Othello Novels & Stories

Before I could ask them about the depth of their relationship, one door to the theater opened, releasing a dim unnatural light. They really had electricity. The oven and the lights confirmed it. Men hooting, hollering, and whistling within the theater made me stiffen. No one told me what the games were, but I had my suspicions, and I knew it wasn't good. The whimpering girls alongside the boisterous voices told me all I needed to know. "Jordon!" Braxton's shirtless torso was my only focus as he moved in our direction, keeping his anger fixed on Jordon's hands around my body. "Why are you holding Rose so close?"

“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.”

Author's Note: Hi! So I used a few Filipino words in this because I need it for my story. Despite that, I put translations to it. Thank you. *** “It’s 6:03 PM.” I heard a voice from the inside as I walked towards the front door of our house. “Yeah, I just run some errand. Why?” I looked at Ghale who is seriously looking at me. “Why are you with him? Didn’t I remind you that no friends for you?” she said and I could feel from here that she’s really mad. “Him who?” I asked, confused. “Montessario.” She answered.

“As you command.” Kael swung onto his black stallion, the beast stamping eagerly at the ground. Torches flared as more men mounted up, the thunder of hooves already echoing. “Ride!” Kael shouted. And the gates of the palace burst open. --- The forest loomed ahead, a wall of darkness pierced only by moonlight. Branches clawed at the sky, and the wind whispered through the leaves like secrets. Kael spurred his horse faster, every nerve aflame. Serenya’s face haunted him—the defiance in her eyes, the softness she tried to hide, the way her laughter lingered even after she fell silent. He could not lose her. Not now.

With everything you have l think even the soul of her mother will rest in peace, Ms Kates replied before watching Mr Spencer drive off. If it's so then l promise am gonna make your life a fucking hell , how can you allow to stay with someone you don't know, Rinna snapped anger flowing in her body and if death wasn't that proud of herself she would have requested her to take her right now cause staying with him only meant hell. Am also good in that, Mr Spencer retorted his gaze at the road. Of course I know, she replied under her breath and at that the billionaire didn't respond which was probably a victory to Rinna. However though he hadn't replied her it didn't stop him from looking at her

Daniels announced. His warm brown eyes were filled with pity from the moment he laid eyes on them. He can't be blamed though, their circumstances were to be pitied. Her only hope is that the lady of the house, Mrs. Lillian Rivera would also pity them. They passed through the long hallways and received suffocating stares from the surrounding workers The only thing that helped calm Arya down a little bit, was the lovely paintings on the wall that were supposedly made by the second son of the Rivera family, a man who most of the servants -including Arya- had never met.

My scar throbs violently, heat radiating up my neck like a warning flare. Images slam into me without permission. A car spinning, Metal screaming and Smoke choking my lungs. A voice whispers, close, intimate, cruel. “You’re the one who survived, maltina.” My knees weaken and then I reach for Dante instinctively, fingers trembling, trying to say his name. My mouth opens, but the sound that comes out is hollow, distant, like it belongs to someone else. Across the room, Isabella’s eyes lock with Antonio Recognition flashes between them. Cold, Calculated and Deadly.

“You would have let Marley get away with her kill?” “Of course. She did her job. Which was kill a rogue, feeding on an innocent human. But the fact that within an hour of it happening, I had Mathia ringing me…” Othello pulled out his phone and tossed it onto the table in front of us with disgust. “Worst thing humans ever invented. I miss pigeons. You could send a message, and if you didn’t like the reply, you could bleed the feather-brain dry afterward…” Both Absinthe and I stared at Othello with wide eyes, until the corner of his mouth twisted in a smirk and we both started to chuckle.

"In ten minutes, I'll cut one of the ropes. On the left, we have Isabella. Below her is the crocodile pit. My scaly little pets haven't eaten in three days." He turned to Elena and continued, "On the right, your future Donna. Below her is a vat of industrial-grade sulfuric acid. Pick one to live. The other dies." Lorenzo's gaze locked on the screen, his breath coming in ragged, shallow bursts. His mind went blank.

The paper seems to pulse faintly, as if alive. VITO: (lighting the parchment with a single match, watching the flames consume it) “Then the war has already begun.” [He leans over a map spread on the table, the flames casting eerie light on the names and symbols. At the very center, in deep red ink that looks almost like blood, the name “CERES” burns like a brand. VITO: (voice cold as steel, full of menace) “She dies before the next trial. Or the throne burns with her.”