Oscar Wilde Novel Novels & Stories

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This book, his final work, had won several literary awards both domestically and internationally, making it a renowned piece in literary circles. Aurora hadn't really explored much literature in her previous life, and in this life, despite reading some, she hadn't come across this book. But she thought, if it was in Heath's study, it couldn't be an ordinary work. She was so anxious about finding a script for Cheryl that she couldn't sleep. If only she had investigated Wilde's background more thoroughly, she wouldn't have wasted so much time, leaving Cheryl without a project. Embarrassed and restless, sleep was elusive.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

Her breath hitched. “Second chance?” Rose whispered. Her tears returned, but not with sorrow this time, with fury. “You call this a second chance?” she hissed. “You take my child, let me die, and throw me back into this hell? What do you want from me?! What kind of sick joke is this!?” Her voice broke into a scream that seemed to shake the air. And then, something shifted. The air in the room thickened. Voices, distant, echoing, began to ripple through the mansion. Familiar ones. Laughter from below. The sound of footsteps, servants hurrying down the hall. The scent of fresh lilies, the kind she’d chosen for the wedding day.

It was warm and comfortable; filled with books, paintings and colour. Lamps were everywhere, causing the rooms to glow in their warm light. Wilde’s office at the University was functional; overflowing with paper and take-out containers, old cups of coffee. His home was a vivid contrast. He handed me a towel and gestured to the bathroom. “Ten minutes, and if you aren’t out in time, I’m coming to get you, and you will get a spanking you’ll regret,” he said evenly. I nodded, took the towel and placed it on the bathroom counter.

Dane continued examining the food on the tray. “No, I didn’t know that.” I found myself enjoying his small talk. It was a relief to be distracted by his conversation—not to mention his good-looking face. “Have you read or seen Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest?” I shook my head. “Well,” he continued, “In that play, elite food items are symbols of wealth and privilege. One character can’t restrain himself from eating cucumber sandwiches.” “Really? Tell me more.” “Yes.” He seemed gladdened by my interest. “The character Algernon orders cucumber sandwiches for his Aunt Agatha, Lady Bracknell, who is coming to tea. But while he awaits her, he eats them all.”

Wilde tried again, this time kneeling in front of her on one knee and a hard look whilst pointing at the object. “Trevor Wilde, answer me. Did you open this book?” April G’s eyes welled up and tears threatened to fall. He nodded. How he wished she did not. Her father stood and let out a breath. “Follow me, April G.” Madison followed him downstairs silently where her mother waited with a concerned look, but it faded into that of dread when she spotted her husband carrying that book. She covered her mouth to choke back a sob and Madison looked down apologetically, still oblivious to what was to come. In her room, Mr. Wilde started gathering her essentials into her bag whilst wiping her cheeks

‘I told you what I wanted the first time we met. ‘You really want me to be your…your woman?’ ‘Why else would I be shopping for women’s panties at nine o’clock in the morning?’ He held out a lace thong to her. Alessia grabbed it and tossed it back onto the table. ‘You can’t be serious, Mr Wilde. What can you possibly see in a woman like me? Even if you are not joking…’ She lowered her eyes, hiding a bitter smile. ‘I’m already married. And I have a five-year-old son.’

"Too good." "Told ya." I curled up against him and got cozy. He gave me another bite. "Alright. So this is The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde. It was the first book I ever read. And Wilde is one of my favorite authors." "That's the guy you quote a lot, right?" I asked. "Yes," he replied. "And I'll get you so hooked that you start quoting him too." I doubt that would happen. "We'll see about that." "High above the city, on a tall tower..." And that's how we spent the evening. With him reading to me while he fed me cookies and took some bites in between himself.