Benvolio Montague Novels & Stories

He just ate his food and agreed with everything Bianca was saying as if he didn't care his son was getting married. My mother left early as she was feeling tired and Bianca went outside for some fresh air, She mentioned that she loved Alessandro's garden so she would probably be staying out there for a while. Which means I'm now left with Alessandro and Antonio alone. "Have you given this slut an engagement ring yet? Antonio chuckled and I saw Alessandro's jaw clench at his harsh words towards me. That fucking bastard before Alessandro could defend me, I spoke up. "What the fuck did you just call me?!" I shouted getting up from my seat.

Matteo smirked, "You're bluffing." "Are you sure about that?" Matteo showed the screen of his phone showing a photo of an old man and woman along with their two children tied up, kneeling on the floor, guns to their heads. "In just a signal of my hand, those bullets will go straight through their heads. No one messes with a Moretti, Franco. You should have known better. Let her fucking go, now."

Still, she is no closer to finding the truth. She reflected on her findings and concluded that she suspected two things might have happened. Her first hunch: Duke Lenato is a prideful man. Behind Lenato's friendly facade is a man who seeks his glory. With her experience with the Duke, he hates it when others overshadow him. In this case, the Silverhand is the most favored of the citizens. The Princess thought that the Duke and his son, Rolfe, poisoned the vials to kill their rival family. But the Lenato had an alibi; the vials they gave were sealed and locked. Her agents confirmed this as well.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

“It’s about lady Isabella, Sirs” “What about Isabella?” “It’s just… I heard through the grape vine that she’s now engaged to marry Lucus D’Amico and his brothers, Sir” “WHAT!” “Yes Sir” “NO” roars Antonio, Angelo, Vincent and Lucia. Each of them now seeing red. A bullet now hitting the poor man within his head as he moves to drop dead upon the floor. His blood now painting the floor in a crimson color. “FIND. THEM. NOW! And someone come clean up this mess”

Forgive me my lord but he was wagging his tongue when he got here so I decided to give him a resetting touch " " You did will ,I will give you a good reward very soon " " Thank you My lord " " Now were did we stop " " Please your majesty am sorry ,I was blinded by greed ,I loved Olivia all my life but she kept rejecting me , I tried so many times to show her how much I loved her but she Always reject my advances towards her ,so I plot with her father and we sent the man she loved so much to the battle field ,he had no experience in fighting but we promised to get him married to Olivia when he returns from the battle field , he didn't know he was going to be killed by his own men everything w

"Of course I do! But I want him to take action. Not just calling me and saying sorry and all that. I need proof that he actually cares for me," "Right. And in the meantime, you and Judah are..." "Are nothing!” I said loudly. “You know our deal, we're just... eating cake," Hallee took a deep breath and sighed. "What?" I snorted. "Taya, listen to me. In Romeo and Juliet, there's this comic figure and his name is Mercutio. Turns out, Mercutio is more than just a comic and he was such an interesting character that Shakespeare removed him in Act III because he threatens to overpower Romeo's character in personality and importance," she rambled on suddenly.

"She was a child. She didn't know what she was doing or asking for." "My Principessa was far wiser than her years," Romeo answers, "She knew what she wanted and got it, and she was rarely ever wrong when she did such. Still, your reasons are valid and also why I had chosen you as her betrothed. Many people would jump at the opportunity to have ties with the Italian Mafia and yet, you hesitate because you truly care for her, and I know you don't fake it because I know you, Alexander Wolfe. I know you more than you even know yourself."

Juveline ignored the comment of her little sister as she was assigned to the headbutler to announce their arrival. “ The 1st and 2nd born daughter of the Headmaster Perol Monteverde has arrived. Juveline Monteverde and Davia Monteverde '' After the butler announced their arrival the door slowly opened and the 2 long lines of servants greeted them and at the end of the path that 2 lines of servants created the two families of battle of succession are patiently waiting for them.

But this only made the older Montague smirk. Attempting to bite back to her brother’s remarks, she replied, “Well at least I actually have the courage to ask for them. Unlike you who can’t even pick an emotion over a person.” She scoffed after and her comment made the older Montague choke in his saliva. Then they bickered again, back and forth— just like old times as Hestia continued to fill up the form.