Othello Novels & Stories

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.

Are you done staring at me, After muttering a cuss under her breath she lastly asked coldly. My plans will soon be changed, he smirked. I hate disrespectful people, he continued. I too hate threats from fools, She countered. Hearing her response his hold on the wheel instantly got tighter ,so much that his knuckles went white. Can't you really stop acting like a bitch l don't want to be rude to you, he lastly groaned punching the staring wheel.

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.

“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.

The room is dark, but the stage before us is lit, and I imagine Rosalia looking down and seeing me like this. It would turn her into the soprano Isabella thinks she should be. I close my eyes and feel where his hand is going. My lungs are going to burst, and then my heart, and then that white-hot heat already drumming in my belly. Before he can reach between my thighs, I snatch him by the wrist and hold him there. My hand barely wraps around his wrist, but he doesn't move. For a long time, he stays still. Amid the movements of the opera, it feels like we're suspended in this one moment. He speaks those low, soft translations in my ear—confessions of love, jealousy, and plots of murder. His t

Laughing. “That's her,” Talana whispered. “That's my mother.” Katerina’s voice was shaky. “You look just like her.” Talana lifted the first drive. “Plug it in.” Matteo inserted it into the portable laptop they brought. “Booting up now... Give it a second.” A screen opened with a symbol: a blood-red rose and a phrase beneath it: Operazione Rosalina – Authorization Level: Omega Nero Massimo frowned. “What the hell is Omega Nero?”

“I am Lysander, son of the blood slave Arabella, my father's beloved slave, who loved me so much that he caused my death, my child death and my beloved one.” - I don't understand. I do not know you. I've never heard of you. “Brother, look for Airon. I am you, and you are me, children of the same father, thirsty for the same love, lost without Airon. Find Airon for me, for us. I disappear. I disappear." Romeo wakes up from his trance when the Guard dares to touch him on the shoulder. - My prince? Are you okey? You were talking gibberish to yourself.

It made torture become ecstacy and pain a tool for excitement. " Let him in," Apollo said, sipping from his cup. His lips flattened at the sight of his visitor. It was him. Henry the wife of the last witch-of-a-confessor's-touch, a druid whose tone spoke of war and chaos. He sang mischief like a lullaby. " What brings you to Humulin, druid? " Apollo asks, staring deeply into Henry's green eyes, not blinking. He tried his possible best to read his countenance, but he couldn't.

He walked pass Yntreia, watching one of the mermen, a handkerchief in his hand, doing a magic trick. “Come and join me Ellaine. They’re amazing!” Her eyes were trained on the magician and the smile on her face was a bit wistful. She must really be hypnotized. “Yo ho ho! Drop the anchor and tie up the mizzens!” The captain ascended the stairs. At his command, sound of scrambling feet against wood, cheers and grunts of men, and banging of equipments reverberated. Aquilus made a sound of amazement, “Behold, the renowned Virsathen!”

The maids had left and only Kelly remained and she picked up the bottle to pour yet another glass of champagne when Othello came for her. 'I am relieved to find you here Luna.' He said his eyes taking in the stunning beauty standing beside the drinks cabinet, walking across to her he took the bottle off her and placed it back in the ice bucket, 'I think you have taken enough Dutch courage, don't you?' He could see her beautiful golden eyes were dilated and he expected her to fi