Novel & Cerita Othello

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

Who does he think he is? "I hate it," he began in a dead tone, "when you raise your voice and swear. I don't want to repeat myself, Nastassia." My jaw dropped to the floor, "excuse me? Who here just found out that they're engaged to their Godfather? Who here just found out that that they're getting married to some fuc-!" I let out a shocked gasp for air as Octavious suddenly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my body to his with such speed and strength, that in a millisecond my face was a half inch from his as he gave me a sharp look.

Time freezes as Declan's words hang in the air. Henry's hand is still wrapped around mine, warm and steady, while Declan's face twists with something between rage and triumph. "You know her?" Henry asks, looking between us. "Oh, I know her alright." Declan's laugh is cruel. "She's the barmaid who slapped me. Not Hattie Everett." Henry's hand goes slack in mine. The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

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 kissed my forehead endlessly scanning every part of my body I coughed again more violently this time "We need to get out of here now" he carried me in a bridal style rushing out of the room The whole apartment started falling apart Max I whimpered clutching onto his shirt .....he took a left turn only to see Oh no...my entire system collapsed as I saw him O..o..Oliver "Romeo and Juliet so cute together" he smiled playing with his dagger "Now Max let Penny come to me and I might spare you" Max stayed mute glaring at him..."you'll have to kill me before you can lay a finger on her"

she stuttered. Lord Lorenzo only snubbed her and grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him as Carlotta couldn't even provide a word to pronounce, she was jittered as she swam in the beautiful sets of blue sea eyes before her. She had thought his eyes were brown and somewhat cold and dark but this blue eyes were warm but filled with pains. She could read it. Thresholds of pains. The eye contact was so strong that Lord Lorenzo unwrap his hand away from his waist. The scene is getting uncomfortable again. He broke the contact as Carlotta gulped down a saliva and faced the ground.

"I want to see my little sister." Everyone couldn't move a muscle because of what they had just heard. Chaol stared at him, closely. How did he not notice? Othello was a tall man, with spiky bright red hair, almost similar to Asty's color palette. He was reckless, very challenging, and witted, which very much like her. But his eyes couldn't still believe it. He slowly turned his head to check Asty. Instead, she found her staring at Othello, her eyes wide open and her brows furrowed in puzzlement.

he retorts coldly. Undeterred by his reaction, Elizabeth confronts Dante directly, her voice filled with disbelief and accusation. "I know that you and Scarlet have been plotting against me. How cruel can you be to side with your enemy and plot against Dominic? He is still a better man than you -" Dante's anger surges, and he strides towards Elizabeth, meeting her defiant gaze. He gestures to his guards, signaling them to release her. In a moment of unexpected defiance, Elizabeth swiftly slaps Dante across the face, the sound echoing through the room.