The Merchant Of Venice Novels & Stories

__________ Dawn, merchants of Agenvile seem to be all awake, they invaded the streets with their goods, and getting past them almost seems impossible, the men could harass women with their words however they liked and get away with it " Pretty woman, something tells me you'll like what I have for you". A short merchant said holding a fabric "This is all the way from Otheiks, is the best you'll ever find and it will be all yours for just 2 gold pieces". He wears a bright smile showing off his teeth, half-rotten golden brown. " uhm, no thank you, it seems like you got enough pieces already". A lady with black wavy hair said with an amused tone in her voice "Maybe some other time".

“Seven silver pieces and three gold pieces, final offer.” The merchant frowns but looks at the size difference between him and Yohan. Turning around, he places one of his hands between them and grunts. “Fine. Pay up.” Yohan snickers and places a small pouch on the man’s hand and grabs the plastic full of shrimps, oysters, clams, and spices. The merchant takes the pouch, a frown imprinted on his face, and turns away from us, probably to start counting the coins. Yohan hums a small tune while we were walking towards the inn.

she sighed out, making me furrow my eyebrows. She has definitely lost her mind. “Mother, please help Logan,” Venice pleaded out, interrupting her laughing session. Desdemona sighed. “Oh, shut up, Venice,” she said, making Venice surprised. “That bastard deserves it for not being able to keep his end of the deal. I thought that he was trustworthy since he talked big about his achievements, but he's just all talk!” Venice looked at her in betrayal, but Desdemona just rolled her eyes and shrugged her daughter off.

No sooner had the Duke made his bow, and gone off, than the admiral said, "you did not tell me you was on such easy terms with Venice, my dear niece. This is flying high indeed! But you will be very ill-advised to encourage his attention, you know. Ay, you may color up, but you won't deny he is in a way to make you the object of his gallantry. But there is nothing to be hoped for in that quarter. These morganatic marriages are not for you. Nothing could be worse! Think of Mrs Smith, gone off to live at Gardener's Grout! Think of that poor creature Venice married in United Kingdom - and she was of better birth than you, my dear, but it was all annulled, and there she is, I don't know where, w

But first, he had a quest to complete. Venedict grunted as he carried all the cursed-looking shaman staff behind Zen. The kid was going to see that strange merchant who worked with the Baron again. Why would the Baron think collecting these things would increase the diplomacy between humans and goblins? They looked like something savages would do, displaying skulls of their enemies on pikes along the city walls as a warning. “How’s the collection going? Do you have any staff yet?” Zen smirked when Venedict dumped all the shaman staff on his stall, causing the wooden cart to creak at the sudden weight.

IF SHE TRIES ANOTHER BANK, LET ME KNOW. I’LL BURN THEM NEXT. 🔥 He replied almost instantly. U COLD. I LOVE IT. 😎 Me too. Because power? Tasted better than revenge. But both? Together? Delicious. ***** Venice POV What the hell? I slammed the tablet on the marble counter of my walk-in closet, sending my cappuccino splashing onto my silk robe. I didn’t even flinch. My phone kept vibrating—texts from investors, fashion show coordinators, suppliers all demanding answers. And money.

He looked like hell—haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, but his gaze was burning. He was holding a massive velvet box. He snapped it open in front of me. Inside was a matching set of pigeon-blood rubies, glittering under the lights. There was a document, too. The deed to a seaside villa. “Bella, come back to me.” His voice had a slight tremor. “I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. This is to make it up to you. Just come back, and I’ll give you anything you want.”

she smiled, “Yes, my prince ” She simply walked toward the table and leaned on it, waiting for him. Ryan got up and walked toward her in silence. Venice smiled happily to herself when she saw his erect cock. She has also heard about the new slave. The former heiress of the Braxton family.Apparently, even the new slave can't give his body satisfaction. Venice smiled to herself, she has been so worried for no good reason at all. She owns the heart of the ruthless prince all to herself... it's a heady feeling... Being responsible for the satisfaction of a powerful man like Ryan Cosmos.

King Noah, one of the kings said affirmatively as he glanced at me. "You should pour them some drink and come back, slave," King Sebastian turned to me and said, and that was all I needed to stand up and swung into action. Yes, my heart was filled with hatred and pain, I wanted to bring it all out on them and stab one of them, but I needed to live, those prisoners needed to live. Disobeying him again was as good as sacrificing the lives of the prisoners. "You said she is the princess of Devontae kingdom?" King Marcus suddenly said as I served his drink, and I paused.

“Count Everlot traded his only daughter to become rich?” “Exactly, that man was greedier than I.” He cackles. “Once Viola was in my hands, Count Everlot gained riches beyond his wildest dreams. But that, Viola, that bitch,” Pendleton grunts and heads towards a large portrait of a beautiful young woman above the fireplace. “Although I have her as my wife, she still thinks of that low-life fisherman. No matter how much I gave her, showered her to show my love, and worshipped her, nothing worked on that woman. She always glares at me with such empty eyes as if she doens't have a soul. That fisherman is all she thinks about. All she cares about is him! What’s so good about that man?"