The Merchant Of Venice Novels & Stories

"What?" "We found another witness." Draven stood immediately. "Bring him." Minutes later, a frightened merchant entered and his hands trembled badly and then Draven studied him carefully. "Talk." The merchant swallowed. "I only carried messages." "What messages?" "Payments." Draven's eyes narrowed. "To whom?" The merchant hesitated. That was a mistake. The room suddenly felt dangerous and Draven took one step forward and the merchant nearly collapsed. "Answer." "I don't know the name."

All grew quiet as the actors appeared, walking across the grass, and the play began. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. It all came rushing back to Sage. He remembered seeing this play the first time it was performed, back in 1594. He had seen it in the Globe, on the banks of the Thames, standing with all the groundlings, thousands of people crammed in together, watching it. He remembered being mesmerized. And now here he was, 400 years later, and it was still as fresh to him as the first time he’d seen it.

“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.

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.

The screen flickered, displaying a centralized balance sheet: VALERIANO MAIN RESERVE: €142,000 PRIVATE WALLET [ALPHA-NULL]: €9,858,000 "You've systematically starved him," Dante observed, his eyes narrowing into slits of pure stone. "Lorenzo thinks he’s a King with an empire, but he’s sitting on an empty vault. He’s bankrupt and he doesn't even know it." "He will know when he tries to authorize the maritime defense matrix tomorrow morning," Isabella whispered fiercely, turning her head to look up into Dante’s harsh, carved face. "He wants to buy heavier iron to fight the Marcones. He wants to bring fifty mercenaries from Albania to secure the Como perimeter. But when he types his biometric s

A jewelry district, bright storefronts along a wide street, display cases visible through plate glass, crowds moving along the pavement with the unhurried quality of people with somewhere to be but not urgently. "What are you doing," I said. Ares pointed toward one of the larger stores. "I promised Vesper I would bring her something from the Western Gates." I looked at him. "She threatened you." "That's a strong word." "She used specific language about specific consequences." "She always uses specific language." He was already moving toward the door. "It's one of her best qualities." "Ares." He paused. "Ten minutes." He grinned. "That's personal growth right there." The door opened. He stepp

"I only do my duty for the crown, My Lord. Though, I must admit, the merchants were... difficult." This was it. The moment I remembered from my past life. Caspian hadn't settled the debt with "negotiations." He had bribed the merchants with a shipment of grain that was supposed to go to the starving villages in the North—Kaelen’s land. In my first life, I had helped him hide the paperwork. Not tonight.

Nothing else mattered around us. The priest was talking, but I didn't pay attention to what he was saying. "You may share your vows." He said. "I never thought I will be standing here." Vincenzo said and the guys laughed. "I never thought I will marry the most precious gem in this world. But they say never say never. Because here I am looking at her, waiting to make her fully mine. I, Vincenzo Mercanti, take Valeria Violet Siankovski, to be my wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us apart. And even then I will follow you." He smirked.

Chapter 10: Quickie DEVON'S P.O.V “A-Angelo,” I stuttered. His kisses trailed down from my neck, going to my nipple. I can smell his manly scent with sweat and alcohol on it. He spat on my neck and sucked it. I pushed him away and tried to escape, but he was determined to what he wanted. And I’m saddened to admit it, but I love it. Angelo looked me in the eyes. “I heard you are a courtesan here—the great Devon Ellis. I’m going to pay you four thousand dollars for this quickie,” and he gave me his wallet full of money.