Full Text As You Like It Novels & Stories

It that alright? Reuben: (Still with his disdainful glare… slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt) An Author who had succeeded in selling out the Female lead’s chastity: ……… ‘Nice, now let’s see who will dare not vote for the next coming chapters.’

you're not supposed to cry highness unless your true to your word" "You're the one who made fun of me did you see that I am serious but you're just don't want to accept it, you don't want to, because… you're afraid that maybe I could hurt you only. But you can't you see that I'm the one you've been hurting here. Please, my lady, Choose me and I will give everything to you, my power, my possession, my love, all of it just to say the word."

“After that. Something about being diseased?” “He will hang upon him like a disease?” I furrowed my brow. “Are you saying Kam is hanging on me like a disease? Will I wish for the pestilence that runs presently mad?” Kimia giggled at how well I can quote that play. It is my favorite, and every author should have a favorite Shakespeare play. “Yes! Except I’m the one who wishes you’d caught the pestilence known as Nate instead of my brother if it means watching the two of you makeout all the fucking time!”

Thankfully he stopped. "Why you don't to? Why is it you're letting him kiss you? Why don't you let me kiss you?" His words were strong and sound insulting. I stared at him with daggers eyes. If staring sharply at someone can kill, he's probably be dead by now and so am I. "I don't like your kisses." I boldly say even though the truth is I want to experience how he kisses. "Don't like, huh?!"

But instead, he simply sighed, a defeated sound that echoed in the room. "You... How can you say all this? I have been nothing but sincere and truthful with you. Right from the very first day we met again, I have been nothing but sincere and open with how I feel about you. I reached out to you immediately after that night and apologized for breaking up with you out of the blue back when we were still in college. When you started working for me as Chloe's nanny, I was sincere and confessed my feelings for you almost immediately I recognized that I still had feelings for you. You... You were the one who insisted that we remain nothing but employer and employee and then after kissing me like tw

“Silly, I’ll return your share of your fortune to you once I’ve gotten all of Elena’s assets.” “Aaron, you’re my hero! “But you can’t fall in love with her. She looks quite similar to me. I’m worried…” Aaron snorted. “I always brought you to my bedroom that I share with her, asked you to put on her nightgown, and made love to you on the bed I share with her. Do you know why?” “Why?” “Because I hope when I’m with her, I can pretend that she’s you. It feels less miserable that way.”

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.”

The billionaires heirs Third-person POV... "No, thank you," Ashley says. The atmosphere turns awkward and Ashley quickly looks away from him. "Take some rest; you look tired," Ashley says after a few minutes. When Ashley looked at Adrian, he had a smug smile on his face. "Okay," he agreed and he stood up. He walks toward the table, pulls out one of William Shakespeare's books and hands it to Ashley. She takes it and reads the title, A Midsummer Night's Dream and then looks at Adrian, confused. He walks to the other side of the bed, removes his shoes and socks, and then flips on the bed.

Livia: I did AS: What is it that you want? Livia: You

"I don't believe it, Lydia. I don't believe everything between us—the way you looked at me, cared for me—was fake. Even if you lied with your words, your eyes never did." I snorted. "Does it matter anymore? It's over. Or are you just trying to prove you're still irresistible?" He shook his head desperately. "I just want to know if you ever loved me." I didn't hesitate. "Never. Everything between us began with an agreement with Mrs. Miller. I was with you to repay a debt of gratitude. That's all it ever was. Our relationship started with obligation. How could there be love?" His face turned paler with every word, but I no longer cared how he took it. All I wanted now was closure and to be fre