Benvolio Montague Novels & Stories

ROSALINE So, I got to know that Vincenzo, Bianca's husband was Alexei's cousin and the head of the Italian mafia. It explained the different accent she had. Not to mention that Vincenzo and Alexei had almost the same behavior. It was frustrating, to be honest. We had already spent about three hours at this party and I was getting tired already. Alexei had gone with Vlad, Igor and Vincenzo to talk about 'business.'

– if my father hurts your mother, I won’t be able to look at you. - Romeo. You are not to blame for your father's actions, as much as I of my father's actions, but if your father hurts my mother, this war will not end and will only get worse. - What can we do? – Romeo asks to Baltazar. - You can't do anything except pray. Only a miracle can solve this mess. But as I said, there are no certainties – Baltazar trusted the spy. If he said she was the queen, she was certainly the queen.

“And you, I presume, would be the dashing young man who would be a hard catch. You’d tell the old hags—” “Old bats,” he corrected. “Oh, sorry. But you’d tell the old bats that you weren’t ready to settle down and take responsibility of a wife and family because there was so much world out there for you to explore, and so many women for you to charm.” Monte’s gaze swung to her. Dramatically, he gasped and clutched his chest as he stepped back. “Oh, Breanna—” She arched an eyebrow. “That’s Countess Loveland to you, sir.”

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.

The actors are too good to not demand attention. "You like it, don't you?" I ask, resting a hand under my chin as I watch him. "No, I don't," he says but his eyes don't leave the stage. He shifts a little closer as if to watch more closely when Romeo climbs over the balcony and cups Juliet's face between his hands. I smile to myself. Never did I expect to be watching this Shakespearean drama with Xavier Everest. We are more suited for Macbeth. It wasn't my first choice either. Rose gave me the idea, saying that it will bother her brother and get me some much-needed entertainment.

Plus, my old school had already covered this curriculum months ago. "Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage,

“That’s what I’ve become.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Elena prepares to move against the remaining hidden enemies, a messenger arrives from the outer provinces – bearing news: **”The man claiming to be the true Montrose patriarch… has taken a city. And people are calling him the Phoenix King”**

“Look how she leans against her friend. Oh, what would I give to swap places with her. Ginevra, oh, Ginevra mia, deny your father and refuse your name. Or, if you will not, then swear your love for me, and I’ll no longer be a Capoletti!” “It’s only your name that is my enemy. But what is a Montecco? It’s not a hand, not a foot, an arm, or a face, as good as any other name. What is a name anyway? Wouldn’t a rose not smell as sweet even if we were to call her by any other name? My name doesn’t mean anything to me. Just strip it from me, like you are supposed to take all of me in matrimony. Just call me love, and I’ll be newly baptized as it is the only name that matters to me.” The spectators

Oh, her lips are tasty. Me- Shut up! I’m kiss my mate. Duke- I don’t get my mate for a while. Let me taste her a little. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Anderson rolls his eyes. “Balthasar, Benedick, Cassius, Fenton, Hortensio, Hamlet, Malcolm.” “What, are you reading a list?” Carter asks. Duke- Anderson is not smart enough to know all of those off the top of his head. If he is, I retract my dumbass comment.

A caveman because Tybalt took the first option. "He has a way with words, doesn't he," said Tybalt. "Trust me. I didn't marry him because of his brains," said Kali grabbing my crotch. I could see Tybalt and a couple of the Shi blush. These people have not seen a lot of action in a long time (I don't mean that in a sexual way). "This way." "Are the floors hand-polished?" "Why yes. Done by the best maids in the kingdoms."