Othello Novels & Stories

On the necklace was a mini-sculpture of a tiger, this was the last thing his father left for him before he was murdered, he closed his eyes while playing with the necklace around his neck. ---------- In the faraway place mentioned by the author in chapter 19, the man stood still gazing at the sea on the horizon, although it was already night, he had not moved away from the spot he was standing, the man held a necklace in his hands, on the necklace was the mini-sculpture of a tortoise. "Find the location of the last sculpture, one is with Richard, the other two are with the son and daughter of the Red devil and the skull," the man said, it was as if he was talking to himself.

he kissed my forehead endlessly scanning every part of my body I coughed again more violently this time "We need to get out of here now" he carried me in a bridal style rushing out of the room The whole apartment started falling apart Max I whimpered clutching onto his shirt .....he took a left turn only to see Oh no...my entire system collapsed as I saw him O..o..Oliver "Romeo and Juliet so cute together" he smiled playing with his dagger "Now Max let Penny come to me and I might spare you" Max stayed mute glaring at him..."you'll have to kill me before you can lay a finger on her" TBC

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The night prior had seen me tossing and turning, a turbulent sea of thoughts churning within me as I contemplated the impending encounter with Antonio, my betrothed. Antonio Luca, a name that carried with it an aura of dread and an air of mystique. Over the months leading up to this juncture, I had delved into the depths of research concerning this enigmatic figure. My findings, culled from various sources including newspapers, painted a haunting portrait of a man rumored to have single-handedly taken the lives of fifteen individuals, earning him the chilling moniker "The Death Angel of Doom." Though official channels may have debunked these claims, my intuition whispered a truth that refuse

She stood paralyzed, her breathing shallow and erratic as his touch burned against her pulse. "Belladonna is a dead man breathing," Sebastian stated, his tone flat and terrifyingly calm. "He just doesn't know it yet." He stared at the red mark, his amber eyes darkening into a pitch-black void. Then, his heavy gaze slowly dropped to her trembling, plump lips. The tension in the quiet room spiked, growing thick and suffocating. He stared at her lips for two long, agonizing seconds, the silence burning a dangerous, heavy heat between them. Viola couldn't pull a single breath into her lungs.

I yelled He wasn’t able to look me in the eyes, his face showed nothing but pity, and he pitted me. "Where is Khalil Rayan? Where is he? Tell me where he is." I yelled "I’m sorry." He mumbled I shook my head "No, no. You aren’t sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong did you?" I sniffed walking backward "Khalil is fine, I know he is, there isn’t anything wrong with him. He is fine, right Rayan?" I asked as tears streamed down my cheek "Right Rayan" I walked towards me "Tell me Khalil is me, tell me you are mistaken. Please tell me Khalil is fine." I whimpered

Alex concluded. "Sir, this is the first time you are playing with a woman's feelings. Hermes loved her since the day he saw Mrs. Anastasia." Alex stopped typing as he heard that. "Do not trouble the woman whom he loved until his last breath. He will never forgive you for that," Stavros firmly said.

With one final thought of gratitude towards her aunt for her unwavering support, Aqua surrendered to the darkness, allowing its gentle embrace to carry her away from the tempest of her thoughts and into the peaceful realm of dreams. As Aqua's eyelids drooped with drowsiness, the rhythmic patter of rain against her window lulled her towards sleep. However, her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sound of rocks clattering against the glass. Startled, she sat up in bed, her heart pounding with apprehension. Peering through the darkness, she made out a figure standing outside her window. It was Damon, his expression etched with worry. Aqua's initial shock gave way to concern as she hurriedly ma

I want him to make something! Vincent did not answer her. His eyes remained fixed on the clothes she was wearing. "That's the nightgown I bought for Nina. She never wore it even once!" Serena misunderstood his meaning, grabbing the neckline with a shy expression. "The nightgown is very comfortable. I love it. Be gentle later, don't tear it." Vincent had a splitting headache. He pushed Serena away and scolded her harshly. "I've already told you I'm not interested in you! My mate will only ever be Nina. You don't deserve to wear her clothes or touch her things!"

“From now until forever, whether in good or bad times, rich or poor, in health or sickness, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be faithful to you, forever and ever.” “No!” A screech interrupted the sweet atmosphere. Aaron ran into the wedding as if he had exhausted all his energy. “How did you get in?” The security of this island was very strict. Everyone had to be verified before entering. “I swam here. It took me an hour! Do you know how desperate I felt in the ocean? But when I thought about you, Elena, I managed to persevere.” Aaron almost got down on his knees. “I really can’t lose you anymore. Please don’t marry him. Please come home to me.”