Act 1 Scene 2 Othello Novels & Stories

I gawked at him, “This is my choice to make Arlo – and I think you should settle your thoughts and go to who you really love.” **🥀** 🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 I tiptoed to Othello's room, peeping around, I knocked on the door, “Not available,” his voice sounded out. Ignoring his words, I pushed the door open to reveal his handsome face, he was reading a book. “I didn't tell you to come in,” he growled. “You wouldn't tell anyone to,” I growled back. He glanced at me, and then his gaze fell back to his book, “What do you want?”

The plastic bag slowly slipped out of her grip, her toenails fearfully digging into the soil. Refusing to breathe, Ophelia slowly turned around, her eyes still shut. There was no need to run; she understood that it would not do her any good. Her eyes slowly opened; from the ground, her eyes timidly went up to the huge figure of an unknown male who had stopped a few steps away from her.

comments Alfredo, who is the Prince in disguise. Since the two are familiar with the place, the cleanliness and the golden carve pattern designs of the walls does not blow their mind away. The maid halts as they arrive in lady Ophelia's room. The maid knocks on her door. Wylie taps the maid's shoulder to catch her attention and informs her that she cannot interfere. The maid understands and steps aside. *CLICK* Lady Ophelia opens the door. The moment she catches sight of the two men, whom she found unattractive. Her eyes glare at them as they ruined her beauty nap.

"I'll make you pay," Before words could be spoken by anyone, the large doors burst open, and two wolves rushed in. Everyone's attention drifted to these two unknown wolves. And they shifted, revealing themselves as Ophelia and Hamilton. A familiar scene basked in Finlay's nostrils and he could feel her even though he hadn't turned around to look at her. "My lord?" A trembling Ophelia croaked out as she looked in his direction. Slowly, he snapped his head at her and Ophelia released an audible gasp of shock, before losing her balance.

The guards outside Lenato's room began to run towards the door to secure their Duke. "Damn, looks like that's my queue!" William returned the letter to Lenato's pocket and hurried to escape via the window. But he was stopped in his tracks as he heard the footsteps outside of their room begin to fall silent, followed by a clash of swords and then a loud thud. It was so quick that William didn't hear the guards yelling for help. Instead, they fell with a whimper.

The maids had left and only Kelly remained and she picked up the bottle to pour yet another glass of champagne when Othello came for her. 'I am relieved to find you here Luna.' He said his eyes taking in the stunning beauty standing beside the drinks cabinet, walking across to her he took the bottle off her and placed it back in the ice bucket, 'I think you have taken enough Dutch courage, don't you?' He could see her beautiful golden eyes were dilated and he expected her to fight him he was only the Beta and

Were we doing a scene together? My stomach sank. My new part was that of Nicholas’s spurned lover. Any scene we shared together was unlikely to be a pleasant one. As we stepped onto the stage, Nicholas touched the small of my back, guiding me toward the center where we would perform. I looked at him. “Which scene is this?” I whispered. He gave me a small, fond smile. “Scene 14.” Nodding, I flipped open the script to the correct scene.

I groaned as I slid my legs inside my slippers and picked up my shirt that laid on the bed. "What happened last night?" I looked at Othello, as I walked inside the bathroom to brush my teeth. "Nothing much. Nothing to worry about." Othello answered indifferently as he arranged the bed. "My head aches badly." I shrugged, then lowered my head, as I washed it under the sink tap. "No!! Something… thing happened." I stuttered, then I stepped out of the bathroom with my towel in my hands, cleaning and drying my hair. I frowned at Othello who now avoided my eyes.

Ophelia The room felt smaller. Not because the walls had moved. Not because the lights had dimmed. But because every possibility had been compressed into a single moment. A single choice. A single decision that seemed to swallow every other thought. Ophelia stood motionless before the screen. The image remained unchanged. Her apartment. The living room. The broken angle of the overturned chair. The shattered glass near the window. Two figures. Her. Alessandre. Frozen inside a moment she remembered far too well.

I started trembling in her wicked grasp, screaming at her to let me go. Suddenly, the door bursted open and terrifying darkness exploded into the bathroom. We were thrown back by the sheer force of the explosion and Ophelia was ripped from me. I watched as Cassius flung her to the other side of the bathroom, her body bouncing against the wall and crumpling to the ground.