be careful darling; the devil has a pretty face | a female villain playlist
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Timestamps:
0:00 | Confident - Demi Lovato
3:26 | Kill Of The Night - Gin Wigmore
6:50 | Whatever Lola Wants - Carmen McRae
9:51 | Solitude - Sorry, Peach
12:30 | Madness - Ruelle
16:00 | Choke - IDKHBTFM
19:19 | Real Boy - Lola Blanc
23:30 | Dangerous Woman - Rosenfeld
26:45 | Trouble - Valerie Broussard
30:18 | I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift
34:17 | Monsters - Ruelle
37:26 | Devil's Worst Nightmare - FJORA
Tyyy
K7o88 no 98990
In love with this playlist 😍
Kill of the night is simply too dark for us common humans 😌🤚
Thank youuu
I imagine wearing a silk thigh slit dress going down the stairs of my mansion to my party, as I am a CEO of a company.
The dream
The plan
Such a very Slytherin plan 😂
(Sorry I just had to do it.)
@@Cassiopaeia True 😂
You should watch the Denver Clan!
Me: pretending to be a secret agent on the bad side killing my target after I made him fall in love with me
My neighbors:🧍♀️“Jimmy, I think we should move”
FUNKING MOOD BRO
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Wait, is that what my neighbours are thinking right now
LOOOOOOOL
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😆😆😆😆😆😆😆 THIS ONEEEEEEEEE
It’s funny that this is “villain” playlist but it’s what makes us women our own heros.
A woman being her own hero is seen as a "villain" by most men 😅
@@lioudmilaeleftheriadou7088and call us witches 😅
Yeah it give of "I'm no bitch and I hide behind no man
Definitely😫
"I'm the one they should be scared of. Not you. Not Mr J. Because I'm Harley. Freaking. Quinn."
This hits different at 3 am
Ikr
Exactly
It’s literally 3:35 am
@@user-gr7ti9ok2r its 3:17AM rn for me hehe
Wait you too?? Why are we all here late?? 😭😭
**Whatever Lola wants comes on**
My name being Lola: *Ayo I feel powerful*
As you should 😌
@@darlynn1395 Do you know when that song came out? It feels older but sometimes it's just a style. Thanks! 🙂
@Mbelle Ondobo Atangana thanks!!
POV: you left your hometown years ago, but now you're back. it is already late when you finished unpacking, but you still decide to go for a walk. it feels strange to walk those streets again and it makes you remember the girl you once were.
suddenly you hear a familiar voice... "a pretty thing like you should not walk alone at night."
you turn around and look in the eyes of the man who was the reason you left this town. he still looks the same like back then, just a bit older. he doesn't recognise you.
"it's you who should not have walked alone this night.", you say. his eyes widen with confusion when he hears your voice. he whispers your name and something in your eyes makes him take a step back but he is not fast enough.
you leave in the morning and never come back. sitting on the train, it makes you smile to think about how your name was his last word.
This is amazing!
@@AJBenda aww thank you so much!
Holy guacamole ❤️❤️🔥🔥🔥
@@vidhikhanna1886 awww thank you so much!
ohh shit... that was something, espectacular!!
This playlist just made me start daydreaming about being in Camp Half Blood and everyone is scared of me because I’m the daughter of Hades
@lilith michelle (+_+) hehe yes, fear me 😈
@lilith michelle (+_+) Ill be that Aphrodite daughter that displeases their mother, can i join the hades kids?
@lilith michelle (+_+) poggg
Umm, actually-
Hades is the only Greek God who's doing his job properly, not cheating on his wife, and is devoted.
He has a bad rep cause the media is always comparing him to the devil, when in reality the two have no similarities at all. So 🤷♀️, if ye wanted to be the scarry lady, bad guy pick someone else...
@@tsu2155 I mean I know that but everyone fears him. The Greeks wouldn’t even say his name. I want people to fear me in the way everyone feared Nico, but only if they do me wrong.
imagine being undercover while finding your enemy and both of you dancing with/against each other in the ballroom
so wattpad-ish, i love it
You either die a hero.
Or live long enough to see yourself become the
Villain
I feel like I'm Natasha freaking Romanoff, this playlist is awesome
Glad I'm not the only person who got black widow vibes
Female villains killing trashy men:
~~~I did something bad then why it feels so good~~~
I see a swiftie here 😌. Glad i'm not alone
@@nani5425 of course! We, swifties lurks wherever a TS stuff exists, we'll never be alone then🤣
@@nani5425 yesir
im just imagining being a shield agent and then running away and ruling the world with genderfluid (but usually female) loki
POV;
through out your life, mother always asked you to fit in between the lines and to please your dearest husband when you got older.
You were a teenager then and you thought love was a field of dandelions, but now as an adult your opinions on love. Changed.
...
It all happened when you murdered your ex husband because you found him cheating in the same very house you paid for.
Your heart was crushed and you took the gun from your closest in the living room, that you planned to use if someone broke into the house,
and aimed it to his heart , he snickered and laughed saying you were to scared to even pull the trigger, he kissed that women in front of you to make to you angry, your blood boiled at the sight of him and her together.
However, he was right you were scared as heck, but rage didn’t stop you from doing that, you took a deep breath and, with those shakey hands, you shot him right in heart.
You followed along reloading your pistol and aiming it to the women beside his dead body. She pleaded and bagged for your forgiveness, crying puddles of tears. You let out a humourless laugh and stared her in the eyes right before you pulled the trigger.
There it was, the man you thought you would spend your entire life with lying dead in front of you,
you shed a tear while laughing your heart out.
You were broken, no longer did you believe in the thing love. Now you use your pretty face to get your way in life, no matter how much it took, murder, arson and more.
You run a mafia group to help all the people who were wronged by their partners,
you laughed whenever someone bagged for mercy, because all you could remember was when no one gave you mercy.
This is my first time doing this, so it may be kinda trashy and on top of that i never wrote about this topic before. So all is imagined. I hope you liked it and if you have tips on how to improve this, pls help :)
edit: i edited the story abit nothing too dramatic.
yall lot really like the story, thank you so much!
Great job! I love it! ❤
@@darlynn1395 thank youu :D
I quite like it :D
@@AJBenda thank youu
i love it!
I'm back here after five months and I still love this playlist. It's giving "I don't want to watch the world burn; I want to be the one to burn the world."
Her eyes trail down and up his figure, something unknown in her gaze. A small smirk slips onto her pomegranate lips.
"Are you sure you want to do this with someone like myself, darling?" she asks, hooking her arms around his strong neck. He gulps. He's nervous.
"I couldn't imagine being with anyone else," he says. Her smile grows.
"Be careful then, imagine if the press caught on that a strong, admirable hero of the people such as yourself was entangled with someone like me," she breathes, resting her chin on his shoulder as his hands travel around her waist.
"Someone like you?" he repeats. She gently kisses his neck.
"You know..." she trails off. "A beautiful demon,"
"Demon or not, you're the one I want," he promises, guiding her onto the silk sheets.
"The only one you want?"
"The *only* one I want,"
"Do you really love me?"
"I really love you,"
"Do you worship me?"
"Like you're my goddess,"
"Good," she presses a kiss onto his lips as her hand travels under the pillow, her fingers tightening around a cool handle as he guides her skirt up.
"Say hello to Satan for me, would you?" she breathes. In a second, the knife is sticking out of his neck. She pushes him off her as he gurgles, getting to her feet and brushing her satin dress out.
"Shame," she sighs. "I liked those sheets,"
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. May your day be nice, may your sleep be restful, may your work be little hassle and may your creative projects bring joy to both yourself and others who view them.
This is amazing
ur an amazing author not my style but still luv the idea
OMG BRO I LOVE THIS SO MUCHHH
WOAHHH!! woah!!, girl!, that's some amazing shit...😳😳
I can't avoid imagine my life as a italian mafia boss that it's totally tired of always wining while drinking wine alone in her mansion beside the sea, it's beautiful
omygod yes
I stared at the boy kneeling, the one who thought it was so smart to pin me to a wall and try to kiss me. Now, the gun to his head causes fear in his eyes to show.
"Please! I'll give you anything, I'll do anything. Please don't hurt me." He got out through tears.
"I want you to _never_ do what you did to me again."
"Okay, okay, I promise. I'll never do it again! Heck, I'll leave females alone!"
"Oh, I know." A bang came, then his body fell.
"Curse the devil, of course you killed _him_ ."
"You." I whispered to myself. I twirled, then held this other boy to the wall nearby, a knife to his neck.
"Hey! Be careful. You don't want to hurt anyone with that!"
"Where were you?! You left me in the dust."
"I had business."
"With?"
"Someone." His devilish smile came, then when I lowered the knife, he grasped me, then pinned me so I couldn't move, the wall to my back.
"Curses." I whispered, and his lips came to my ear.
"I had business with the devil." A bark of laughter came from my mouth.
"Be careful, Darling; the devil has a pretty face." The knife sunk into his back, and as he fell, he whispered,
"So I was cursing you all along?" Even as he was dying, his last few words would always be a stupid joke with a smile.
YESS!! Love how you used the title of the playlist within the text!!
@@darlynn1395 Thank you!!!!!! :D
My mom yelled at me, "Why can't you just get a life?" I'm tired of her. I'm tired of her telling me what to do and what I can be. I can't hold in my anger any longer. I reply, "It's okay mom. I have a life. You just can't control yours. So you think controlling my life is going to make your life better." I open the front door and I walk out of the house with the wind blowing as I feel the rain go against my face. I feel as if the world rules me. Or maybe more accurate, I rule the world.
Asian : flying chappal received 📩 or maybe broom
@@Laasya0066 FR
*Cinderella vibes*
Bro enjoy living on the streets forever 👍
that's cringe
GIRLLL I AINT EVEN A FEMALE BUT I FEEL THAT WOMAN EMPOWERMENT INSIDE ME😩😩
I put this playlist one every time I have a test. Makes me feel like I can actually do decent. I don’t. But it makes me feel like that.
I saw a lot of these POVs so I wanted to try... ( I am an actual writer, but I've never done one of these.)
POV- You walk into the ball your Mafia enemy is holding at his dark mansion. You walk slowly into the ball as everyone's eyes fall upon you in all your beauty. You're wearing a dark black smokey eye, with a blood-red satin dress, and tall black heels that show off your matte black toenails. Slowly pacing through the door you look around at the faces. Holding your dagger with dim diamonds covering half of it, and the other half dripping a blood trail behind you as you walk closer into the room. As you pass eyes widen at both the sight of you and the blood trail. People spread until there is a wide walkway for you to go through, the only person that didn't bother to move was at the other end of the room... Your enemy. His eyes never looked anywhere else but yours, walking closer he takes a few steps towards you. He stopped dead in his trackes once you came to a sudden stop. Looking you up and down his eyes drifted to make contact with yours. " You look stunning... might I suggest you come with me?" You gave him a smirk taking his hand, he leads you into the hallway... suddenly he grasp's feircly at your throat chocking you until it gets hard to breath.You drop your dagger, he looks down quickly, " Trying to kill me love?" You gasp in for breath. Lifting you higher on the wall, you had enough. You lift your legs and kick him in the chest with your legs, making him drop hard onto the ground. You fall onto him quickly after he hit the floor, making you land on him. You look deeply into his dark and emotionless eyes then kiss him passionatley. You pull away and grab your dagger, skipping it closley to his neck. Smirking you whisper into his ear "Be careful darling, the devil has a pretty face."
HOLY SHOOT do you have Wattpad?
@@winni2761 Nope, I do not sadly. Just write in my free time outside of school.
What do you mean your an actual writer, like everyone in the comments isn’t
I just fucking love ti
"Maybe I like the pretty face" he challenged
You laugh "oh honey you really think you can live through the night if you let me this close already"
There is such a fine line between love and hate. Such blurred lines between loyalty and betrayal. And what started as an act of love and kindness can so quickly turn into malicious revenge. Maybe this dagger entered my back so slowly I barely was able to process the sting because of the art of distraction. Maybe this dagger ripped into my back causing itself to transfer from mere words to a jolt right through my heart. Or maybe, just maybe, as he promised, he quickly plunged the dagger right into my heart.
From the front, as I watched, and maybe I watched both in agony and peace. Watched the blade slowly disappear into my chest, becoming a part of me. Maybe I didn’t do anything because there was nothing to do, or maybe because I am simply too tired to fight against what has become my worst enemy and greatest love.
There is such a narrow margin between a hero and villain in love, yet large strides in difference. A villain would sacrifice the world to save you, but a hero would sacrifice you to save the world. Not that it matters. Because he is neither a hero nor a villain. And he is not in love with me.
He is the only person that I trust. Wrongfully trusted. Because I no longer trust anyone. Even if somehow, there was redemption for me, even if somehow there was a way to come back from this moment, I would have nothing else to return to.
Instead, I allow my eyes to close, my deep intake of breath, and a world of euphoria surround me. Maybe I am addicted to the pain, maybe I am addicted to the love, maybe I am addicted to the rush of facing death, or maybe I am just merely addicted to him. To the poison he so willingly feeds me.
There was no escaping this life, my life; which both has a tragic beginning and a tragic end. There was no escaping the traps he lured me in with, knowing that in the end it'd be my bloodshed.
But still, I love him. Even with the darkened look in his eyes, with his grip tight on the pulsating handle, even with the smirk of victory smothering his face; I love him. I am enamored by the desire that I’ve felt. No matter how short or long the love lasted, or if it was even real to both parties. And at the end of this moment, when I cease to exist completely, when I’m no longer desired by anyone, when I drift into the darkness of this night, I will leave it in love.
It’s the pain and pleasure; it’s all hitting me at once. Because with every memory, every smile, every kiss, every laugh, comes an electric shock to my heart. Reminding me that each one will be my last.
And that’s when the realization hits me.
This was all a game. Survival of the fittest. A predator stalking and toying with their prey before pouncing. Before bringing the grim reaper among the unsuspecting and trusting victim. The contents of my stomach turn over, practically preparing me to throw up each glint of us.
Because I was never enough.
I wasn’t enough to change for. I wasn’t enough to love. I wasn’t enough to be cared for. Or respected. Or admired. I was never going to be enough to be more than just an elaborate scheme of deception. A mechanism to pass the time, to create drama, and drive wedges wherever necessary.
Everything I thought was there, never existed. It was never there. It was merely my cruel mind playing the worst of tricks on my desperate heart. Desperate to be loved, to be valued, to mean something.
And in the desperation, in the love of my worst enemy, I lost myself. I succumbed to a world that I so vividly hoped would exist just beyond the dark curtains of my life. But it didn’t. Instead beyond the curtain, I stood just feet from there was dark magic at play.
Cursing my love. Cursing my life. But curing the fear. Because as I stand here, wrapped in the arms of my killer, a silver dagger sticking from my chest I realize my biggest mistake. I’m able to pinpoint the moment that I signed my death certificate.
When I fell in love. When I trusted.
“Choose your last words wisely.” He harshly whispers just inches from my face. His hot breath on my face. Because even at this moment, while they shouldn’t, three words come to mind.
Shakily, gasping, and quietly I sincerely reply, “I love you.” Because it’s the truth. I’m not sure whether I hate or love him more. But I’m not sure it matters, I’m not sure I need to know, or will have enough time to decide.
“Such a shame darling.”
The silver dagger, a prized possession of my assailant, rips out of my chest by his hand, falling freely to the ground with a clang. My breath sputters out of me, blood pouring down my front, collapsing into his arms, soaking him in my warm crimson essence.
I don’t have an answer, I won’t have an answer to the question. But I do know one thing, it’s his arms I’m dying in. His knife on the marble-tiled floor, covered in my blood. His prints on the wooden engraved handle.
He lowers both of us to the cold tiled floor, the life flowing out of me with every heartbeat, accompanying my blood. Until soon there will be nothing left of me, nothing left of my memory, and nothing left of the love between the two of us.
His teary blue eyes stare down into mine, showing he cares more than any other emotion that could crest from the expressive irises. But it’s not love, is it? If it was, it would be the world bleeding on the floor. It would be the world aflame, not my mind.
Interesting, isn’t it? How horror and intimacy can come from the same place.
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Dame that’s deep and long
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I am speechless but am singing every word of these songs. love it
This is not written by me...credit to whoever actually wrote it!
I twist the diamond ring around and around my finger, watching the light from the lamp next to me cascade around the ring.
The new rings feels heavy around my finger but my heart feels heavier. I've still yet to meet my new husband.
This morning I woke up happy and excited unknowing that my day would end with me waiting in our study door my soon to be husband to join us before our rngagement party.
The door opens behind me and I watch as both my parents' heads whip back but I stare straight ahead. I wasn't going to make this easy for anyone.
"Leave." His voice echoed into the room and wrapped itself around me.
Two chairs quickly shuffled before I heard my parents hurried footsteps leaving the room.
"Turn around, Adrianna. I want to see you." Hearing my name roll from his Italian tongue made me feel almost breathless.
But I grew up in the Mafia and I'm no fool.
I picked up my champagne glass from in front of me and leaned more back into the chair. "Have the decency to look me in the eyes when speaking to me."
I turn my head slightly to give him my side profile and in the corner of my eye I could make out someone in a black suit leaning on one of the book cases.
A dark chuckle came from him and I felt as much as heard it when he started to walk to me.
I took a drink from my drink hoping for alcohol courage.
He stopped just behind my chair. I felt him lift one of my raven black locks of hair and round it around his finger. He took another of my hair lock and gave it a slight pull.
The next moment I felt his hot breathe next to my ear. His other hand came around and clasped around my neck.
"Respect, Ria, is very important to me."
With his hand around my neck he tilted my face to the side and up. I saw his face for the first time and my breathe was knocked out of me for the second time.
His dark skin and hair was the perfect contrast to his light baby blue eyes. I almost forgot that I was supposed to hate him.
"You will show respect to me or you will regret it." He scanned for an emotion on my face, stopping to stare at my lips before making his way to my eyes again. "Understand?"
All I could do was nod because I knew my voice would have scratched my throat.
This man was electrifying and dangerous. He had this power to make you feel but to feel nothing himself.
He looked at my trembling hands on my lap and smirked. He finally let go of me and took a step back.
"Remember your place from now on is behind me. Speak when spoken to." I felt so stupid and weak in this moment.
"And never forget that you mean nothing to me and this marriage is just a business transaction for me."
Words and sentences have escaped my brain and all I could do was stare back at him.
He gave me a once over before making his way to the door. But before leaving, he stopped and turned back around.
"The dress is stunning. Nice choice."
And with that I was left alone with my thoughts. I downed my glass before taking a deep breathe.
I only had to get over the initial shock of meeting him. But now I feel empowered because I just figured out his weakness.
Me,in a skin tight red dress.
A fascinating would you rather...would you rather be an unsympathetic hero or a sympathetic villain?
Sympathetic villain
@@teyahshuman8343 Ooh. Interesting choice. May I ask why?
@@_ember.m_ Unsympathetic héros usually do it for fame or praise.A sympathetic villain usually does it for personal reasons or because they are broken.
sympathetic villain. maybe because they seem much more, how do i put this. crazy? psychopathic? even if they arent. and i just love that honestly
honestly unsympathetic hero,
POV: You have all the connections, you know everything that's going on in the underworld and because of that, people come to you for information, but obviously not for free, there's always something that they have to do to return the favor.
Years ago the Italian don killed your sister and ever since you've hated him and now, he's in front of you demanding information knowing very well what he did.
You think he must be crazy to come into your town and demand the knowledge that you own after everything that's he's done to you. You're not going to give it to him, you want to see him not have something that he wants even though it's right in front of him.
You keep on denying him the information and watch as his patience continue you run out and the anger in him starts to rise to the surface.
You could help feel a sense of envy that the person you loathe of so much looks like a model with the body of a Greek God, it's unfair.
"I was really hoping that I didn't have to do this, but since you keep denying me my information, I guess I'll have to" he said with a sly smirk spilled on his handsome face.
Your eyes widen and your mouth goes dry, you can't believe what you're seeing.
Behind your worst enemy is your sister, bruised and battered, helpless and vulnerable.
"Help me, and you get her, don't, then you can witness her murder firsthand" he said slowly, seductively and with a cunning smirk on his face.
What he doesn't know is that you already have a plan in your head, and it's one that's going to make sure he never walks on the earth again, and one that will make him pay for what he did to your sister and you.
"Fine, I'll help you" you said returning the smirk 😏
Imagine that beauties 😉
Is that a book? I would really like to read it
Writing a book series with a mysterious female villian who’s great at manipulation. This helps a lot
I'm currently reading a very graphic dark romance + revenge story that centers around a female main character. Not for the faint hearted and TW for everything basically. She's not only mysterious, but also unhinged and psychotic. Went through extremely traumatic events that nearly killed her, got a completely new identity and face surgically reconstructed. And spent years acquiring all sorts of skills necessary for her revenge, including criminology knowledge and multiple forms of martial arts. Becomes a cold blooded killer (doesn't kill innocent ppl).
BUT a few weeks into it, she meets a freaking FBI agent and strikes up a romance with him. She feels things she hasn't been able to feel for a long time. She can't give him up, but also can't give up her revenge. He gets assigned to investigate the kills she's been doing, as well as other cases. She has to juggle her secret double life and also secretly look out for his back as well, against other serial killers he's investigating and other threats he faces. He's openly protective of her, and she's like psychotically protective of him in secret too. And also helps him because of her ability to profile. But she's heartbrokenly conflicted knowing that his job is to go after her as well and feels he won't love her once he finds out everything, as is bound to happen eventually since he is very good at his job. It also has a darkly comedic tone sometimes, like she has to remind herself "okay in this situation a normal girl would be meek and scared...or should I be crying and screaming...or just be shocked?" in front of him, even though she's perfectly fine and capable lol. But she also enjoys his doting very much as she feels cared for. Also some minor "jealous ex" moments where psychotic thoughts of killing his ex partners pop up in her mind, but she reins it in lol....the way it's written you can't help but laugh.
It's a masterfully woven well written intricate story, can't put it down lol. Very dark and graphic though. The romance is steamy and sweet, but also kinda f-ed up because of how f-ed up the FMC is. It is quite satisfying to see her present herself as weak to the bad guys, only for them to realize she has the upper hand and is badder than they are.
I need a playlist to write about a similar character, any song recomandation?
@@hilla3353 - Vengeance, Kazino, Jotto, and Animal Farm by Bibi
- Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz
- Sirens by Fleurie
- 16 Shots by Stefflon Don
- Toxic or Survivor cover by 2WEI
- Huh by Agust D
- Trapped In My Nightmares by wearethegood
- Maneater by Nelly Furtado
- Siempre Me Quedara by Bebe
- No Seas Cortes by Britney Spears
- Louder Than Bombs by BTS
- Dangerous by Michael Jackson
- Good News or Behind My Eyes by Apashe
- Side by Side Bewhy
- Clandestina cover by Emma Péters (Edmofo Remix)
@@janetuss6496 right now you are my favuorite person lol, thank you
@@hilla3353 lol no problem, I tried to include a wide range of sound as I don't know what type of music fits your taste. But I think they all fit the mysterious/badass/melancholic villainess vibe well. Lemme know if you like any of them!
I step onto the marbled floor, the swirls reminding me of blood that will stain the grounds when i reign. The gemstones on my crimson heels drip with shine as my black, lace ballgown glides across behind them, the dagger hidden beneath it hiding a secret worthy of death. The ruby mask that veils my eyes is the perfect distraction, hiding me as a damsel meaning no harm. Everyone glides across the floor in their gowns and their suits, all worth a fortune, all unbeknownst of their fate.
As i am about to take another step a man blocks my path. The prince. The prince whose blood runs with the enemy. The prince who i must take down. My crimson lips curl into a smile as he approaches, his emerald green eyes seem to reflect devilish lust. He extends his glove clad arm, bowing, and utters "Care to dance with me, M'lady? I know not what your motives are, though your beauty is enthralling." He knows my motives. He knows i am here to destroy his kingdom. Except my face is masked, he doesn't recognize. Tonight is all a game, a game of lies and deception. I take his hand, my eyes meeting his, a sheer moment of ecstasy between two young rivals.
As soon as he places his arm on my waist, he knows. He feels the dagger, he feels it's engravings. I smirk as i remove my mask. His lips curl into a frown, as he cannot do me harm amidst the ball in the honour of his father. "The show must go on, your majesty." I whisper in his ear, dangerously close.
We begin to glide across the floor, melodically to the music, a dance of hatred, a dance of death. We both know what i am here for, we both know what's to happen at the end of the evening. As the waltz rolls to a stop, everyone starts to leave the hall.
I meet his eyes again. I expect to see utter detestation, utter hatred, but what i see shocks me. His eyes well with tears, they seem to lose their shine. "I loved you, i fell in love with you. Why must you do this?" He whispers. "My kingdom comes first. Love is nothing but lies." I snap as i turn away, my gown spinning gracefully.
But he grabs my wrist, pulling me back, pulling me into him, closer than ever before. And he presses his lips to mine. Tears seem to come to my eyes as my affection towards him comes up to the surface. But i can't fall in. I can't let go. I can't give in. I slowly reach to the back of my dress as i pull away, tears streaming down my cheeks, his eyes burning into mine.
I snatch the dagger out of my dress, pressing it to his neck, two lovers standing amidst an empty ballroom, with only the moonlight for company, the moonlight illuminating the crime against our hearts. "My kingdom comes first, my love. I shall reign, reign with pride. Farewell." I plunge the dagger deeper, blood dripping onto the floor.
I drop the knife, my now crimson-stained ballgown the only reminder of the man i once loved, of the slaying of honour, as i walk away, my heels clicking along the floor, announcing my reign, till forevermore.
This is amazing, your very talented!
@@aristheticasteroid1376 thank you so much!
Listening this I just imagine myself walking through the streets on high heels looking like a damn legend 😄🔥🔥
It's been a month since he was assigned to be the temporary bodyguard of the esteemed guest of his boss, this guest a petite dainty young girl though was treated like a person that even his boss, who was the leader of the mafiadom here in the South, can't afford to offend. She just looked like any normal girl at first glance except those eyes, those indescribable eyes that seem to pierce through everyone's heart and soul so thoroughly that she can see all their darkest and deepest desires. When boss first introduced me to her she gave me a faint polite smile before turning away, she looked so enchanting then with big eyes and long lashes and that loose black suit she wore and sitting like she didn't give a damn. But now she didn't looked that petite anymore especially last week when she came home after missing for a day her hair stained red, blood dripping from her hands as she holds her revolver tight and eyes blazing with anger... she had wiped out an entire clan in a fit of range, damn this new boss is a headache but I'm being drawn towards her every second I see her.
She called for me that night, now she had washed all the blood that was on her from that bloody massacre she conducted her hair was still wet so i grabbed the hairdryer and began to help her dry her hair, the room had a lingering scent of blood when I first entered but now it's filled with the sweet smell of daffodils from her shampoo after a minute passed she spoke, " Tomorrow's gonna be a big day at the fundraiser I hope you've made preparations lover boy.....'lover boy' that was the ridiculous pet name she gave me since I had commented to her last week that I'll do anything for the person I love. Damn it she always makes me feel embarassed by teasing me all the time me but still deep in my heart I feel that I kind of like it how her calm and cool voice calls me something unique... well, even though it's a strange nickname! "All has been arranged Ma'am " I replied back with determination cause I believed that I had done a good job. Sure tommorow's going to be hell of a bloody day and I have to protect her well.
Pov: you are a trauma surgeon working a night shift
You get a really hard case which is a woman your age having extreme internal bleeding that has to be stopped quickly.
Right before going into the OR you have to speak to the family of the woman. As you approach the group of people, you recognize your ex. The woman you are just about to operate is the girl he cheated on you with. He visibly starts panicking when he finds out that you are the surgeon. It brings a smile to your face seeing genuine fear in his eyes cause he knows how much he hurt you. You, being a professional going into the OR, give your best to do all you can. The operation was a success. As you head out of the OR ready to inform the family that the girl is doing well and that she is now stable you see him getting up first and as you say the news you see instant regret in his eyes as he offers to buy you a gift for helping his new chick thanking you at least 10 times. You remain stricrly professional denying every offer you got acting like you're seeing him for the first time. "People can really be pathetic", you think, smile and realize why you love your job so much and why was it all so worth it.
Gods, was it the alcohol, or did she really have that spell over me? I couldn't help but watch as she slid across the floor, her body moving as if she were gliding on ice.
Hot jealousy rose within me as I glowered at the man leading her. The fucking putz. You have no idea what you are dancing with, what a demon, what a goddess, what perfect craftsmanship you are holding. If you stick with her, she will kill you, then come home to wash the blood off in my sheets.
- exert from some writing of mine -
Name pls
giving me serious 'the 7 husbands of Evelyn Hugo' vibes
omg I ADORE that book
TW : Blood,Gun,Knife
A POV :
I still remember the day I found out that my dearest husband cheated on me with my best friend that day I lost 3 things my husband, my best friend and myself
I am no longer that girl who read about love and wanted to be in love
I know the real world now just as cold and ruthless as the gangleader I am today and now I am on my way to murder my husband
I wore a dark red lipstick just because he hated it I wore a black dress and walked up to the prision where he was kept
''Everlee what is wrong with you?'' He wimpered
''You are so pathetic whipering in front of me'' I mocked him
''You are not doing this to me please just give me another chance'' he said scared with no colour on his face while I removed my weapons
I started tracing my knife on his whole body and then slowly gave him a gash on his forehead while he screamed in front of me
I laughed ''This is what you threatened me with right hubby dearest?'' I put a gun down his throat and pulled the trigger he was trying his best to move but I shot him in his throat cleaned my knife and gun while telling the capo ''Finish him tonight'' and I walked away with my head help high and my heels clicking
I hope you liked it
my wattpad : @sharonrwilliams
Pov: IM GETTING OVER A STUPID BOY THROUGH THIS PLAYLIST!!!! DUDE YESSS!!!
As you should 😊
Well youre stupid if you did love a stupid boy in a first place lmao 😂😂
THIS PLAYLIST STARTED SOOOOO HARD OMG WHAT A SONG
For the 1% of people who read this article, I hope you will succeed in your life even more, a great and meaningful music video.❤️😍
"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."
My wattpad is @Louisgurl1D if you wanna know :) im writing a similar story that'll be up by October.
Good golly this was...intriguing and mysterious yet painted in sexiness 😍🤣🔥🖤
@@shaminavanderskyff2054 ahahah thanks bestie❤❤
@@its.diot08 Hii, what will be the name of the story??? I am kinda interested so....😅
@@sanjanasawant9244 I haven't revealed anything about it yet because I'm still working on it :) but hopefully you'll find out soon in this month(before October) itself. Ty for considering, it means the world to me❤
@@its.diot08 Thanks for telling! I would be waiting for it! :)
Also, thanks a lot!
POV: your the princess of the kingdom and your father was about to give you the throne but at the last minute he gave it to your sister which made your blood boil. You said "Father why does she get it and i don't, do you not realize how long i have been waiting for this throne. Ever since Mother died you have been favoring Alex and Alexa" . You sob while leaving the room and you go into the hallway and you rush into your shared room that you share with Alexa you sister who you hate. Your mother loved all 3 of you but ever since she died your father has been favoring your brother and sister. You have become the coldest princess in the kingdom and everyone fears you.It was the night of your party where you invited your friends and boyfriend,cousins,neighbors,uncles,aunts, but you didn't invite your father or brother or sister.
At the party the music was pretty and your friends ,boyfriend,cousins,neighbors,uncles,aunts had already arrived at the party they were just awaiting for you to arrive. You wore your most favorite expensive red channel dress with channel earrings , gucci lipstick , and channel makeup. You wore your favorite shoes and crown and you look at yourself before heading out to the party. When you arrived your guests jaw dropped because they haven't seen you wear this dress since it belonged to your mother but she gave it to you before she died.
Your sister and brother and father arrived they said why didn't you invite us come on were Family. You said " oh now your begging me to allow to my party after you treated me like trash no.
The guests went to the ballroom which was soundproof and you told them that you would go dance later.
meanwhile at the gift room you tied your family there and you say any last words family
your family: please let us go
y/n: *laughs like a devil, be careful just i look like an angel doesn't mean i play nice and bad *smirks you shot your family until there was blood left.
you licked the blood with your 12 inch tongue.
you washed up and threw the bodies in the lake and went back to the ballroom and danced with the princes.
the end
I was born a noble.
And she was destined to be a princess.
From my childhood I was committed to marrying the prince of my nation, one who had little importance in the line of succession since he was fourteenth to inherit. It never mattered to me. I loved him and he loved me.
However, the King wanted to start a war against the enemy Kingdom but the Peace Treaty prevented it, so he took advantage of the fact that my mother was an exile from that nation and accused my parents of treason.
They died as outcasts.
My mother's family decided to help my sister and me to flee but someone discovered us, she died, I lived.
I crossed the sea to get to a strange place.
Here women were warriors, nobody saw the world like me, I was alone for the first time.
I was humiliated for my weakness. I had to make myself strong, but it cost me a lot of tears and pain. And now I have been reborn, my uncle made me Queen together with his son. We came to understand each other after many fights and confusion, to be friends, lovers and kings. But my King died and my enemies threatened MY Nation.
I crossed the sea again but now with an army. We went to war and we rose up victorious.
Now I am also Queen of the people who destroyed me and despite my promises I have also come to destroy those who betrayed my parents.
Now I go down the stairs of this foreign Palace and I see the hundred nobles who are waiting for me, they have come to venerate me. I smile at them, invite them to the table and feed them and before reaching the toast they swear allegiance to me and drink the wine. One by one they fall, some run, others simply stay where they are. But they all die with the foam escaping from their mouths, and those who have not drunk are eliminated by my people. I had the poison put in the wine.
What fools!
How would I be able to forgive them for their indifference to the fate of our family?
I am Dena Sinclair and I do not forgive.
Many have tried, but you have succeeded at this genre of playlist!
January 24th I got a call.
"Take him out. Anything you want-I'll pay it. Doesn't matter how he dies- just do it."
I smiled to myself as I carefully dabbed at my blood-red lipstick.
"Deal."
Someone should write a book or make a movie in the perspective of the hero but it turns out they're the villain
Or if there is this kind of story recommend it
You should watch bollywood movie- Zidd
Amazing movie!!!
Shadows Between Us is perfect for this playlist
Honestly one of the best playlists I’ve ever heard ❤
Love this playlist so much!
the fist song already and reading glass sword is chefs kiss
This is seriously giving me old money vibes. Like rich rich. I love it. 😋
This playlist is good! I only know 3 songs but I like the vibe. ♡
This is so good!!!
Ah I know im late but I got suddenly inspired:
The huntress watched her target with slitted eyes. Crouched atop a building, dressed in a raven- black cloak and hood, she twirled her wicked-looking dagger subconsciously. This would be easy. Rising to her feet, she leapt for a street post that towered at the mouth of an alleyway, where her victim discussed with a shadow in low, muttering voices. Twirling effortlessly around the pole, she leapt off the nearby wall and landed silently behind the pair. The shadows fell like a blanket over her. There was no need to flaunt or announce her presence; they knew who she was. Stalking towards the strangers silhouettes, she decided to go for her targets freind first. Might as well have a little fun with her prey. Swift as a viper, she slit the shadows throat and leapt in front of her victim, listening to the body thud. The target widened his eyes. “Please! What do you want? I can give you money!” His pleads bore her. “Do you know who I am?” Her voice cut across the murky air, crisp and clear. “The- The Huntress.” He stammered, stepping back. She smiled under her mask and let her scarlet-coated dagger glint in the lamp light. “That’s right.” She darted forward, clamping a hand over his mouth and swiping her dagger across his exposed throat. He gurgled, realization in his eyes for a second before they glazed over and he went limp. She ripped a piece of his shirt off to wipe the blood off her dagger and sighed. Another job done, another mess to clean up.
getting railed by a mafia boss rn
damn get into it sis
Just imagine how powerful will us women would be if we start to stand up for other women as well ❤.
But first be decent female rather than speak bullshit amd being useless , be better version of yourself first
WOMEN ARE SUPERIOR
The Female is clearly Superior,
for She is the source of all life,
the great river and creater.
By Her cleaverness and subtle
ways She instructs and guides the
male and so directs the affairs
of household and state alike.
Just as She nurses and
cares for the child, so She is
the milk of life.
It is from Her breast that
all good things flow.
I think the title should be this, "Be careful darling; even the Devil has a pretty face..."
Es una belleza de playlist
Me encantó ♡
the second this playlist started i was hooked
so powerful gurl
To everyone who is doing homework, leave the chat, breathe slowly, take a sip of water, and focus
To everyone who is trying to sleep, leave the chat, grab a blanket, and get the rest you deserve.
To everyone who is feeling sad, grab a snack, get some water, get a blanket, and write down your thoughts. When you're done, lay down, and get some rest, no matter the time.
To everyone who is creating, you got this. Your art is amazing. Remain in your flow and get stuff done!
To everyone who is having a bad day, Always remember that you were born in this world to do your duty of what they gave you to make them proud! You got this babes, you're a whole fucking icon and legend !
In love with this playlist
This playlist really is underrated, like really. I should have found this soonerAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
I appreciate cool playlists like this
I appreciate small comments like these! :)
Not a woman but I'm still here
That just means that you're the one that gets seduced by the femme fatale
Me getting mentally ready to order food on phone
This deserves more likes 😩
ok pov comments where ya at????????
Working on it, struggling to write how powerful this lady is
im here
I just wrote a pov comment because of you xD
absolutely beautiful
Okay but let's talk about how Rosenfeld is the only man here like this is such a credit to the tone of his songs that they fit perfectly in a female empowering playlist
Oh I love this playlist!
So good 😩
You were always told to be "less".
Pretty, never beautiful.
Clever, never brilliant.
Liked, never loved.
Humble, modest, just outside of the spotlight. To leave that space to those who deserve it more.
Your father, your brothers, your husband.
Closer enough to be seen, but not to be really seen.
An accessory to enhance them, to make them look better.
You were there to make their like shine brighther, not to outshine them.
Always a step behind, even if you knew you could have been miles ahead them.
You were a princess, meant to be a queen, but you just became an accessory to a king.
Untill you had enough, so you took back what was yours, and everything else
Essa playlist esta perfeita que da vontade de ficar em looping ♡
Minina alguém que fala brasileiro aq se loko
Got a new suscriber, good job of the choise of songs
thank u!!!
Finalmente uma playlist de vilã de verdade eu amei tuddoooo❤
Listening to this while working out>>>>
Love the vibe Love everything
i heard trouble and all i could think of was Six of Crows. Great playlist!
Thank you! :)
YESS I WAS ABOUT TO COMMENT ABOUT SIX OF CROWS!!!!
@@lilyoselrc3346 it's all i can ever think of when I hear it!
I'm literally reading that right now while listening to this playlist!!
Yesss
POV:
"We are doing this," she slid the knife in his heart.
"Without me?" his last breath.
"Love, without you," she fiercely pulled the knife out of his heart as blood extracted from his smerkerous smile.
His deep voice, now filled with pain, realizing he was going to die. "I though we had something," were his last words before he feel, still tied to the tree.
"I did too," she said, before leaving and never looking back, killing him faster than she could blink. She killed her soulmate, her first and last love, her best friend, the only person she ever led touch her, the only person she shared a drink with, the only person she showed her real birthday to. She ended him.
Why? Why did she kill him?
Read my book to find out. Sorry babes ;)
Lmao the last part XD, ngl I thought you were gonna say why.
Also, great story!
@@rhiannadomingo6908 LOL hehehe ;)
Thank you
whats your book
I WOULD CRY FIR A PART TWO PLEASE 🙇♀️
I just found my type of people in CZcams comments
Right?😂😂😂😂😂😂
OMG I love this girl
Seriously, love the pics
I love this!
Nice...... mood swing playlist
It gives different goosebumps at midnight tho 🤝🖤
YES... thank you
Oh we‘re starting of strong… I like that❤
I was vibing and suddenly Choke came on and now I'm vibing even more lol
I feel like a strong, badass and independent girl now
spectacular
Love this
Not me thinking of ruling all Ravka along with the Darkling.
Pov :
Its been a few months since your last kill. The headmasters, still keeping score, you realise you are getting low and don't want to be caught. You spot a man around your age in the park, alone. You pull out a silver handgun and aim for the head, suddenly the man turnt around with a gun as well.
2 years later you are married to the man. You both hunt and kill, clean. You never get caught, especially if you are with him. The headmasters are pleased with the amount of kills you have been sending in. Then decide to kick it up a notch.
The head masters want more. They say, "you both have done well. Now for the final kill. One of you shall die." They hand you both a gun. You and your husband look at each other in awe. Surprisingly he point the gun at you with no hesitation, pulling the trigger. He had gotten you in the shoulder. You wince but point the gun towards his heart, "You thought you could just end me like this! What a husband you are!" You cackle and pull the trigger.
Congratulations you've won the challenge. You are now a Headmaster and are retired from the counted massacre.
This definitely hits different while doing the dishes
Why is this true ?
HOLY MOLY I'M LATE TO WATCHING THIS VIDEO BUT MY BRAIN- M Y B R A I N JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING PERFECT FOR THE WAY MY OCS FIND OUT MY MAIN PROTAGONIST TURNED INTO THE VILLAIN OF THE STORY
"A-Aura... You can't be serious, right?" He had a worried expression plastered on his face. There was no way they were in reality, his cousin out of all people? He had to be dreaming. The female that stood at the highest step of the stair let out a small chuckle.
"I don't go by that name anymore, dear cousin." She opened her eyes, the red shooting daggers at the light blue they met. Her black fan closed as her amused face went back to its usual serious expression. The black columbina mask that covered her face allowed her red eyes to stand out, a strand of her white hair being set back. "The Aura you knew is now gone. A monster is what you might call me,"
August gulped, slowly setting his hand behind his back. "I call myself the one to set this world back in order. Back to the little angels and demons fighting over the land. That's how it was. That's how it was supposed to be. Until those annoying humans had to mess everything up." The venom laced within her ever so soft voice sent chills up August's spine.
His serious cousin never spoke this way. No, this wasn't his cousin. This was the reincarnation of Satan. The one history has feared for so long. The one the old tales warned about.
"My queen," Another male walked next to the woman upon the stairs. "Shall the masquerade continue? The guests are awaiting your appearance." "No need to be so formal, general. You're free to call me my name. It's not like we're speaking in front of a stranger." The male was confused but shook it off. "Very well then, Seraphim." Seraphim nodded. "Tell the guests I will be arriving shortly." The male nodded, bowing before walking back to where he came from. The ballroom.
Seraphim adjusted her black crown, the red jewels shining in the hanging lights of the stairwell. "Well, August. You should be heading to the ballroom as well. You were invited. I'm sure the others are waiting for you." She turned to enter the ballroom, the black chiffon following behind while the sound of her heels echoed to a stop in the stairwell.
August's eyes widened as he saw a red hue enter through the windows. "Oh no..." He thought to himself. There were many things wrong with what just happened. The most important was that his cousin, his cousin that led their small group, saved them from many dangers, who took care of them. His cousin was the villain of this story. And her goal is to end this war in a way he never imagined. She was going to try and wipe the face of humanity off the face of the earth. But that wasn't his main concern. The thought that instantly worried him the most, was the fact that he would need to murder her. In one way or another. The memories they had, all for nothing.
Determination filled his veins. This was going to end, today. He couldn't waste time. This masquerade was going to end, with the queen being slain.
*I can’t be touched, I’m a mafia daughter*
People respect me because they want respect from my father, people hate me with a passion, and people love me like Im their idol. I even dress like I’m important, cute & creative but professional & classy. The variety of expressions on their faces as they walked past me, was usual.
My friends were killed by my father’s people for threatening him with a gun, and they were killed in front of me. It was after he came back home days later, high on drugs. He didn’t recognize me when I tried to hug him. He pushed me away with a disgusted look on his face and I walked away wordlessly and heartbroken. There was nothing I could do about it. He was so doped up that he didn’t recognize me, maybe I wasn’t worth recognizing to him- a burden. I told my friends and I cried, one of them- very opinionated, rebellious, and speaks her mind- wanted to defend me. I didn’t know she’d take it that far- I don’t think the other girls did either.
~ But how did he know? No one else was there when she pulled it out. Cameras? ~
We were in the emergency stairway in the hotel. I was scared when I saw the gun- scared that we or she would get shot when other people saw it.
Why wasn’t she hiding it? I mean there was no way she would actually try or even be able to kill him, but I didn’t say anything- I have a habit of that.
When we got to the door of the lobby, one of his people- a woman, opened the door & shot them with a smile on her face. They hardly had time to process what was happening. The woman shot the random people who were running by me on the stairs going to another exit and threatened me by bringing me close to death. I just kept saying “IM KARINA!, IM KARINA!”, tears threatening to escape with my deafening screams, desperately hoping they wouldn’t shoot the boss’s daughter. That my father wouldn’t have ordered it. I was frantic & terrified and that’s what they wanted. It was a warning, they were showing me what they could do.
When she stopped shooting she smiled, waved me over, and said “Karina!” casually, as if we were old friends- mocking my terror. When I got in the lobby I was jumpy, my heart was racing, and I broke down in tears…
This was a dream I had- i could turn soo many of my dreams into books. What do you think?
Ilike your playlist ❤️
Taylor Swift 🔥
어쩌다 여기까지 왔지 싶은데
첫번째 음악.. 묘한이와 신난 나피디얼굴이 함께 떠오름
feeling myself as a Kdrama female lead.....I am insane
Darling I am the devil.