Benvolio Montague Novels & Stories

"I see Matthew has finally left. He can run very fast when he’s scared." "Who is this?" she demanded, her heart hammering. "How do you know my name?" "My name is Romeo," the man said. "Your boyfriend has something that belongs to me. Something very, very expensive. He thought he could run away from his debt, but he forgot to take his most valuable prize with him." Emmanuella’s hand started to shake. "I don't know what you’re talking about. Matthew is just an accountant. He's a regular guy."

Glancing nervously at Marco, I felt a shiver run down my spine, unsure of how to respond. Marco's voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding, as he interjected, "Yes, she is. But how do you know her?" There was a subtle edge to his tone, a hint of irritation that sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't tell if it was directed at me or at Venezio. Venezio leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Ah, I've had the pleasure of meeting Miss Bruno before," he replied smoothly, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before returning to Marco. "She made quite an impression, I must say."

he said vivian smirked at the woman Close friend indeed "But i need him to sign these papers,they are very important"she said feeling more than insulted why would he kick her out even without seeing her "If the file is important,you can leave but if not he said he is giving you a minute to get out of this house"Ben said,Vivian had a smile on her face has she looked at the furious Veronica storming out of the house "Who is she??"she asked Ben "Oh that's Miss Veronica,she is Monti's business partner"he replied

brought me here. Tybalt had been waiting here? What sort of arrangement did he have with the man who brought me here? "You were the one who insisted on not making any suspicious movements." "That doesn't give you an excuse to not be here on time. I paid you remember? And it would have been risky and suspicious for me to be gone for so long just around the time the princess disappeared." Tybalt's voice angrily stated again. "I had to take a route that's different from the original route. Anyone could have guessed I had someone locked up in the back." The other man argued. "That's enough. Let's not waste more time. Are you sure you weren't followed?" Tybalt asked. "Are you?" The other man fir

"Dig in, honey, it's got to be good." Love... Darling... Honey.. seriously, all these nicknames and every single one makes my heart skip a beat. Is this guy really like this though when he's in love? Well I guess we all have sides we have yet to see, and Tybalt's surprisingly the hopeless romantic type. Or am I wrong? "I'm drowning..." "Hm?" "You're so deep in your thoughts, you haven't spoken a word since we got here," —his voice sounded unsure— "are you sure you're okay?"

Daven came to the Shylock room where shylock was eating a bunch of grapes and drinking vine. Shylock saw him and said him to sit. Daven said, ‘it is very difficult to take her because she is with a group and the people of the group are our soldiers. Shylock didn’t understand, he asked Daven, ‘why our soldiers are involved with them?’ Daven told him, ‘because our king provides service to the boy named Ricardo by giving him, soldiers and personal lady doctor.’ Shylock thought that why did he ask for a lady doctor?

I spotted Ian Greco in his usual front row position, looking like Christmas had come early. _*]:min-w-0"> Tybalt stood in the center of the marked circle, his expression carved from stone and fury. When he saw me instead of Ronan, confusion flickered across his features before settling back into rage. _*]:min-w-0"> "Where's Montague?" _*]:min-w-0"> "Indisposed. I'm his designated representative for this challenge." I gave my best theatrical bow. "Mercutio Escalus, at your service. Bronze medalist, class clown, and your entertainment for the afternoon."

Then he stood and walked to the clear banister with the silver railing and turned his back toward me. "Montague?" he asked, looking out onto the city's lights. "I don't suppose Shakespeare wrote a play about your family?" "Different Montagues, I believe." He turned around, his arms crossed over his chest. The position pulled the seams of his shirt, straining them against his shoulders. "As in Montague Corporation—tobacco." "Yes."

, Kevin says. "Oh Romeo, Romeo. Why aren't here, Romeo? Deny the father and reuse the name; or if that will not swear to be love, and I'll no longer be Capulet.", I whisper, then continue, "This is the name of my enemy. This art itself, though not a Montague. What's a Montague? It's neither hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, to be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by another name, would smell as sweet. So Romeo would- were he not Romeo called- retain that dear perfection which he owns without that title. Romeo, remove the name, and for that name, which is no part of these, take all myself.", I say with passion.

he said, recognizing the line from Much Ado About Nothing. "Far better that than Kate to your Petruchio," she said. "That I believe did go too far. How fortunate it was a play within a play." "Also, you are hardly a shrew, nor would I wish to tame you," he said. There were far more pleasant things that he wished to do with her, but unfortunately they would have to wait until they were married. He glanced around, his eye gliding past Miss Bingley who had a pinched expression. "I have had far too much experience with genuine shrews and termagants to ever so misjudge you. Beatrice rarely drew blood with her wit."