Annotated Twelfth Night Novels & Stories

William Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice, Act 4, Scene 1 PROLOGUE I open my eyes and am immediately assaulted by a rogue swarm of butterflies in my stomach. A lazy grin stretches across my face and I can’t help but let out a sigh of contentment. Despite the crazy circus in my belly, I have never been happier. The day I have been working towards all month has finally arrived; my wedding day.

she said casually, to which Beatrice gave a sharp scowl that she ignored. Her eyes were blinking, unable to believe what she was currently seeing, and she was unable to stop admiring the room they were in. As a heavy payment for the difficulty of finding the tavern, she was treated to a view of the room so luxurious that she had time to forget the fact that it looked like an empty building that was unoccupied, which almost made her want to go back to the castle and forget her intention.

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.

"Well, I suppose those royal estates do need plenty of staff. With your experience as a nanny, you'd be a perfect fit." Callum's expression relaxed. Just a nanny. Nothing more. The car fell silent again. I lowered my head to straighten my rain-soaked collar. As I moved, the hair on the side of my neck slipped away, exposing the skin behind my ear. There was a mark there. Not Callum's. It was fresh, complete, glowing with a faint golden sheen — the unmistakable signature of a second chance bond. The shriek of brakes shattered the rainy night. My body lurched forward and I instinctively shielded my abdomen. Vivienne's forehead slammed into the back of the front seat. She clutched her head, cry