Richard Iii Novels & Stories

"He's the military captain from Birkham, Nash York!" "The Third Prince is actually Nash York!!"

His voice was low and deep. "Does it hurt?" The timbre of his words cut through the silver mask, and I shook my head in stunned silence. Then, with a fluid motion, he spun. His sword gleamed like fresh snow. "Ah!" Nicholas screamed, clutching his bloodied ear. The prince's blade flicked the ear ornament—a piece of jewelry I had once given Nicholas as a token of love. "If you have taken another bride, why keep the old?" With a sudden motion, he crushed the pearls and seized Nicholas by the throat.

My heart was racing in its cage, I was on a death list, over nothing. I had just learnt a rich man’s secret. "Come on, we need to get out of..." he couldn't finish talking. He was interrupted by the sudden trembling of his hands. "What's wrong?!" I panicked, listening to his breathing quicken.

"The Richards mansion is just a burnt ghost house, why are you so much interested in it?", Mathew asked Alan. Matthew is a thirty year old drug dealer who had a long past collaboration with Alan Richards. The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days.

He should’ve come for his princess himself. If Aria truly betrayed him—if she’d compromised his empire—he would’ve hunted her personally. Made an example of it. He wouldn’t outsource something this important. Unless… Unless killing her isn’t the goal. Unless flushing something out is. Unless I am. The realization settles heavy in my gut. Vincenzo Moretti doesn’t throw pieces off the board. He sacrifices them to reposition the king. I exhale slowly. Aria thinks she’s been outlawed. Maybe she has.

James' voice rang out. Jessica kept quiet as she waited for the words to sink in. "Wait, what did you just say?" James inquired in disbelief. Jessica repeated herself, laying emphasis this time, "James, the king's brother is dead! Where is King Richard?" "What are you rambling on about, Jessica? Surely there are things to make jokes with, certainly not my brother's life! Even you should know the boundaries!" Richard's voice roared in anger. Jessica swallowed hard. Apparently, Richard was with James and had heard what she had said.

Mary Redferne A day before my wedding, Mr. McKinnon decided to host the most lavish engagement party for his son. I knew he did this intentionally, just a day before my own wedding, to ensure that their engagement overshadowed my own impending marriage. The McKinnons' ego was inflated by the perception of their wealth, and they sought to command respect and demonstrate their social standing. As the evening unfolded at Joshua and Clara's extravagant engagement party, I found myself standing alone at the bar, nursing a glass of sparkling water. The grandeur of the occasion was unmistakable, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at my insides.

and smile. Before she slaps me I step back and she misses. I can listen to her heart beating and her lungs filling with air. I can see every little motion and guess her next move. She tries to hit me five times unsuccessfully. I don't even have to touch her to win. Resulting in a panting and frustrated McKenzie. She doesn't know what to do or say. She just stood there fuming until she gives up and go inside screaming "Red whore." King senses that I am about to move towards her and holds me back. Not giving me the chance to attack her.

Even for a fool, how difficult could it be? Margret was enraged seeing Regina sitting proudly in the Grand Duke’s seat. And immediately asked in irritation, “Where is Charles? Why isn’t he here?” Just then, a knight stepped forward wearing a silver sword emblem and spoke solemnly, “Lord Charles… was assassinated last night. We found his body early in the morning. All of his knights were also found dead outside his room.” The color drained from Margaret’s face, while Jasper’s sharp eyes flickered with something: shock, calculation, and the immediate need to regain control.