Romances Shakespeare Novels & Stories

The actors are too good to not demand attention. "You like it, don't you?" I ask, resting a hand under my chin as I watch him. "No, I don't," he says but his eyes don't leave the stage. He shifts a little closer as if to watch more closely when Romeo climbs over the balcony and cups Juliet's face between his hands. I smile to myself. Never did I expect to be watching this Shakespearean drama with Xavier Everest. We are more suited for Macbeth. It wasn't my first choice either. Rose gave me the idea, saying that it will bother her brother and get me some much-needed entertainment.

Ted happened here, Lawrence said, taking a moment to let it all sink in. The Tempest. Romeo and Juliet. Were practically standing in the center of all the greatest love stories ever written. Actually, youre standing in walnut shells. Why do you have to be so glib about everything? This is amazing! Sorry, I didnt realize wed need a moment of bardolatry. His words Noah e out lisped because of the needle clipped between his jagged teeth. Now stand still.

“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.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.