Richard Iii Novels & Stories

Catherine asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of relief and lingering anger. "Henry thinks he is a clever wolf," Richard smirked, a faint, dangerous curve of his lips. "Leave him to me. He will try to claim his spot at the council meeting tonight, believing I am still a corpse. I want to see the look on my cousin's face when he realizes the throne he spent months plotting for belongs to a living king." Richard flicked his wrist, dismissing Marcus, who bowed and swiftly exited the room to execute the war orders.

Two of her fingers reached out and touched his neck, checking for a pulse which was unfortunately not present. The woman scampered to search for a tattoo on his body and like she expected, he had one of a serpent: the Sicilian Mafia's insignia. "Fuck." Bella went out of the building and told Ricco of what Elmo had told her. The man's reaction only made Bella's curiosity grow. 'Were the Kingstons really that big of a deal?'

For a heartbeat he didn’t cross the threshold; he only stood there, a silhouette of fury framed by Juliet’s heavy arch, and the room itself seemed to contract around him. Vivian’s fingers were still clamped around Monet’s sleeve, her face inches from hers. Juliet’s eyes flashed, a cat with cream, delighted at the chaos. But Richard wasn’t in the theater. He moved. Two strides carried him across the rug, and with a violence that was all restraint, he tore Vivian’s grip off Monet as if it burned. “Back. Away,” he said, low and lethal. Vivian recoiled half an inch, color flooding her face, before she smoothed it with a brittle smile. “Richard—how dramatic. Surely you don’t mean to play the savi

Despite being more intelligent and wise, he still acted like the young man he was. Richard suckled greedily and pulled Romeo's hair. Be careful, my little one. Don't ruin your father's hair. Look, then, instead of clinging to his hair, I'll cling to yours. The pup hears Julius's voice. He lets go of Romeo's breast and starts laughing. - This bastard understands when you're talking to him. You're about to eat my breast and laugh when your father talk. Don't you want to eat anymore? It seemed like Richard understood everything. He returns to searching with his mouth for the nipple of Romeo's small breast and sucks again greedily.

He asks her to feel the connection with the water in the snow, to create a blizzard that will slow the enemy's approach. The faintest sound of rustling leaves reaches my ears, they are close. They step into the open, lining up before us, confused at the small group before them. “Benedict, you’re alive. It’s been so long that I thought you were dead. Stand aside and I will let you live.” A man that I assume is Richard, declares as he steps in front of his group. “Richard, as King, I order you to cease this madness,” Alexander responds.

Yeah right, I’ll keep telling myself that. ***** ~ Lucien ~ I tapped my finger against the armrest of my iron throne, feeling positively impatient and thoroughly disappointed. “Where is the woman you talk about?” I didn’t really need to ask that. Their sorry faces out of their helmets were enough to tell me they screwed up. But I wonder how? My soldiers were the best in all five kingdoms. A measly woman couldn't possibly outsmart them and escape. “Your Highness, she was just here. She...” One of the soldiers spoke, but he quickly stopped when he saw my eyes turn into slits.

I didn’t wait for her to take another step…I ran straight into her arms, burying my head against her chest as she held me tight. When she finally pulled back, her hands skimmed over me, checking every inch as if to make sure I was really standing there, whole and unharmed. Only when she was satisfied did she turn to face the men in the room. “You all kept us waiting, what’s going on here?” she demanded, throwing her hands in the air. Marcus grinned. “Richard is trying to kill the King. Again.” “Richard!” she scolded, smacking his arm. “We talked about this! You promised not to attack your daughter’s husband! How many times do I have to remind you?”

It was also the icon of the Royal House of Altavilla e Portanova. The fact that the red diamond had mysteriously disappeared was causing great mayhem in the royal household since no Prince belonging to this family could become King of Bartovia without the Royal Star diamond in their coronation crown. King Filippo of Belgravia, the greatest enemy of the Bartovian kingdom, was already hunting for the other missing half of the diamond, and if it was discovered he could unite both Belgravia and Bartovia into the Kingdom of Balcania once more. This made it all the more imperative for Federico to solve the mystery and find the missing diamond.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and I assumed he was mind linking. "No.... I've never seen her around" "And you took a drink from her?" "How was I supposed to know. She said the king....." Did Thane really want me dead? He wanted the baby dead and killing me would kill the baby. "She lied. The king has not been here for the last three days. Guards ran into the garden. "Put the castle on lockdown. I want every single person in the building in the great hall NOW. The guards ran off and alarms started blaring in the castle. Noir's eyes rolled into the back of his head for a moment and walked me inside.

My gaze falls back to the door, to where beyond, the Immortal Prince awaits. With whatever last shred of hope I had now ripped out of me, I wander slowly back down the narrow hallway, emerging back into the purebloods warm home again. He’s standing by the fireplace, arms crossed over the chest as he faces the blazing flames, shadows crawling around his impressive frame. "Bad news." I chew the edge of my lip as he turns around, eyes darkening. "You're a mortal, I don't think it gets any worse,” he retorts, the slightest hint of a smile playing at his lips.