Shakespeare Novels & Stories

"You are aware of his grades, Miss Hughs? It would be a shame to put someone with your academic ability with him." "I'm with Greyson," Indianna repeated. "Fine," the teacher sighed and handed Indianna a slip of paper. "You have three months. Good luck." Indianna turned around and made her way over to Greyson, handing him the slip. Greyson raised his eyebrows at the piece of paper. "The life and death of Mary Stuart. Who the hell is Mary Stuart?" "Mary Queen of Scots," Indianna said. "You must've heard of her, Greyson. She was the Queen of Scotland."

I can make myself invisible if I want to. I nodded, pretending to know that. He studied the noisy crowd. In particular, there was one oversized, loud, noisy guy that I saw a few years later described in one of Shakespeare's plays. He became Falstaff. If I had known Clive before, studying Shakespeare at school would have been easy. Of course, if I'd met Clive in my time, I'd probably be the snack. The thought didn't scare me as much as it should.

"I shall try to remember everyone's names, but if I get stuck and forget yours please forgive me. Now, to turn our attention to the semester project... and to the man Callista is allergic to. If you need to go to the nurse, Callista, please do let me know." I felt my cheeks catch fire with embarrassment. "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day-to-day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow." he quoted dramatically. "William Shakespeare wrote those words in his play entitled Macbeth. Your assignment is a long

She was cut off by the Prince who had entered the room and finished the passage for her, "-there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come." He smiled at Ella, Alma bowed and left the room. "You know Shakespeare," Ella smiled at him. "Hamlet is my personal favorite; the vengeance, the plotting for revenge, the madness of it all. I'm convinced Shakespeare wrote Hamlet for men and Romeo and Juliet for women." He shared. Ella became nervous. Vengeance, revenge, madness, all words to describe what the world would be like if anyone found out the truth about her.

He had enough money to last ten lifetimes. So why did he feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the unknown? His fists clenched. He had spent his life being the strongest, the deadliest. But this... this craving for something permanent? This desire for something deeper, something true? It terrified him. And Kane Shawn had never been afraid of anything.

Alessandro gritted out. "Better things? Like what?" Ian asked him; Alessandro looked at me and winked, causing me to blush. "I could also be doing better things, couldn't I, Isabella?" Ian teased, and Isabella let out a giggle, fiddling with her freshly manicured nails. A loud groan came from Ivan; he tilted his head up, then he soon realized where he was. "You fucking bitch you fucking drugged me" Ivan yelled "Stupid little whore!"

I understood enough of it to follow the architecture of what had been constructed and I kept reading because I needed to understand the full shape of it before I arrived at the conclusion I already knew was coming. It came on page twenty-three. A private email account. Registered in a name I recognised immediately as Vanessa's maiden name. Connected through two intermediary structures to a shell company that on paper belonged to a property investment firm in Luxembourg and in reality belonged to Lucas Moretti. I stopped reading. Sat with that for a moment. Then kept going.

I smiled, gripping the handle of the knife in my hand. “ You were so special to him. Why?” I asked walking closer to him. “ I don’t know what you are talking about.” He stuttered as I kneeled down in front of him. “ See, I don’t believe you. Because before he took his last breath, he mentioned your real name.” I whispered “ Princess, what are you talking about??” Alex huffed. “ you are bluffing.” He said through staggered breathing as he trembled with fear

Grace spoke sardonically, making Keisha throw her a curious look. "I'm sorry, are we talking about the guy whom everyone loves to whisper about around here, but never mention his name? What is he, Voldemort?” Grace avoided her eye and proceeded to walk into the room. "No one is afraid to mention him. We just have no reason to because his business isn't ours to mind. Just as Mrs Patterson has already advised." "Whatever," Keisha said with a shake of her head. "I don't need to know about some family secrets that won't ever pay my bills. I just need to be done with this as fast as I can."

He was a fraud, a phony. He shook his head, failing to agree with how she sees and thinks of herself. "I mean, K, you're the greatest person I've ever met in my life - why can't you see that in you? Fuck, why don't you just take a look at me, I'm no -"