Hamlet Novels & Stories

Hamlet uttered but just when he looked up, Aiden uttered in a deadly calm voice, "I dare you. Touch him." Hamlet stopped at his track and knitted his brows, "Aiden, he is Cannon’s son. Your.." "My life." Aiden took Ryan in his arms and faced Hamlet again, "Don't provoke me. I am not Cannon to have morality. And you know it well." Their heated conversation got broken when Ryan caught the sight of Cannon looking at them already and called aloud, "Dad?" Hamlet turned only to face the deadly glare of Cannon with Jace standing behind.

I put my ankle on a pillow and I slept off. When I woke up, an unfamiliar maid was in the room. "Who are you and where is Lily?" "I'm your new maid and I don't know who Lily is" "Lily is my friend. Who the hell assigned you to me" "The king did" I looked at Noir. "I do not need another maid. I want Lily" "Lily cannot be here. She's serving her punishment" but Thane told me he wasn't going to punish her. "I want to speak to Thane"

Emilia raises her head to look at Liam who seemed to be as confused as she was if not more. “ It’s Hailey. She did this, I’m sure of it.” Emilia said as she made her way into the room. The king sized bed was covered with rose petals. The petals flowed to a door that seemed to be the door to the bathroom. Wanting to see what was behind the door, Emilia opened it. The huge bathtub was also filled with rose petals. Jesus! Emilia felt heat rise up to her face. Going back to the room, she saw that Liam was already putting the candles off. The room looked romantic, too romantic.

"I am now." We stayed like that for a long moment, a silent acknowledgment of the violence that underpinned our fragile peace. The king had defended his fortress, and now he was returning to his queen. He stood, pulling me to my feet. He led me to the desk, his eyes falling on the open copy of Hamlet.

" Even though she had moved away, I could still feel her arms about me and her touch on my face. The significance of Hamlet's words had a greater impact on me than the collision with Holder's automobile: "To sleep, perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: There's the respect, That makes calamity of so long a life." I was under the impression that the only thing that truly counted was making sure Sharon was safe. The time has come to find out what happens next.

Max’s fate had been written in stone the moment he fell for someone as fickle as Ophelia. How ironic. Ophelia in Hamlet ended up going mad and drowning. Even her name was a harbinger of bad luck. And she was exactly that for me. My bad luck. My downfall. My nemesis. The night everything imploded flashed by. The night she turned eighteen. The night she first shifted. The same night she almost killed my step-mother.

"A man who was primed to be a leader but had such distaste for the plebians. I especially liked it as well." "You should read King Lear," Ryan said, buttering his toast. "It's about a mad King," "Insanity and royalty," Olivia said knowingly with a glance at Titan. "Love to see how he made those two concepts work side by side." "Hamlet remains my favorite," Maya chipped in. Ryan shook his head. "Too morose please," "I quite like it too," Olivia said with a smile. "Death and royalty. A man who had everything in a royal household but was capable of being a cold-blooded assassin." She said with a pointed look at Titan.

". It is a denial of his final, most deeply felt wish." Finally, he faced Harrison Grey, the oldest, most traditionalist of them all. "You called it a romantic tragedy, Harrison. You are wrong. It is a Shakespearean drama, and you are the shortsighted lords conspiring against the king's decree. And in every single one of those plays, the conspirators fail." The silence in the room was complete, profound. The storm had not blown over; it had been diverted, and now it was pent up inside the man standing at the head of the table. They had arrived to remove a scandal-damaged heir. They were facing a wrathful king.

“He just has this insane attitude of disobeying me. I knew it was Denis but he wouldn’t believe me! He messed things up for himself not for me!” “I don’t understand, Denis? You mean his wife, was the one you saw, thought she was dead.” Odin graced his butler with a fiery glance and grumbled, “Adam you are too old and you are too slow for my liking, didn’t you get the little logic?” He hissed and his lips twisted in a dangerous smile. “Denis’ descendant, reincarnation....how sweet. It should be nice killing her again....” He laughed sardonically.