Othello Novels & Stories

Theodore laughed nervously. "So, what is the main reason for you bringing me here then?" Joseph asked. "You see, these yellow dandelions represent hope, love, and happiness. And since this is our third data, it's finally time for you to decide about me and about us," Theodore sounded nervous, "And I wanted you to ell your decision with your whole heart. Just like these yellow dandelions mean hope, love, and happiness, in the same way, I've brought you here with the hope of our love blooming and us leading into a path full of happiness. Though sometimes our path might be filled with thorns, with all my might, I will destroy them. I just want a sign of yes from you, angel, and I'll show you ho

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

She pleaded. "Enough! What I gave to you is enough! Do it and don't make me wait!" I touched my ears. Diane's voice is really hard to take, I feel like it's damaging my hearing. I put the sculpture back when I heard their footsteps again and quickly made my way back to the hall. I can still remember where we turned earlier while following Solana so I managed to reach the outside. I could see servants going from here and there, they were so busy that they didn't notice there was a new person here.

Strings of Russian and Italian curses filled the air as we both got swept up into our husbands' arms. "You're fucking bleeding!" Alexei said angrily. "No shit Sherlock," I rolled my eyes and closed them. "I'm going to burn this fucking place now," I heard him say and I heard Vincenzo scolding Bianca. "There's no need for that. Those guys are bleeding already. Just take me home," I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest.

“But Damian… he thinks we have already won.” “Damian is strong. Brilliant. Ruthless when he needs to be,” Eleanor said firmly. “But love makes even the strongest men lower their guard. And he loves you. His heart belongs to you entirely, which is both his greatest strength and his greatest vulnerability. That is why you must keep your eyes open when his are fixed on protecting you. Because Helena…” Eleanor paused, and in that pause the air seemed to grow heavier, “Helena is poison dressed in silk. One taste, and it destroys everything.” The words sank into Isabella’s heart like stones into water. She drew in a slow breath, blinking away the sting of tears. “You always know what to say.”

Hazel, feigning intense interest, leaned on him, seemingly engrossed in his reading. In truth, her motive was to win his trust. Hazel was well-versed in Italian and proficient in several languages, including reading, writing, and speaking. The claim of not understanding Italian was a deliberate lie, a strategic move to bring her closer to Francisco. Her gaze wandered to his long fingers and strong arms, a calculated move to further embed herself in his world. With a deliberate slowness, Hazel closed her eyes, pretending to succumb to the soothing rhythm of his voice as if drifting into a feigned slumber.

"If they will warmly receive you?" "What?" In one swift motion, Marissa pulled her dagger and ran it across Othello’s throat, leaving a long gash that quickly began to pour blood. "Nothing personal," Marissa purred, using her shirt to wipe the man’s blood from her weapon. "But you’ve crossed my master, and he wishes for your heart." Confusion and shock rolled through me as I looked from the dying Othello to Marissa. What the hell was going on here and who was her master?

Hent walked towards Astolfo. The functions that made her record all that's happening have been turned off. Hent was moving on her own. She was so determined to comfort Astolfo on his unrequited love to the person she has the same face, but Astolfo was thinking otherwise, he gave Hent a deep, menacing look and because Hent can't stand too long, her legs wobble and collapsed in front of Astolfo, her black uniform got stretched out causing Astolfo to get a clear view of what he's planning to do.

“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.

Alessandro gritted out. "Better things? Like what?" Ian asked him; Alessandro looked at me and winked, causing me to blush. "I could also be doing better things, couldn't I, Isabella?" Ian teased, and Isabella let out a giggle, fiddling with her freshly manicured nails. A loud groan came from Ivan; he tilted his head up, then he soon realized where he was. "You fucking bitch you fucking drugged me" Ivan yelled "Stupid little whore!"