The Merchant Of Venice Novels & Stories

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.”

When truth is, I was thinking to myself that when I got back to the house, I'll scrub my mouth off with soap for kissing this hideous ugly looking mo-fo that reeked with weed and cigarettes. "Right. What were you saying Ryder?" My eyes quickly snapped back to Shane who was watching the whole exchange between me and Luca with a blank face but with eyes full of anger. "You owe me Montero." Luca scoffed while slinging one arm over my shoulder. "I owe you nothing." Shane leaned back on his seat and sipped his glass of alcohol. "You do. You stole from me remember? My last shipment from Mexico that was supposed to arrive last week but you went for it instead and killed one of my men." Shane growle

I stood in still silence. The fear seemed to have crept deep into my being. The consequences of anything going wrong were dire. I gulped nervously. I could remember my Merchant Of Venice oddly today, I remembered Basssanio had said that even if a rotten case is put forth in an eloquent manner it might be considered true. This was exactly the case with me. I wanted to breakdown but I knew it would be of no help. The witness came up opposite to me on the identical platform.

“You are making me nervous. What I meant to say is that like I said, I’m not the only merchant out there.” Bernard leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “These competitors,” he started. “Do they also know about the arson?” Jone as if ignoring the question got to his feet and stepped back, before glancing over in Bernard’s direction. “A merchant never spills his secrets,” he said. “They either don’t know, or they are pretending that they are.” Bernard waited till Jone was at the door. “Won’t you ask for your payment?” Jone glanced over his shoulder, sparing a smirk that Bernard couldn’t decipher.

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.

“They believe she’s still mine.” Stefano frowned. “Isn’t she?” Antonio stopped. That question hung heavier than it had any right to. “She carries my name,” Antonio said coldly. “But she no longer carries my obedience.” “And the Mercantis?” Antonio’s lip curled. “They’ve made her think she belongs.” Stefano shifted uneasily. “Vincenzo Mercanti doesn’t take strays.” “No,” Antonio agreed. “He takes weapons.” Antonio poured another drink and didn’t offer one to Stefano.

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As the merchant dropped to his knees screaming in pain while grasping his burning face, Venus took the ceramic cup in her hands and smashed it on the Merchant's head. The merchant reached for his head while screaming in sheer terror. "Why, why are you doing this?" The merchant asked Venus with a partially blood soaked face. Venus without bending much, reached for the merchant kneeling on the floor and dragged him up with no care as to his injuries. "Ahh, please what do you want?;Money, fake papers, weapons, I'll get you anything....just don't kill me," the merchant pleaded shakingly.

"Smoking hot." "In that case dear, hurry up and put on the cream so the spots will vanish before tomorrow." "Mum you kinda seem more excited than I am." "I'm not. If you want some shiny jewelry, I can lend you." "Mum, we're not going out on a date, we are just going out." "Okay dear if you say so. I will excuse you in case he calls you up." "Mu....m" Juliet walked towards the door and stepped out of my room.