Novelas y relatos de Romances Shakespeare

“Exactly.” “Well, Romeo. . . .” Saoirse started. I snorted. “Romeo was a pedophile who was supposedly in love with Rosalin right up until he met Juliet. Plus, he killed his wife’s cousin. Next.” “Lysander from Midsummer’s Nights Dream,” Sarina said. It was her favorite play.

"Does it have to be about some tragic story or depressing relationship? Can't we do something actually interesting for a change?" "It's Shakespeare!" I threw my hands up. "His whole catalog is practically built around tragic romance and drama!" Trent fixed me with a pointed look. "Would you just relax and stop stressing so much about this dumb project? If you'd quit being such a try-hard for two seconds..." "I'm tired, Trent. How about you suggest?" He leaned forward, a glint in his eye. "Well, there's always that very...intimate scene from Antony and Cleopatra that could make for an interesting analysis."

I said before taking another sip of tea, completely enjoying the light nutty flavor on my tongue. "And here I thought we were star crossed lovers." He feigned hurt. " 'Oh what shall I do to regain my true love's heart?'" I chuckled at his accurate attempt of reciting Shakespeare. "Well, you can start off by telling her about the roses accompanied with food and the vintage wine you sent her yesterday."

However, I could tell: Nora was head over heels for Francis. She was dying to marry him. The big event was at Kingshore Estate. There were roses everywhere; the lawn was practically drowning in them. Nora's dress floated around her like a cloud. Francis was decked out in a tailor-made suit, flashing a smile that could knock anyone's socks off. However, his eyes were just...blank, like he was a fancy mannequin or something. The crowd was buzzing with gossip. They all knew the bride was not his first pick; they knew the guy had lost his marbles. However, they also acted like everything was peachy.

A fact his demeanour never let anyone forget. To call him merely handsome was to call Shakespeare a decent scribbler, it was a catastrophic understatement. He was devastatingly sexy. Standing at well over six feet, he carried himself with an unnerving, predatory grace that made every room feel smaller when he entered. His face was a masterpiece of severe, symmetrical beauty, a strong jaw often clenched in disapproval, a straight, arrogant nose, and cheekbones so sharp they looked like they could cut glass. His eyes, green, piercing, unrelenting, seemed to look through you, peeling back layers you didn’t even know you possessed. His dark hair, usually swept back with careless precision, glint

"Bring it on, vampire. I'm ready for anything." With a playful gleam in his eyes, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips once again, this time with a mix of tenderness and mischief. Our laughter dissolved into a passionate embrace. At that moment, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast cooking and the warmth of our connection, I realized that our love was not just about the serious moments or the battles we faced. It was also about finding joy and laughter in the simplest of moments, cherishing the lightheartedness that kept our spirits alive.

She came out from the dressing room with her wedding dress and asked with a soft and tender voice, “Michael, do I look good?” Michael was awkward at that moment. However, he looked at Serena when he heard her voice, and there was a dash of tenderness in his eyes. “You look great, babe. You look gorgeous on anything you wear!” Christina was calm as if she did not hear a thing, but Ariel could not stand it anymore and her eyes burst into anger. “You have no shame at all! Both of you are actually showing off, and for sure, a b*tch and a pr*ck can be happy together forever and ever. Don’t you know how to spell the word ‘shame’?”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

With her, I could almost pretend I was home, surrounded by people who cared for me. “Ida, dear, what would you say if I read us something not from this country today? There’s a very well-liked writer named Shakespeare in one of the neighbouring countries. What do you say?” She looked at me quizzically. “Here’s one of his works I know you will like: A Lover’s Complaint.”