Hamlet Novels & Stories

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

It resembled a fedora and panama. My mouth became as dry as a desert and my eyes surveyed the scene, hoping that it didn't look so bad because I was afraid of what he would do. It looked bad. Everything was a mess and what I once prided myself in, I suddenly hated and feared my foolish actions as Octavious stood at the door, his face stoic but his eyes giving everything away.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Then when she agrees I will kill her in front of her brother. “ Here he is sir” the door flung open and the boney boy wearing dirty ragged looking clothes stepped into the room with his head down. His red hair is a mess and you can smell his rotting clothes and bad breath miles away. “ Hmmm, I have a very important role for you.” I grinned sitting on the desk “ what is that?” He mumbled coughing up whatever gross disease he’s managed to catch in the cellar

Juliet asks Aunty Stella who seemed short of words. "Shhh, don't say that again, " Aunty Stella who finally found her voice speaks. "But, Aunty. On a serious note, Raphael doesn't look like anyone in the family. He looks like a half-caste and just now Alexandra mentioned that and you didn't say a word." Juliet says with a raised eyebrow.

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

"Sean I am really sorry for what I did. If I could go back then I would trust you without any doubt. But how are you alive?" "Didn't expect me to uh? One thing is for sure Senorita, just like Amelia is dead and Isabella is here similarly the old Sean is dead. You see here?" He said pointing at his heart, "it's cold and dead." I know I deserve his hatred so I couldn't say anything even if I wanted to. He stood up and also helped me stand up. I think he is still bipolar. Well that didn't change over the years!

He asked in confusion, “You fainted just now, but you can run now. Were you faking it?” Kaitlyn’s face turned red. She stammered, “B-because I’m really worried about you, that’s why I suddenly have the energy.” I reached out to touch the blood on Kaitlyn. I smelled my finger. “It’s tomato sauce.” “No, this is a misunderstanding.” Kaitlyn was anxious. She explained while moving back. “You bitch! You dare to lie to me!” Aaron slapped Kaitlyn. With his brute force, Kaitlyn stumbled as blood oozed out from the corner of her mouth.

Dominic ran through the dense forest for what seemed like hours. His throat was dry and his mouth was parched. The men in armored trucks were closing in on him. He took one last step, but his feet got caught in a trap and he went flying into a pit. He felt around him; he could feel hands and bodies pressed up against him. With the help of the moonlight, he squinted for a better view. The pit was full of dead bodies. A sea of faces with eyes that stared into space. Decaying flesh was all around him... And suddenly, all he could smell was death, so much death.

After King Marcellus was blinded by the power that Purple Smoke gave, he went back to Saortias as a completely different person–more cruel, more arrogant and more desperate as ever. He totally forgot that Purple Smoke was his real enemy. Instead, his hatred and jealousy had ascended to the highest level.