Hamlet Novels & Stories

That night, Manello died and for a long time he thought that, maybe, if he would have gone along, nothing bad would have happened and Manello would still be alive. “I know you’re upset; I understand you. You’ re furious. But don’t you dare mention Manello’s name,” there was no thing that upset Hamlet more than someone mentioning his deceased younger brother in a bad way. “I’m sorry. I’m in deep shit, Hamlet. I don’t know how to get out of this. It’s like I’ve got a sumo wrestler on my chest constantly, not letting me breathe. Keeping me from moving.” “It’s called love, dear cousin. I’ve been there. You’re lucky you have a pretty

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?"

The banners of the Wolfgang Pack fluttered against the pale wind, the howls of scouts echoing faintly in the distant forest. Inside the manor’s west wing, Hamlet stood before his mirror, fastening his chest plate. His reflection looked like a stranger — dark eyes heavy with guilt, jaw tense with unspoken apologies. The same hands that once teased his little sister, once guided her sword grip, had also been raised against her. He closed his eyes. Margaux.

she thought to herself while the pictures of the wrath of their communities after hearing the news was playing in her mind. While she was still in those deep thoughts, Romeo entered the hut and she did not even noticed that someone was inside. Romeo looked at her sister and he noticed that she had something in her mind. He cleared his throat in an attempt to let her know that someone was inside the hut. Zamantungwa looked at his direction and she showed a disgusted expression. " Why are you looking at me like that" Romeo asked seemed surprised." I don't know, maybe it's because you are a gay", Zamantungwa replied ignorantly. "I'm a gay? Romeo asked exhibiting a serious look. " Yes, Romeo you

I couldn't ignore the sick feeling in my stomach as I got in. ∞ My heart was beating loudly in my chest as I walked down the dirty and wet hallway. I could hear water dripping from an empty pipe while the lights flickered. I couldn't really see anything. "I'm coming, Alexei," I mumbled to myself as I gripped my phone. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw a large man standing at the end of the hallway. "You came, my love!" his voice was familiar and it was sickening in real life. I placed my hand on my thigh where I had hidden my pistol. "Where is my husband?" I glared at him as I approached him.

He sighed and walked downstairs aiming to kitchen. On the way, he saw a figure , a white figure to be exact walking to kitchen with a torch light in her hand taking two steps forward and glancing back checking whether someone is watching her or not. From the place Ansif watched it, the face of the person was not clear and only one thing ran through his mind. 'I need to fire this stupid securities.Good for nothing!' He ran to his room taking a black blanket , covering himself with it, he went behind the person without making any noise to see what is the intruder's aim for breaking in to his house.

Adam turns to me and Amelia shaking in the corner than back at Anthony. "I thought you would never hurt your wife, but here I see you about to kill in front of her and your apparent daughter, that doesn't scream father slash husband of the year" he says in a rather calm voice, which didn't make any sense, Anthony turns to look at Amelia and me still shaking in the corner.

Beta Alfred moved to the microphone and stated, “I, Alfred Hemming, pass the title of beta to my son, Lucas Hemming.” Luke moved forward toward the mic. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept the title of beta from my father, Alfred Hemming.” They pressed their palms together in the same way that my father and I had. Once they separated, the crowd, once again, cheered. Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him.

His eyes were steady and very grey and held something she'd never seen in them before: the specific quality of a man waiting to be destroyed by something he's said. The omelet was burning.