Othello Novels & Stories

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

[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.

He felt a wave of pure horror wash over him, thinking they had already harmed his girl. But then, Vito became angry. He leaned down, his eyes narrowing into slits as he inspected the finger carefully under the bright light of the chandelier. He knew every single part of his doll. He knew the shape of her nails and the specific texture of her skin. He now recognized the finger not to be Ortensia's finger.

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.

The king said but Derek wasn't interested in any of the sob talk, he just wanted to down to business and take what he proclaimed was rightfully his and what should have been his all along. " I guess you don't know the quote ' keep your friends close and enemies closer". Derek said and waved his hand, and a part of the palace exploded making everyone run in different directions. Andrea was so scared and didn't know what to do, her family was there risking their lives and there she was hiding behind the pillars on the second floor. She didn't feel brave at all, she felt like a weakling and hated the fact that she couldn't do anything to help them.

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

no way. Without waiting for Armaan she approached his desk and stood very near to Armaan. She stretched out her hands and was about to hug Armaan when with a blink of an eye Armaan stood up and her hands remain in the air. She felt so awful and terrible but she can’t make any fuss about that else her plan might get ruined. Seeing the scene in front of him Hernan was grinning. Lake was already upset with Hernan due to the banquet incident and his beam added more oil to the fire. She looked at him with ominous eyes as if she wants to split him into two parts.