Hamlet Novels & Stories

The guards outside Lenato's room began to run towards the door to secure their Duke. "Damn, looks like that's my queue!" William returned the letter to Lenato's pocket and hurried to escape via the window. But he was stopped in his tracks as he heard the footsteps outside of their room begin to fall silent, followed by a clash of swords and then a loud thud. It was so quick that William didn't hear the guards yelling for help. Instead, they fell with a whimper.

Rachel mumbled trying to console herself. Alex left the place wandering around the neighborhood in Oxford, Walking to the train station which was about an hour, he did not feel tired, rather he felt energetic, after he managed to buy a ticket back to Cambridge, he sat on the train like an empty husk, he thought about what the man had said, although he did not want to believe, he had no choice but to believe.

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

Taking the book from Alma, she found a passage from William Shakespeare's Hamlet; "To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them." To be or not to be Queen, that is the question. She read the passage out loud to Alma, "To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—" She was cut off by the Prince who had entered the room and finished the passage for her,

The man love to suck up to his master, willing to do anything as long as the king orders him too. I smiled. A loyal dog, servant only to its master? Yeah, I could see the resemblance. Among all of us, Hamlet is like an on-command servant. He would do anything if the king ordered him to. He would do anything just to pleased the king. That's the kind of man he is. And that's what makes him dangerous. "A loyal dog?" I scoffed, "Yeah, I could definitely see it in him. A loyal dog," I said. "Have they seen you already?" she said, leaning against the post right by the door crossing her arms.

My tummy sank. With great caution not to wake Dorian, I got out of bed and padded towards the study. I stopped as I opened the door. The contract had disappeared. And in its place? One black chess piece only. THE KING. A shiver slid down my back. My scheme was known to someone. And they were engaged in personal play.

“It’s not true. I didn’t mean to. I j-just wanted t-t-the Luna t-to be fine. That’s all!” “Is it?” Kailin drew a sharp breath. “How is it possible that you merely fed some herbs to the Queen without anyone knowing? How do you expect me to believe that you meant no harm.” “I am your mother, Kailin.” “Stepmother,” the man corrected through gritted teeth. “I cannot hurt you or the Queen. It is impossible.” “I can’t do this right now.” Aspen noticed how he quickly closed his eyes and remained still for seconds. He usually did that when his wolf energy tried to take over him. When he opened his eyes, he hollered, “Guards! Take this woman away!”

"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.

For a brief moment, she thought of Henry—an ephemeral thought that vanished as soon as her lips uttered the first words of the book, capturing Frederick's attention. "In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life, whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows doth with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love and the continuance of their parents' rage, which, but their children's end, nought could remove, i

Ophelia Maine's POV Ophelia Maine—the queen of the stage, myself was known for my excessive beauty. Upon marrying a man who's quite famous, I even gained more attention from the media. But truly.. no one has ever wondered why such a queen would be a narcissist, and obsessed with fame, except for my lovely daughter. "Mommy, why do you like attention so much?" A cute, little 7 year old Charlotte Maine asked. We were currently in my room, about to go to bed when my darling suddenly asked me that question.