Shakespeare Novels & Stories

Leaning closer to her, I moved her brown hair to the left side of her face and whispered in her ear. "Look like thy' innocent flower but be the serpent under't- William Shakespeare. He was such a genius, don't you think?" Wrapping her hair around my arm, I yanked her head closer to my lips and smirked when I heard her whimper in pain, "I think you took that a bit too literal sí?" "Do you know what my favorite thing about Shakespeare is?" I mused. "It's his love for tragedy, for beautiful mistakes." "His love for hamartia. A character's fatal flaw." Moving to the seat placed on the opposite side of the table, I leaned back into t

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.

Irina said. "And who was the real Shakespeare?" Mikhail asked. "Oh, poor Yorick! Oh, I mean poor Shakespeare! Alexey put in his word again and laughed again. "Tell me why you keep laughing like a horse."! Mikhail asked with a serious face. "What else do you suggest we do while waiting for our turn?" – says Alexey. - Mikhail, I answer your question. Shakespeare was someone we know from history. And let Igor answer! Irina said, asking the others to be quiet.

Come tonight, and find the answer to yours. ~A

Lars sang at me, before taking a giant bite from his door-step shaped sandwich. “Me thinks the lady doth protest too much” Lars took a third bite; the sandwich nearly finished. “Hamlet? Really, Lars?” I sighed. “It’s just unnatural.” “Uh huh” Lars said round a mouthful of mustard, horseradish, mayonnaise, ham and rye “You keep telling yourself that.” “Lars!” I spun away from him quickly, knowing my eyes would betray me, and hurled the glass at the wall where it shattered just like what I felt was left of my heart.

I could barely write my essays back in high school, what am I supposed to do now? “Do you always worry too much?” Came Damon’s voice as he turned completely to me “Lucky for you, your boyfriend is a close friend of Shakespeare and would waste no time in whipping something for our project”. I laughed at that “Shakespeare, really?” I asked with a slight tilt of my head so I could see all of his face. “Yeah, he’s a friend of a friend” he said with his face so stern that I could easily believe he was saying the truth.

“Hmm, don’t you think I’m trying right now?” Ivan took a deep breath, “I know you did. I just worry enough and want to cheer you up. But seeing you all excited with our plan eating shabu has calm me down that at least there is one thing you can look up to after we finished our task here” I don’t know why Ivan sounds serious, of course, one thing I really look up after this program ends is to gather with my boyfriend or come back to my comfort bedroom where I have my own personal water heater. Well, I have to boil the water for bathing here, so tired right.

He gives in, panting. "The mafia don's behind the death of The Kingstons." He informs. The woman rolled her eyes, expecting something more valuable than the Kingstons, whoever they were. Dominic Bianchi, the Sicilian Don, was known to end lives. The woman was aware that it was the Don's favorite past-time. His hands were stained by the blood of those he had killed. Though it's not like Bella's hands were clean.

He's teasing me when he knows he can't fix any problem he creates. Certified Asshole!

Sierra flared in embarrassment and quickly looked away. “So, um, what’s it like being an actor?” she muttered. “It must be fun. You get to play new characters and live a bunch of different lives,” “Yeah, I guess you can say that,” he laughed. “Acting is just… life, you know? Even Shakespeare said it. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are the players,” Sierra looked up instinctively. That was her favorite Shakespeare quote. It was surreal to hear it being recited by someone else.