Shakespeare Novels & Stories

Alessandro and Draco stood there baffled at their childish wife and girlfriend behaviour. They looked at each other and shook hands with no expression on their face. "Hello, I am Draco Blackwood. Welcome to my home." "Hello, Alessandro Williams. Thank you." Sabrina wasn't surprised at his fake surname. He use this surname "Williams" in business world. One of many reasons people recognise him as the CEO and not as "Alessandro Kingston" the mafia leader of California. "Hello, I am Lily Harrison." Lily said as he shook hand with Alessandro. Alessandro passed her the bouquet and she smiled delightfully.

Sarah felt so much fear when she saw Priscilla stand at the entrance of her room, she stopped packing and stood still not saying a word but with a very worried look on her face. “I can’t remember the last time he fucked me that good, leave alone make me cum” Priscilla said walking to where she was with calmness which got Sarah very confused and scared. “I am so sorry ma’am we did not mean to offend you, and that was very wrong of me I will leave instantly if you want me to,” she said shaking in fear and full of shame.

He simply said, watching as the pages turned in those eyes. Williams Shakespeare said the eyes were the window to the soul, well he couldn't be more right. It was, after all, how he filtered real emotions from the fake. Lucian could easily guess when someone was lying by the emotions they give off through their eyes. He never told anyone about it because it was a skill he held and guarded jealously but it’s been paying off having it lately. It was how he knew Agrippa had been scared when he asked about the witches on his last visit. The witches were planning something, something Agrippa wouldn't tell him, or more accurately, couldn't tell him. As the popular n

He blushed before he turned and bowed his head to me, "Princess, I hope you feel better soon." "Until tomorrow." Violet said as she closed the door. "OH BE STILL MY HEART!" I really liked Shakespeare. Both looked at me like I had another head. "It's Shakespeare. The famous play-writer..." I was shocked and upset at the education system here. "He's from bloody England! How do you not..." They broke out into laughter. To be irritated or to not be irritated , that is my current question. Getting up they stopped laughing but Violet's smile lit up the room. She looked lovely in love.

It happened in 1970, he went there together with his friend. He remembered the words “Those whom the gods love die young.” He thought that those were Aeschylus, the Athenian dramatist who lived 500 years B.C, and he died at the age of 69. The head of the dramatist was struck by a tortoise dropped by an eagle.

𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 '𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜,' 𝕓𝕪 ℕ𝕠 𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕥. ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 😘

There was something about Shane that screamed majestic. He was … kingly.

Is he the one who'll present? I looked away when he saw me looking at him. He starts his presentation. "that's our most high-paying engineer, Arthur Smith." Dad whimpered that made my heart beat so fast. Arthur, that's his name. It suits him. But while he's presenting, I can't help but notice how passionate he is. It's like he's not the man he was when I met him that night, and not only that I find that attractive, but I also noticed a suit that fits his body well. He's a bit masculine, and you can see that even with his clothes.

“Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.” “I did not catch your name male.” I cocked an eyebrow up, palming the hilt of the dagger in between my belt. “Derick, although the wolvens at the tavern know me as Rick.” Figured. “Who is Soren?” Derick shivered, his eyes shutting briefly. “Death.” A snort sounded at my right. “What do you take us for?” “I do not speak to you. I speak to the alpha heir.” “I won't repeat myself again,” I flipped the blade from my waist belt unto my hand, swirling it between my fingers. “Do not call me that.”