Othello Novels & Stories

She was full of smiles and it seemed at that moment, the picture was taken on the most happiest day of her life. Her picture was carefully positioned above others with everything else leading back to her. On the top of it all was the word: REVENGE. Vespera stared for a minute and raised, her hand, touching Lorna's face. Her gaze darkened and her face turned pale. "I have been playing low for weeks now, Lorna. I can't be patient anymore. It's time to unleash what I am made of. I have to find who hated you this much to your point of death and I need to make them suffer." These words dropped like poison as her eyes moved from one person to the other in anger.

the mouth and her neck, shaking her with the power of her kisses; while her fingers brushed the tips of her nipples; to then grope the mount of Venus further down, which was getting wet at the contact of her fingers. -Lick my breasts, my love! –Vanessa begged– Suck me all…! The couple allowed themselves to be seduced by the jazz music that pervaded the warm environment; without suspecting that "the ripper" had been watching them for a while from a dark corner, after surreptitiously entering through the sliding kitchen window that was accessed by climbing the emergency ladder without being detected by anyone. Olegario and Valeria were so devoted to the fieryness of their encounter that they

He was leading her to a pillar and she knew what was coming next. She shot her leg out and pushed back with all her might and he had to go back, and that enraged him and he threw her backwards and she landed hard on her shoulder. Takahiro was over her and held onto her head and banged it against the mat. That made her dizzy. He held her up and his arm was round her neck and she tried pulling at his arm. Black spots were dancing in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

~~ 𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑣 "𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑝, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦."~~ 𝐿'𝐴� �𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝐷𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒

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

She stared at Helen as she was setting up the table,at that moment Irene imagined Natasha shooting her with a gun. The thought of it made her heart beat so fast ,she couldn't control it. Just immediately Antonio was downstairs “Wait was this smell?”. Antonio said curiously. Helen stared at him as she smiled “Your favorite, Caldo gollego soup”. Helen said joyfully as she shifted the chair backwards for Antonio to sit down.

Dante said. As Lorenzo turned back to his wine, Dante’s eyes locked onto the back of Isabella’s head. The heavy diamond necklace around her neck caught the light of the chandelier, blinking like a beacon. He remembered her words from the balcony—the raw, venomous hatred she held for her father. Looking at her steady hand now, Dante realized she wasn't just surviving her father's house. She was matching his coldness, beat for beat, waiting for the perfect moment to slit the tyrant's throat.

He lifted her up and placed her on top of a small table that was supporting a flower vessel. “Gently, you don’t want to wake madam with the noise of breaking vessels,” Sarah warned. “She wouldn’t wake up even if I were to break this wall fucking you” he responded pushing his fingers inside her coochie and feeling its wetness which caused her to breathe loudly with undeniable pleasure. With her eyes closed to enjoy the pleasure, she lowered his head down between her legs and locked them right behind his head, while he played with her clit gently using his tongue. “Aah Lodipo..please don’t stop..” she moaned continually calling his name repeatedly.

“Lay on the bed and let’s send your soul on this dangerous journey.” Arram smiled and walked to the bed. He had a last glance at Desdemona's face and lay on the bed, facing up. Martius moved closer to the bed. “Are you ready?” He asked. Arram nodded. “Yes.” “Close your eyes.” Martius instructed. Without letting Martius notice, Arram held Desdemona's hand tightly and he closed his eyes. “I will send your soul away now.” Martius informed. He raised his hands above his head and a flame appeared in each of his hands.

The shadows played on the faces of those who watched, capturing the complexity of emotions in this intricate dance of power, sacrifice, and unforeseen twists. Alcides, displaying an agility beyond expectations, gracefully evaded Helios's thrust toward the ground. Seizing the opportunity, he gathered a handful of sand, expertly tossing it into Helios's eyes. The spectators, including Senators Varro, Octavius, and Cassius, watched in astonishment. Senator Varro: "By the gods, did you see that maneuver? This Alcides is proving to be more than just a servant!" Momentarily blinded, Helios struggled to regain his bearings. In that brief window of vulnerability, Alcides, true to the artistry of com