Books Like Romeo And Juliet Novels & Stories

Mrs Romero announce that we would be reading the book, Romeo and Juliet. Hmmmn, one of my favourite Shakespearean books. Rita didn't seem to be excited with the book because according to her Love was never tragic. To her, it was all rainbows and sunshine and Unicorns. I rolled my eyes at her. Oh Rita, you naive little bunny. You have no idea. We analyzed the book on the surface and I chipped in one or two things about my take on the tragic book. Lately I have become more confident in class and people began to stop seeing me as the loser ever since the news of Christian calling Bethany out went viral.

he called and then held the door open for us to walk in. Hannah pulled the note out again, giving it a brief skim. "I'll be in the back experiencing betrayal, death, heartbreak, and tragic love. All that is not mine to behold," Hannah breathed out heavily as she walked to the back of the library. She looked at all the titles above the shelves as she walked and then she stopped at the leisure reading section. English literature. "I don't think she meant Garret was in here." Hannah moved to the Shakespeare section and pulled out a book. "Romeo and Juliet." She flipped through the pages of the book and then slid the book back on the shelf when she found nothing. She looked again carefully and t

She asked. Tristan showed her the cover of the book. It was a literature text. Arms and the Man by Bernard Shaw. “You’re eleven.” She chuckled softly in disbelief. Tristan laughed. “It doesn’t matter. I like reading a lot. Mostly literature books.” “You’ve read Romeo and Juliet then?”. She guessed. “Yeah. I’ve read the Alchemist as well and uh pride and prejudice.” He said. “Wow." Ellie said. "I’m impressed.” “Why, thank you Mrs Sandoval.” He sent her a lopsided grin.

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

Heaving a long and drawn-out sigh, Roselle lifted her face and her eyes swept through the large library. The five books she had chosen were unexpectedly all about the vampire empire's history. She would love to delve more into their history as she was curious to know, but at that moment, her curiosity about her husband's past was way stronger that she had actually wished she could just find a book personally dedicated just about him. Roselle thought that if there ever was a book that contained the details of Romeo's secrets and of his past, the book should be looking like… her eyes just wandered around for minutes as if she were looking for something.

" Oh! Romeo, Romeo, thou rejected part of me Here I kneeleth beside thee Thy bleeding piece of earth How I wish I could curseth thy death And bring back thy precious soul Thy blood that feedeth the thirsty soil Can't we travel past this time And go back to the day we met To plan our escape to the ends of the world For the elements of life have conspired against our word How did life taketh so long to bring us together? We would have had a lot of memories to gather" " Romeo, can't you please give me just one last word, just one word to tell me what do I do next", those were the words Julius said as he was kneeling beside the lifeless body of Romeo. He and Romeo met before they graduated at hi

Gloomy daylight floods the atrium as I scanned the entire place for any clue. “How will we find a clue here?” I murmured under my breath. Each clue was proven tougher to find than the last. The clues were easy. It’s finding them that’s hard. Jace grabbed my hand, tugging me with him through an aisle between two shelves. “Do you know what Gail’s favorite book is?” he asked, the large space magnifying his deep voice. “Hm, Romeo and Juliet?” That Shakespeare’s classic had been at her bedside table every time I’d sleep over.

She’s speechless. I merely recap, verbatim, “The descent into darkness by an antihero in Macbeth. The comedic relief of Much Ado About Nothing. The intensity of Othello. The romanticism and tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, of course. And the magical fantasy of The Tempest. Then... There’s the madness of Hamlet.” “I—” Words apparently fail her. So I give a shrug and modestly say, “They’re not first editions or from the original Globe, but they are from the Globe.”

I smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'm feeling pumped! Let's do this!" Roy grinned. "Thats the spirit. Now, pick a play so we can start practicing." I nodded, my eyes returning to the book. I flipped through the pages, inspecting each play carefully. I flipped the page again, and my eyes landed on it. "This," I said, jabbing a finger to the paper. Roy looked at the book and his eyes brightened. "Romeo and Juliet? That's a good choice."

I laughed and sighed, "Knock it off Romeo." I grabbed my notebook and getting out of the car, did a brief check to make sure my black polo shirt was tucked into the jeans I was wearing. The jeans were more than a little tight and the shirt showed off the arms I'd built up playing football the last two years. All in all I thought I looked pretty good. Whether I was showing off for Kim or in some vain hope Miss Ross checked out young guys was up for debate, but one way or another I was happy with the result. I'd also sprayed on some Wings cologne for a little extra effect and after running my fingers through my hair, walked up to Miss Ross's door and rang the bell.