In Fair Verona Where We Lay Our Scene นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rosaline said trying to badmouth about Arabella, "She’s not as innocent as she appears, actually she..." "I don’t care if she’s innocent or not, since you and your family's innocence already came out, but you, Mrs. Bellchester, you're clearly uneducated and lacking in any sense of decency, behaving like a thug rather than someone from a good family," Veronica’s piercing remark silenced Rosaline instantly, no matter what Rosaline tried to say, Veronica isn't in a situation to hear as she clearly got annoyed because of her and her useless blames on Arabella.

The very next morning I was informed that the lady knights of our troupe went out on a killing venture last night and came back sick with mild fevers. And the playfulness in my eyes no longer shone with the mirth that they did last night during Gilbert's reporting. "Sire, what do we do now?" Gilbert, for the first time in a while looked a bit flustered. "Let's go pay the ladies a visit." I said in a taciturn voice. "But Sire.... What if you get infected due to the contact...?" His voice trailed off in a low humming tone when he saw my eyes and he knew when he was to shut his mouth up.

"Good night, Elvira." "Good night, Vittore."

"So your strategic conclusion is to simply allow them to traffic my mother across global borders?" "No," Lorenzo responded smoothly, stepping into her immediate shadow. "Our optimal strategy is to execute the exact protocol they expect us to run." Her brows knitted together in confusion. "Clarify the geometry." "We board the transport. We go to Venice." Three days later... Venice, Italy. The silver moonlight danced beautifully across the dark, rippling waters of the Grand Canal. The melodic laughter of tourists drifted over the ancient brick pathways as gondolas glided seamlessly beneath the shadows of historic bridges. To the casual civilian eye, it appeared to be the ultimate sanctuary for

Eve dragged Cathy to the stage, the light is on Eve. "Good day everyone, my name is Eve Jeremy, and I am here to tell you a story, a story about Romeo and Juliet, they are from a different world, and her parents are rich why his parents are nobody, what is she going to do when they are to marry her off to someone else, this drama will be an act by my mom and dad, so sit and watch."

The first thing that caught Vero’s eye were three giant crystal chandeliers illuminating a room with carved walls. This place didn’t look like a dark underground chamber at all, but rather like a magnificent hall in a prosperous kingdom. The marble floor shimmered, and the pillars, seamlessly integrated with the walls, were intricately carved and beautiful in detail. She was standing on a balcony, two staircases on either side winding down to the hall where many people had gathered. They all looked up almost simultaneously toward her as she appeared. Standing beside her, Josh spread his arms and shouted, “I present you! Verona Windward!”

“Just like you.” Ella didn’t turn to look at her husband, who hadn’t seen the painting before that night. “Thank you,” she said. “Life is beautiful.” She gave him a subtle smile and then walked away, leaving him behind her. That’s where she’d need him to be for a while--in the shadows, supporting her without anyone truly knowing the depth of their relationship. Ella Verona might be the girl from the tomb, but Juliet Montague was the girl on the beach, the one who would burst into the lives of all of these fancy rich people, take their breath away, and their money, and put her life back in order the way it should’ve been before the Veronas, Sinders, and Carons came along to mess it up.

“For now, rest. Eat. Let your horses recover. We’ll prepare for our journey, and when the time comes, you’ll be among the first summoned.” “Thank you,” Verona says and bows again. “We’ll be ready.” “The witches are already circling,” I reply. “They’re done hiding.” I glance toward the village, where smoke begins to rise from the morning hearths, and the sun breaks fully over the horizon. Today, everything changes. Again.

"The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog’s tooth." -William Shakespeare ---- (Vera) I woke up to the hushed whispers and shuffling footsteps. My head pounded as I rubbed my eyes with a wince. It was a terrible, terrible night and I had no one to blame but myself. After Mateo walked out and flew away, leaving my stomach in tangled knots, I almost got caught, but I was quicker than and got away, of course, after stealing the eye of Sabius, once again.

Siana smiled slyly as she warned Verona about what was about to come and how she was going to ruin her life. Verona just laid there trying to get up but was hit too hard and couldn’t get up anymore. The anger in her eyes was still very strong and annoyed her that she couldn’t do anything.