Holy Sonnet 10 Novels & Stories

He barely remembers on how Alice told him about the ten-letter gifts for him then Mike cried he can't help his emotion his inspiration for gifting Angel the ten letters are from Alice the ideas and the concept he did this for a purpose because he knows that soon he will be gone and he would like to leave a memory with Angel. The ten letters gift suppose for him that idea from Alice while he is near he sees that Rose and Angel are on the balcony then he parked his car and goes out with the hourglass as Angel notices the hourglass she's curious about it but for Rose, as she keeps staring at it she then remembers where this came from and the owner of this thing.

Jon had no idea what his client looked like and could not remember talking to him. "Dante… Dante…" Jon murmured as he recalled the 14th century Italian writer and his Divine Comedy. There were three parts to the epic poem, but for some reason, Jon only thought of the first one – Inferno. The images of hell flooded his mind – tormented souls that reside in the nine circles of hell. For a moment, he thought he could hear cries of anguish and pain as well as see writhing bodies amidst the red flames and scorching heat.

My husband, Gideon Huber, always thought of himself as a saint. He capitalized on my sacrifices to enhance his own reputation. In my previous life, I was beaten to death by a homeless man he had sponsored, and the baby I was carrying died as well. Gideon had rushed to the scene, wailing in grief, but his words were laced with bitter irony. "Why did you resist? If you had just complied, you wouldn't have died. Now that you're dead, what will people think of me?"

It was quiet for a moment. Then, the man burst into shrill, deranged laughter. “What a joke! You’re the son of the owners of this place? If you are, then I’m the king of the world!” The man laughed so hard that he was shaking all over. He pointed a finger at me and said, “Listen, punk, you shouldn’t mess around so much. Although I’ve never met the guy, Professor Corleone told me her son is a king among men. He’s studying abroad! He doesn’t wear no-name trash like you! I’ve met a lot of your kind. You think you can pretend to be rich and powerful just because you’re not as good as others. Do you really think that will get you anywhere?”

He glared at me and shouted, "Didn't I tell you to keep this a secret? Why did you tell Dad? So the divorce was just an excuse—you just don't want to raise the child." "Insolent fool! Watch your tongue!" Peter's face turned red with fury as he pointed at Edward and scolded, "I turned a blind eye to your affair with Daisy, but that doesn't mean I'll indulge your every whim. Stella is your rightful wife, and only your children with her have the right to inherit the company." "Dad! Stella still hasn't gotten pregnant. She's probably infertile! Daisy may come from humble origins, but she has a pure heart and a noble character—something Stella could never compare to."

The day had started peacefully. He might even say he felt a little ecstasy swimming in his veins when he reminded himself of his ultimate plans for the day. He hummed to the tune 'A Hymn to God the Father' by John Donne and his gait got a skip in the step and a few snapping of fingers here and there when he reached, "I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun My last thread, I shall perish on the shore; But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son

There was a hint of pride in his voice but Proserpina can feel nothing… only the weight of overwhelming grief, just as thousands of other souls had before her when the god of the underworld planted a kiss on her forehead. “…And dearest daughter of mine, you shall forever be nothing more than which you ruled.” . . . “One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.” –John Donne