Richard Iii Novels & Stories

“Lets move, quickly.” { Olina } I dropped the paper and it fell away onto the table. Preston and I just stared at each other for a few minutes as the weight of what he meant settled around us. “Why though?” He finally asked. “My guess is they got sick of being the third best.” “Why attack our kingdom though, why not the second largest.” My thoughts drift to Catalina.

He had heard about Richard and his proficiency in torture, how he forced out answers from places which were so hidden within the minds of men, and now, he was among those who had seen the truth to those rumours, and unfortunately, he wouldn't live to tell the tales of it. Richard walked round, but his eyes had caught the sight of a weaponry, close to where the throne was situated, and what allured him the more was the sight of a mace which hung on the wall. He smiled at it, the beauty of it which lured him closer to it, he walked with his eyes fixed on it, not caring about the things which surrounded him, not caring about Lucian who still laid on the floor helpless. He walked over to it, and

ADRIANA I always thought Xander was rich, I mean I knew he was rich. He is the lycan king and he has been alive for over three centuries. But I never really got to understand what that really means. It is so easy to think he is not a normal man. But then I don't really see it. Now that I’m outside his pack and I’m not seeing him smiling at anything I say. I’m seeing the effect he has on people. Starting with the flight from the pack to the central. And yes, flight.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

Sandros' subordinate alighted from the car and helped him with the door. Sandros placed a foot on the ground before placing the other, “get the stuff.” he ordered, smoothening his crumpled shirt. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one up, “Don't waste my time, Matthew.” Matthew jogged, opened up the car trunk, and pulled out the stuff. He held the suitcase protectively, checking left and right as he walked after Sandros. His master, Sandros, should be referred to as the most ruthless man in the whole city. He was cruel, heartless, and most importantly, thirsty for more wealth. He was extremely careful while making deals with people, and once his business partners made

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

Master James treat him well like a brother, he give him a card that can access and can be used if he went to any business establishment he went. Jackson informed some details and reminders to Richard when they are done eating. Jackson gave the photo of Belle. Richard was amazed by the beauty of Belle, This lady is really a princess of Bueneva. After they talk. Richard send Jackson home. After stepping out from the car. Jackson happily bid goodbye to Richard. Jackson entered the Mansion. He inhailed and felt the fresh air from his home, it's been a year when he last came home after looking around the sorroundings he continued to walk. Their guard welcome him.

In a large, brilliant neon advertisement, the representative face of Romance Homie was Henry Jackie, a top model. Henry has long, narrow eyelids, a sharp slant, pale skin, and looks as if this fashion brand was born for him. The shirt has narrow, horseshoe-shaped sleeves, tight against the slender body, and a long tie embroidered with a honey bee, the symbol of Napoleon's power. From a distance, Henry Jackie looked like a vampire duke, his beauty filled with a sense of illness. "What a witty Vampire Duke of the East!" In Henry Jackie's first year on tour in Milan, one photographer commented.

“ Or didn't you hear that the Storm's never betray? I don't expect you to know that casue you've always been dumb. “ Richard was caught trying to steal the royal scroll and when interrogated, he confessed that he had connived with Lady Eleanor and Lord Balor to take the throne for themselves. " To think I married a good man but you were only after my money. Makes me wonder, did you plan my banishment too? “ She smirked evilly and he shook his head vigorously. " I would never betray you. “ Richard said weakly. " Yet you betrayed my family." She scoffed.

I shifted my gaze to Ivana, cold as ice, “, will never sit on that throne.” “That’s not true,” Ivana said too quickly. Too defensively. “Of course it is.” My laugh was low, cruel. “Arden and Sebastien weren’t bastards. Their mother was married to the king. And yet Arden was denied his rightful place because she was a commoner. You think James will stand a chance? You think Eldenwald will bow to a king who hides mistresses and parades illegitimate children? Richard won’t last a month.” Richard’s voice broke the silence, desperate. “It was IVF.”