Lady Macbeth: A Novel Novels & Stories

"She's my coursemate. But I don't understand...why did you have her photo?" Lady Macbeth's face fell. "She's my daughter Riley, you asked about her in the fair remember?." Claude's brow knitted in confusion, and she really met her in person. "I don't really remember Claude said" "Oh, it's fine," She said dismayed. But Claude wasn't satisfied with that answer. She had a million questions, but Lady Macbeth seemed to be shutting down. "I'm sorry to have bothered you," she said, standing up from the desk. "I should probably go."

Waiting for orders. And in that moment, I knew we'd won something important. Not the whole fight. But this battle. Because now everyone was watching. The explosion came from the north entrance. Not a physical explosion. Magical. Ice and power and rage that sent wolves scrambling for cover. Lady Macbeth strode into the ballroom like a queen returning to her kingdom. Her hands crackled with stolen power. Her eyes held madness barely contained. And her smile was the kind that promised death. "Did you really think," she said, voice amplified by magic, "that exposing documents would stop this? That showing proof would make powerful wolves suddenly care about dead children?"

With a deep breath, she pushed the doors open and stepped inside, closing them behind her. The room was magnificent, a perfect blend of warmth and elegance that felt entirely at odds with everything she’d been told about the Underworld. But as Penelope stood there, alone in the quiet splendor, she couldn’t shake the unease that had settled deep in her bones. Whatever Demeter’s plan was, it was becoming increasingly clear that it wouldn’t be easy to survive it.

**Chapter 59: Fire and Hunger** The weight of command didn’t leave Raven when the doors closed. It followed her. Into the silence. Into the dark. Into the space between heartbeats. *** By the time she returned to their chamber, the castle had gone still. No war council. No voices. No expectations. Just quiet. *** Victoria was already there. Waiting. *** Not in armor. Not as a princess. Not as a commander. *** Just her. *** Candlelight flickered across the room, casting soft gold against crimson silk and shadowed stone. Victoria stood near the bed, her dark hair loose over her shoulders, her expression unreadable for half a second—

As a piece of classical music began to play from an old cd player, I went inside. Everything seemed to be from a fantasy. "It appears that he put extra effort into this room," I muttered as I sat in one of the chairs. As soon as I sat in the chair, Luca rang the bell on the table, and servants entered with silver platters. I felt like a queen at this moment. I started eating as soon as the food was placed on the table. The food was delicious. It tasted like nothing else on Earth and tasted like all the spices used in cooking. The spices combined sweet and salty flavors to create a savory combination that would make anyone drool if they had never eaten anything else. “Milady. I'm afraid I hav

Damion wasn't but a few years older than me but he was the head of one of the biggest mafia families this side of New York. I guess I should have expected the coldness from him though. He had been pushed into taking over the family before he had even had time to enjoy life. Not that he would have done anything to wild but he was only nineteen when he took over. The night I lost my parents he lost his father as well. In fact we had lost alot that night. Flashback... "Kaydence sweetheart I need you to get up." I looked up at my mother who was standing over me. I tried to roll over and pull the blankets over my head but there was a loud explosion outside. I jumped up quicker than I ever had alm

Luck Not good, there are more bad people than good people. It's like a lump in my throat. Such a life is inevitably tragic. In the final outcome, the heroine became pregnant with a strange man's child and died in childbirth. Alanna once said that I have a problem, which is called overthinking and not asking. I think my old problem has happened again. I always make all kinds of assumptions about Shelby, but I don't want to ask. After closing the book, I sank into the sofa and felt very sloppy and depressed at the moment.

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

said the domineering voice, belonging to none other than the duchess regent. “With all integrity, I do,” Matilde responded smirking. Her eyes was as evilly sparkling as do the duchess’s. Lady Francesca gritted her teeth in disgust and resentment. How could the tide change so easily? Those people, whom she perceived a good servant and loyal to the house, can actually be snakes that can inject venom. She stayed still and almost held her breath not to cause any noise. It would definitely be a suicide to jump in their midst without knowing the cards they’re holding.

Linda's scent was getting heavier as I walked deeper until it reached its pitch before a metal door. I walked through the closed door and was stunned to see linda's seating on her legs, a white light surrounding her. " Don't! " In a moment of panic, I shouted and she lost her concentration, the light fading away. She slowly opened her eyes and I was momentarily stunned with how beautiful they looked. " Valeria? " She called, confusion painting her face before she shook her head. " No, you are not Valeria. Who are you? " " I'm Macbeth, Valeria's twin. " I said, approaching her carefully.