Shall I Compare Thee Novels & Stories

James rolled his eyes and pinched Thea’s waist, “Tired of living already?” “Ow, ow… It tickles.” Thea laughed. “In that case, how do you think your Blade of Justice compares to my Malevolent Sword?” “Let’s not, Darling. I don’t want to accidentally injure you.” “Pfft! I’m not as weak as you think, you know.” Thea was displeased. “Hey, come on. It won’t hurt.”

Experience trumped interest any day, and I was so nervous of being judged. A finger slowly traced its way down my spine. “Sweetheart, you’re thinking too hard. Don’t apologize for it, and use your words to tell me.” I swallowed hard and nodded, slowly dragging my eyes up to meet his. “I’m scared I won’t be good enough for you.” “Who are you comparing yourself to?” Isaac asked curiously. “N-Natasha.” The answer rolled off my tongue easily. “Who is the person I asked to get undressed for me so I could make their body my wonderland?”

Any resemblance to actual events, incidents or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ •Epigraph “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” —William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream ©Jidderh_khidir P.S, do not steal my work!

Now, I don't care if I'm naked in front of him. "How dare you Kareem?! How dare you compare me with her?! How dare you compare me with someone who had destroyed your life?! While I'm far different from her! Can't you see the difference clearly?! She ruined your life while I was trying to fix you! Can't you see that?!"

she asked solemnly. Her question ignited a spark of anger within me. Rising to my feet, the bed sheet loosely draped over my frame, I couldn't contain my frustration. "I may not be your first, you know," I spat, advancing towards Sheila and seizing her arm firmly. "But it's infuriating to hear you speak of him so soon after last night. Who is this man you dare to compare me to?" My tone dripped with pride and indignation, unable to bear the thought of being compared to another.

“Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those who thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me John Donne She smiles to herself as she dresses up for breakfast, remembering the events of the past night.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever enough. Ever comparable you know” My brows furrow, “comparable to what? What are you…”, oh my… she’s comparing herself to my first mate. “Dana… why would you even think that?”. She bites her lip and tries not to sniffle. Shutting off the water, I pull her into me. “Baby, listen to me. I am being honest when I say this to you. You are it for me, you’re the only woman I think of, dream of and the only woman I want”.

"You don't always have to compare me to Glenda! She is not better than me!" "Tell that to her. She is living a big life and making your father and me proud with her achievements while you only bring us trouble after trouble. Better not mess this up." She turned and left angrily. A hiss left my mouth. They would never stop comparing me to their precious little bitch. All my life that bitch has outshined me, but it's time for me to make them proud and prove that I am better than she is. Autumn's standpoint

I said and he shook his head reaching out his hand for me. "You can't compare yourself to Bria, it's totally different!" "Stop fooling yourself Theo, you can't tell me you don't see the similarities! The only difference is you loved her but you don't feel the same way about me, while I'm so deeply in love with you but you can't see that," I threw my hands down. "That isn't true," he said and I chuckled dryly. "Then tell me how you really feel about me," I said and the room suddenly became very quiet, all you could hear were my sniffles and uneven breathing, he stared at me and looked away shaking his head. "That does it, thanks."

"Everything will be fine from here on out." “Love…too…” Shakespeare had some unique ideas, as shown through Richard II: "I have been studying how I may compare, this prison where I live unto the world." Richard II says this line. Somehow, I had the impression that things would get somewhat better from this point on. I was at last liberated. It started to rain.