Othello Novels & Stories

“ I should have known that you would make things difficult for me . Maybe that’s the reason why I find you so interesting in the first place . “ said Damian with a smile . “ So , what is your answer ? “ said Antonio . “ If I say yes to your demand……if I become your servant……..will you become mine ? Will you love me and only me forever ? “ said Damian kissing his hand . “ You should have known very well that…….A servant cannot control its master . “ said Antonio grabbing his chin . Damian smiled then. Went down on his knees in front of Antonio as he kissed his hand softly . Antonio looked at him , with a surprised expression as he never expected him to be on his knees again and kiss his hand

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.

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.”

[The Debt of the Blood] The vibration of the final Red Box on the balcony railing was a low-frequency hum that seemed to sync with the frantic thrumming of the mercury in Dante’s veins. Behind them, the palazzo was a graveyard of empty masks; before them, the black water of the Venetian lagoon swallowed the moonlight. Dante did not reach for the box immediately. He reached for Ivy.

I stood by the window, looking out at the city below, at the lights flickering in the early morning darkness, and I thought about The King, about his attacks, about his determination to destroy me and everything I loved. "Check," I said to the empty room, my voice steady, knowing he was watching. "Your move." Merald came up behind me, his hand on my shoulder. "Do you think he's watching right now?" "I know he is. He's always watching." "What's he thinking? What's his next move?" "I don't know. But I'm going to find out. And when I do, I'm going to make him regret ever starting this war." Markets crashed overnight, investors panicked, selling off everything they could.

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE FRANCE - SUITE NIGHT The room was too silent. My knuckles still burned from the wall I’d split open earlier, the ache crawling up my arm, reminding me of every truth she’d thrown in my face. Catalina, my wife, my enemy, my La Rosa Nera. I wanted to see it. Not just hear it. Not just believe her words. I wanted to witness her in the flesh, the woman all of Italy whispered about, the shadow that made grown men piss themselves.

If he had not stopped in his tracks, it was highly probable that she would have been dead by now! Roselle swallowed nervously and fought to gather whatever strength and courage she had. Her lips trembled. She must call his name again in the hopes of waking him up from whatever that seemed to have possessed him. "R-rom… eo… it's me. Your wife." she stammered as she peered deep in those flickering blue flames. Suddenly the corners of her eyes stung as she realized that she was wrong when she thought she was seeing nothing of Romeo at all as she looked into those incandescent eyes. Because despite of all the fearsome bloodlust and suffocating darkness that seemed to be possessing him currently,

Sunlight cast the shadows of the massive columns into a grid pattern; in the flickering light and shadow, only the light tap of her boot heels could be heard. The man was dazed for a split second, then regained his cold composure. He quickened his pace, turning a corner swiftly and silently, but stopped abruptly, his sharp pupils constricting violently. The slender figure had vanished without a trace, leaving only the empty long corridor, so quiet one could hear a heartbeat. His finger was on the trigger of his gun, yet he felt no threat of falling into a trap. His gaze was suddenly drawn to something. At the end of the corridor was a life-sized statue of the Goddess of Fate.

ey heard a sarcastic voice and turned to see Leah. Leah was also part of the people who maltreated her and to make it all worse she was the head maid's favorite so her life became a living nightmare with both of them in it. " Don't speak like that to Andrea, at least respect the fact that she's a princess." Mia cautioned her. Andrea was starting to regret slipping out one day that she was the princess of the dark mark-moonednowit has backfired because everyone just used it to taunt her.

I went over to the bedside table and picked up the key card to his computer room which had a door that was aligned with the walls, making it barely visible to anyone who doesn't know of the existence of the room. I placed the key card on the dim red light that kept flashing on and off, and the light turned green under the card before the door slid open. The room was so dark that I could barely even see anything, I reached to the left side of the wall and turned the lights on. I stood at the doorway, staring intently at the computers, and some of the samples of robots we've built, and those that we were still building, and that's when it hit me like a bolt of lightning; Park Min is dead, the