , i said when my biggest enemy pushed me against the wall. " Afraid little princess ", he said and and shiver ran through my vein. "Afraid from you?? Huh? In your dream. Now leave me and go to hell", i said and he smirk like he'd heard something else. "Well, little princess, you are my personal hell and God help me i don't wanna leave", he said and i shiver. "Fuck you", is the word that came out of my mouth before i could say anything. He smile and said something that leave me shocked, he said, "That's what i wanna do since the day i saw, now finally you are desperate to that". He smirked. And i was lost for words. Before i could do something he left me and before leaving the room he said, " You know what princess, i hate so much that i can't even think about anything, I'm always lost just because of 'YOU'. one day you'll beg me to fuck you" ...... Tick tick tick And he left and I'm lost

The short stories or POV here are better then the story that I find in Wattpad Amazing job writers!

These song choices were absolutely perfect for Jurdan. I am so hopefully they will one day make a show out of this series and you should totally be the music director.

this is sooo good🤩🤩🤩

Génial! Sorry I'm french, but I Love your playlist. It's perfect when I wrigt my story😁

wicked game ( scenario) : It was raining realy hard at the end of the day you were both full of blood and wet , after working and trying hard to finally achieve what you both wanted so the weather didn't matter neither does your states. He was breathing heavily but smiled proudly , he never usualy smile he was always distant with the others member but he was more close and open with you . You were awefully tired but you did it, he turned to look at you with that smile on his face : - We did it ….. We finally ….did it The tears began to fall on your cheeks as your throat tightned , your voice broke while you ponounced thoses words , the words that completely changed his mood and the moment : - You don't remember ? The confusion appeared on his face - Remember what ?.... - It's been 3years…..

The pic of gwi lol i see you have impeccable taste 👑

It is often said that I am a monster, that my terrible deeds are something only the soulless can plot. Often I hear tales of how I alone am the bane of good, how I am evil incarnate. Such a thing is hilarious, I am not evil. I am not even cruel to my servants, nor to my wife. Sure, you can imagine that when they say "The Dark Lord" they conjure up whatever helps their small minds. Whatever makes the common folk feel better about their own cruelties, about their own sins. What most fail to learn however is that there is no "Dark Lord". There is only Morigana and my beautiful wife Anabeth, and of the two of us I believe her to be cruel. Afterall, any nefarious scheme I come up with is for her, her wants and her desires. Even when she was a blushing maiden and me the temptress, I could see it. All fire in her green eyes, brimstone locked behind emerald prisons. Ha, had someone told me id share my kingdom of conquest with a woman who looked like she wouldn't hurt a fly; why I think I would have put them in a dungeon and threw away the key. Yet, Anabeth was much more creative. I didn't have to force her to commit atrocities in my name. I didn't force her to murder her own father and pin the blame on her husband. I certainly didn't force her when she licked the blood from my lips, nor when she promised me her own kingdom. No, if anyone is a monster it is my dear sweet Anabeth. The woman who owns my soul, who once seemed to be an entity of good in a world that hated women. That belittled us, treated us like cattle. The only monster is the one I unleashed when I handed her my kingdom and my heart. I digress however, I am no monster dear reader. Just a woman in an unfair world who will do anything for my wife, afterall who can blame me. I love my wife....

Beautiful

oh boy i had no idea nothing but thieves had this cover, i’m shaking

She once was a bright, star who showed off her glowing aura to her love who never came because her love is a cold killer and is really known as the Mafia king. One day she is walking on the streets alone not noticing her lover was behind her watching her every move and every action he smirks and quietly approaches from behind and knocks her out. She woke up in a plain basement with a wooden walk-in closet and queen-sized bed but she was tied to a chair and looked around frantically and cursing mentally but froze as soon as she heard him chuckle and looked in his direction worried but mostly scared the newcomer. She glares at her kidnapper and he smirks and chuckles coldly "So cold to me my queen." I freeze and look up meeting his cold green eyes and gulp "I'm not your anything" I recoil from his touch. He chuckles and crosses his arms "Still stubborn" She glares at him and he unties her from the chair. She slaps him on the cheek "Don't ever touch me" He growls and leans in "Selena behave or else" she froze "How do you know my name?" He smirks "Im your king and your my queen forever"

She stepped into his private office. This man, she had told herself, was the enemy of her people. Proud, corrupt, arrogant, snide, lecherous, creepy. But the council that was supposed to lead her people, men and women she had trusted, had turned out to be even worse. Weak, incompetent fools. And the man before her, despite-no, she had to be honest, at least to herself, because of-his arrogant creepiness.....was...attractive. It wasn't just wealth and power. She could have found that amongst her own. It was his boldness, his predatory flair, his dash, his vision. “It's good to see you again,” he said, and his words rang true, but his eyes still glittered with predatory greed. “Yes....it's good to see you too,” she admitted, almost through clenched teeth. But not quite. He could see the conflict in her face. “Is this not a good time?” he asked. He was pragmatic if nothing else; she knew he would wait for her. He could afford to wait. And if she decided not to be with him, he could have another. That was what decided her, in the end. He could live without her. Not happily, but he could. If he must. But for the sake of her own people, she could not live without him. Nor, she knew, could she live without him for her own sake. “There is no good time,” she answered. “But there won't be a better one, either.” He nodded his understanding. He made to stand, and take her hands in his. But she anticipated this. “Please, sit.” He blinked in surprise. And she was pleased by this, but also saddened. She was going to become what he wanted her to be, something she herself hated. The sort of woman her parents had warned her against, the sort she had hated growing up, with their painted faces and vapid smiles. A whore, both for pleasure and power. But in truth, part of her, a dormant sleeping part, had always been that way. He had awakened it, and now that part of her was rattling the cages of her subconscious, screaming let me out. And she would. She sat in his lap, much to his bemusement. Then, partly in truth and partly in artifice, she began to softly weep. “I missed you,” she admitted. “I hate you....and I missed you.” His surprise was brief then turned into triumphant smugness. But before he could say anything cutting or gloating, she kissed him passionately. His hands trailed down to her rear and squeezed greedily. He would exploit her, use her, turn her into a resource at his disposal. And she knew it. She opened the door of her subconscious and set the Whore free. She was no longer a lady. She was his. “Yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes....”

I was running, running from him. I can't believe he killed a man just like that, like it didn't mean anything. The chilling cold air of the night feels like cutting through my clothes. I can't help but look back over my shoulder. He was not behind me; he never was, but I know he was here somewhere looking at me from the shadows like he always does. I stop in a dark alley as I rest my hand on the wall, trying to catch my breath. I feel him before he can touch me or even speak out loud. I feel his dark eyes on me. "Why did you run from me?" His voice sounds so smooth and calming. "You killed him. You could have just tied him up and gotten some help, but you had to kill him.'' I almost yelled. I hate him, but I can't help but also love him. ''He touched you.'' His voice echoed in the dark alley. He turned me to face him and slammed my body against the wall gently. One of his hands was behind my back so as not to hurt me. ''He touches what is mine.'' He growled, despising everything that he did. His possessiveness still sends shivers of pleasure through my body. I know there's no use arguing with him when he's like this. He leaned down until his lips touched mine. My eyes widen as I look at his beautiful eyes. ''I am not your, I never was, and I never will be.'' I tried to push him away; I don't want this, and at the same time, there was nothing more I needed than him. His hand came up and wrapped around my neck and squeezed it tight, but not tight enough to hurt me. I can feel myself melting under his touch. ''Are you sure about it because last night you were screaming something else while your body trembled underneath me on my bed?'' With every word he says, his lips brush against mine. His deep voice is dark, sending electric shocks to my core. The only thing stopping me from falling to the ground is his hand around my neck. ''Please.'' I whispered, I don't know what I am pleading for at this point. ''Please, what Gattino? please let you go or please fuck me against this wall because I am sure you won't stop me if I decide to do the second option.'' He knows what I want; he knows my body better than me. ''Let me go, please. Just let me go. " I beg, even though we both know how It's going to end. ''You know you don't want that, and we both know you won't leave me, so why bother?'' Before I can say anything, he kisses me. I try to push away, but he just ignores me and deepens the kiss. I could feel the tip of his tongue against my lips, asking for permission to enter, and I have never been good when it comes to denying him. His other hand moved from my neck down my body to my hip and pulled me close. He bit down on my bottom lip, making me gasp. He took that opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. He pulled away, and his hand slipped down to the inside of my thigh. His fingers brushed against my clothed slit. ''Hmmm, wet already, Gattino, did you miss me? '' he teased, and I just pulled him down for another kiss. I hate him and I love him, but mostly I am in love with him. He is the darkness. He is my darkness. He is my life. He is my love. He is my death. Just as much as I am his. ____________________ Now you can go and imagine what have had happen next. 😂

HELL YEAH!!!!

I literally live 'cause of all the people who write their short stories. ✨

Nothing will be as iconic as jurdan

exactly what I need while I write my fantasy romance

I'll make you love me, Toxic and War of hearts are the best. Listening to these songs and thinking about Jude and Cardan moments gives me so nice feelings 🤍🖤

This.. is so fucking good

Yes nothing but thieves ! Awesome playlist

Jurdan✨💖💖💖

La real playlist de enemies to lovers

- Why would you do this? - I said with a trembling voice, the air held so much tension i could cut with a knife and his green eyes were not merciful on mine. - Because I fucking love you, Sienna. - His hands stood dead by his side, he was barely breathing, the voice coming out almost out of sound with the pain breaking it into pieces. - Are you the only one who can’t see it? - Love me? You hate me, Hayden! Ever since I showed up to mess with your happy little kingdom. - His eyes burnt so deep on mine i had to put my hands in his forearms, he pressed our bodies together and i felt my sanity running out of stock. - I hate that I love you, but I do. - Hayden could touch our lips now, but he wouldnt, just to mess with my mind. - I need you more than you will ever be able to understand. You crawl under my skin, inside my head, you know all my fears and desires and you are always sure too look at me with those violet damn eyes, they just… they make me be taken piece by piece until there’s nothing left but to be yours. I am yours, Sienna, through this fucking whole war and the eternity if we can survive. 13:12 Will now resume on the word doc 😂

What makes a good enemy to a lover story, anyway? Great playlist.

5:31 I'll Make You Love Me 8:57 Dancing With The Devil 12:54 Crazy 17:22 Toxic 21:11 Midnight Oil 25:12 Wicked Game 29:39 War of Hearts 33:20 Can't Help falling in Love (light version)

The whole time I was thinking of the cruel prince, the wicked king, and the queen of nothing trilogy by Holly Black. I really thought that the thumbnail was Cardan and Jude 😫😫😫

Writers here are really good💚

The way we recognize Gwi frikin 6 packs says a lot about us😎 anyway, I love this playlist

Imma save this for when i reread the book

CARDAAANNNN MY LOOVEE