Shakespeare Novels & Stories

Even now Redric still doesn't know which Shireen is real and which Shireen is fake. "I am Shireen. I am your lover. Have you forgotten, My Prince?" said Shireen. Their eyes met each other. Redric remembers that in the past, Shireen's nickname for himself was 'My Prince'. while Redric's nickname for Shireen is 'Honey.' And now it looks like Redric has found his true lover.

“Can I come? Please? I've always wanted to see a Shakespeare play. Please. Please!" Caitlin smiled. "Of course you can, sweetheart.” "Yay!” Scarlet jumped up and down, Ruth barking beside her. Caitlin was blown away. Romeo and Juliet. She couldn't fathom its being called “new.” Or hearing Shakespeare being called a “new playwright.” Or his “Globe” being called a “new theater.” But it was 1599, after all, and everything that was old was new again.

Again, we both stare at each other, and our hands remain holding the same book. I soon snap out releasing the book and stand on my feet quickly. Kim clears her throat, bringing him out of his trance. He smiles and gets up, placing the last of his books on top of the stack he holds in his hands. "Ok, well... Again, I really am sorry. My name's Samantha, by the way." I say, giving him a small smile, lowering my face from the embarrassment I was feeling, holding my hand up to shake his hand. He smiles, as he reaches out shaking my hand softly. "I'm Russell, it's nice to meet you, Samantha." He smiles and leans forward shaking my hand.

James was the first to speak. “Don’t tell me we’ve been assembled early to announce the taming of The Shrew,” James grinned stupidly as his eyes shifted from Jeremy to me. I rolled my eyes, but all attention was given to Jeremy’s vicious growl. I could see the Alphas visibly tense, slightly shifting in their seats. The power radiating off of Jeremy was…intoxicating. “DO NOT SPEAK ILL OF MY MATE,” Jeremy’s voice thundered across the room, a smirk slipping my face.

" Oh! Romeo, Romeo, thou rejected part of me Here I kneeleth beside thee Thy bleeding piece of earth How I wish I could curseth thy death And bring back thy precious soul Thy blood that feedeth the thirsty soil Can't we travel past this time And go back to the day we met To plan our escape to the ends of the world For the elements of life have conspired against our word How did life taketh so long to bring us together? We would have had a lot of memories to gather".

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

"Well, Mr. Black, if you asked around, you should already know my name. And you still didn't answer my question." I smiled again and said, "I just stopped in to check out the local club. I just moved here. And all I asked was if the owner of the club was here. They pointed to you and said it was the girl on stage, singing. So, may I please have your name?" "It's Dominique. Dominique Reed. Nice to meet you, Nathaniel." "Now about my other question, Dominique. Is it okay if I call you Dominique?" "It's fine. What other question are you referring to?"

Don't tell me he's a human. - No. It's not a human. - So who is he? Wait, what does finding your mate have to do with the king of leeches? – Shane is silent, but Julius doesn’t respond. – Julius? - My mate is Romeo Blood. Shane stares at his phone with his mouth open, unable to breathe and his eyes wide open. -Shane? -Romeo Blood? Romeo Blood, the son of King Vlad? THat Romeo Blood? - That Romeo Blood, yes.

Juliet asks in rage. "It's Alexandra to you, I know you aren't stupid," Alexandra says shocking Juliet. "Alexs are you mad? Do I look like your mate? Isn't Chioma your native name? Juliet who was clearly losing her patients says. " Juliet or whatever you call yourself, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of spoiling my mood." Alexandra, says with a straight look. "What do you think of yourself? you aren't a queen or something. Your rudeness and your useless character won't take you anywhere" Juliet says in rage.

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.”