روايات وقصص ضمن Othello

“Go ahead, fox. Speak it if you can.” His throat tightened, sweat streamed down his face as different thoughts clouded his memory; the thought of the taunts from the journal, the whispers from the mirror, and the letters written in her shaking handwriting: Why didn’t you kill me? Vincent let out a roar that echoed through the chamber. “Her name is Camela Castellano! She is mine!” The ghost’s laughter echoed like thunder. “Wrong.” The Camela in his arms cried out as her body began to flicker and dissolve into smoke, and she reached for him with her fingers breaking apart like ashes.

Forever. “There’s something much more important, Norah.” She straightens up in her chair and I look around. We’re seated at the outer part of the bar, under a large umbrella and occupying a cute wooden round table. I don’t think we should be talking about all of this literally just beside the street. But the weather is nice today and we both want to enjoy it without worrying about nosy strangers. “Well, the chief revealed that Mark was actually poisoned with the belladonna extract you gave me that night. And Oliver’s fingerprints were found on the vile,” I explain.

she said against swollen lips. They slipped out separately, descending different stairs, reentering the chaos of quick changes and painted smiles. No one noticed the marks beneath collars, the tremor in famous hands, the scent of sex clinging to their skin like perfume. Onstage, when Salome finally kissed the severed head, Elena’s tongue lingered longer than rehearsal had ever allowed. In the private box above, empty now, the velvet chaise bore dark stains and the faint imprint of two bodies that had burned the house down without striking a single match.

he murmurs as he closes his eyes and rests his head on the bed. Viola began to tremble. Her face was filled with worries, her eyes watery as she hugged herself. "Gisella, Gisella, Gisella, why?" she gasps. "No, Pietro," she tugs his suit angrily, making Pietro open his eyes tirelessly. "The one you love is Viola! It's me! Not Gisella Molinero. She is a pregnant married woman. Pietro, get over her already. Say it, say it, Pietro, say you love Viola, "Pietro groans reluctantly. "I love Viola?" he asks.

Spy entered his bath area, where he was taking bath in a bathtub that was made up of stone. Shylock was half drowned in the tub which was filled with water. There were rose petals in the water, its smell was very intoxicated. There were female servants who were helping him in taking bath, one was on his left arm, one was on his right arm, and two were in the tub. Shylock was drinking vine. Shylock look at the spy and said

Ophelia spotted Lewis laughing from a corner, enjoying their confusing and frightened state. The wind took the pins of her hair, letting it pour over her shoulders and she was made still with her eyes bulging out of their sockets. Lewis was the fourth victim and a gasp flew from Ophelia's mouth upon seeing through the fog, Finlay's beta hungrily kissing a maid inside the room where drums of wine were stored in the castle.

I look pointedly at Johnathan. "I am sorry" he walks away with teary eyes and head held down. I understand him, he loved this girl like his own after he lost his wife and daughter. She doesn't deserve a father like him. "I wouldn't have done this to another girl. But the way you tried to sabotage Thea's life, I don't even feel sorry about this" with that Orphelia pours a chemical on to her head which makes the girl cry in pain. That liquid will make her bald. The hair on her head, eyebrows, lashes where ever it touches, it will kill the hair follicles making her look a little weird without eyebrows and eyelashes or hair on her head.

His eyes were steady and very grey and held something she'd never seen in them before: the specific quality of a man waiting to be destroyed by something he's said. The omelet was burning.

Her eyes were stuck on his shoes that look expensive and the way he smelled like the musky Forest, Even in this place where nothing was clear his voice his aura and his smell just stood out. "Eyes up here Principessa!" (Princess) he said, His voice wasn't gracious but it was demanding and Ophelia found her body complying even before she gave it the permission to as she looked up and was taken aback those green orbs. Ophelia found herself losing her breath looking at this man, He was breathtaking but at the same time he looked like danger. The way people around them were scrambling I'm trying to stay as far away from him as possible. "What's your name piccolo" (little one)he asked.

Rain thundered against stained glass overhead. Slowly— she approached. The room grew silent. Every gaze followed her. Some recognized her. Others recognized the necklace. But everyone recognized power. Elena reached the casket. And opened it. The sight nearly broke her. Roberto looked asleep. Dark hair. Sharp features. Peaceful. Too peaceful. Like he might open his eyes at any moment and ask why she was causing trouble again. Her throat tightened painfully. Not now. She couldn’t fall apart now. Not yet.