The Merchant Of Venice Novels & Stories

"Yeah that maybe true. But why do I feel it's all staged? After all this incident? I mean the cold and rude Justin Merchant who didn't let any woman near him till date was suddenly in a relationship? Could it be that Ivana... is being forced?" "There's no doubt that Ivana Williams is really talented and deserving. She's got that charm. Maybe she could finally melt this demon's heart?" "I just hope Ivana would be happy from this marriage. I just wish to see her happy and they quite make a chemistry." "Well they do make awesome pair and about the rest, Saturday, their wedding day is just three days later. We'll find out everything soon." Audiences were making lots of speculations and even the

A trace of excitement was visible in his blood red eyes. Venedict was stunned for a moment before it was replaced with anger. How dare he ignore his question, however, he calmed himself. A mocking smile beamed on his face. “What kind of offer?” “Be my servant for life” The person before him immediately replied. Venedict's face darkened. To think that someone would dare to offer him slavery. Moreover, it was him who’s going to be the slave. A very direct insult. He solemnly contemplated for a few minutes before laughing hysterically. A furious smile appeared on his face. “How dare a brat like you offer such disrespect. You are courting death!”

(Queen Duchess Angelina Weinstein) “It went greater than we thought it would be…5 Merchant group all belonged to the old noble…worth about 10 million gold coins…thanks to this….everyone started to fall in line…and also we managed to take over their turf and established our family business and further expand our import quota…in 2 months, our expanding business will be stable and soon…our family business will be the biggest merchant group in our kingdom…”.(Crown Princess Angela Seraphim) “...Good…”.(Queen Duchess Angelina Weinstein)

Merchant, a senior and a professional CEO who has given 30 years of his life to this profession with all his loyalty and dedication also finds it difficult to deal with this man right in front of him. Mr. Merchant cleared his throat after seeing the man sit comfortably on his seat. "So I heard you are the new owner of Venyas Cycis." ( van-yaas sai-sis ) Said Mr.Merchant with a smile. The young man looked at him and smiled. "You heard right." He said with a small yet sarcastic smile. "It has been profitable since then." The old man said, sipping his bitter tea. "It was a profitable one even before I took over." Said the young man with an uninterested voice.

William Shakespeare The Merchant of Venice, Act 4, Scene 1 PROLOGUE I open my eyes and am immediately assaulted by a rogue swarm of butterflies in my stomach. A lazy grin stretches across my face and I can’t help but let out a sigh of contentment. Despite the crazy circus in my belly, I have never been happier. The day I have been working towards all month has finally arrived; my wedding day.

Venice: "...." Suzie said she doesn't need to be compensated but her actions and meaning said otherwise. Venice cursed Suzie inwardly. This wench was really a vermin. In front of the guest, Venice could only insist. "That can't do. We have to replace it. Bianca has many dresses that may suit you-" "This dress and the jewelry I wear is a set. Since the dress is ruined, the accessories lost their value as well. What can we do?" Venice: "...."

“The girl.” “The mirrors.” The words crawled through the room quietly. Like poison. Elena lowered her gaze. One man scoffed softly. “Half the ports in southern Italy believe our cargo is cursed now.” Another added sharply, “We lost two investors in Florence over those rumors.” “And rival families are feeding the hysteria intentionally.” Finally, one of the older lords looked directly at Roberto. “You’ve been distracted.” The insult landed heavily. Nobody moved afterward. Roberto slowly lifted his eyes from the paperwork.

Venice was leaning against the mahogany frame of my study door, her arms crossed over her crimson coat, her dark eyes filled with malicious triumph. "Look at you," Venice sneered, her voice laced with bitter satisfaction. "The great Capo Dante, standing in his own foyer like a pathetic, whipped dog over a little hospital charity case. She doesn't belong to you, Dante. She looked at you with disgust. You really thought a plain, helpless doctor would ever accept a monster like—" Before she could finish the sentence, I crossed the distance between us like a ghost. CRACK. My backhand struck her face with deafening, brutal force.

Speaking of that, Malvolio lowered his head and looked at the clumsy pregnant woman. “If Sebastian were to find out that I’ve even slept with his pregnant wife, I wonder if Sebastian would be so furious that he vomits blood? Hey, pregnant woman. I asked you a question, but you haven’t answered me. Are you willing to be my sex slave?” Malvolio looked at Sabrina with an incredibly insulting gaze.

"His name is Julian. He is my husband, and he is the reason the Vane shipping lanes now belong to us. He is a Moretti in every way that matters." Vincenzo let out a dry, hacking laugh that turned into a cough. He wiped his mouth with a silk handkerchief and peered around Dante’s shoulder at me. "A Moretti? A Moretti is someone who carries the blood to the next generation. A Moretti is someone who understands that we do not break bread with the rats who stole our piers in 1994. This... this is a plaything, Dante. An expensive, pretty plaything." I felt the heat rise in my chest, but I didn't let it reach my face. I stepped out from behind Dante, meeting Vincenzo’s dead eyes.