Finger On The Trigger To My Dear Juliet Novels & Stories

Juliet beseeched with ripping fire embers from her eyes. “Flower, you shouldn't be holding such dangerous things in your tiny soft hands. Give it to me.” Nikolas gently takes the pistol away from Juliet before the weapon misfires again. Thankfully it did not hit Collins. Nikolas did not want Juliet's hands to be colored with blood. She was innocent and he wanted it to stay that way. Nikolas was ready to do anything to guard the purity in her.

“Get her!” Immediately he commanded the guards again, Luci sliced her wrist and blood spilled instantly. “How can you be scared of a little girl? Get her, you idiots!” Salvatore shouted again. The guards rushed her and she sliced deeper, cutting her pulse then let the knife fall as her body collapsed to the floor. Her vision blurred and darkness crept in. Just before she lost consciousness, the sound of gunshots rang through the house. A faint smile tugged at her lips. Her uncle had found her

Yet the danger only made the lust sharper, more addictive. He grabbed Jordan by the waist and kissed them brutally, tongues clashing, teeth nipping. His hands roamed greedily under the skirt, discovering bare skin — no underwear. Jordan was soaked, dripping with anticipation. “You planned this,” he growled against their mouth, sliding two thick fingers deep inside with no warning. Jordan gasped, gripping his shoulders, hips rocking shamelessly onto his hand. “Of course I did. Fuck me on your desk, Alex. Make me walk out of here with your cum running down my thighs while you sit through meetings pretending to be the perfect husband.”

***Elena's POV*** “Elena.” The sound of my name in that tone made me stop walking. “What is it?” A pause. Then, very clearly, Juliet said, “He moved his fingers.” For a second I didn’t understand. Then the words landed. My entire body went still. “Moved?” I repeated, too quickly. “Yes,” Juliet said. “Just now. It was small, but it was there.” My throat tightened. The corridor around me blurred slightly at the edges.

The detonator is on the wrong table out of reach. Their child's heartbeat flat. Panic sets in. VAULT – 3:36 a.m. Lucien pivots on the old hand. Solene grabs the trigger override kit strapped to her thigh. She yanks cables. Servers hum on backup. Solene: “Resetting sequence.” Old Hand: “You can’t.” Lucien: “Watch me.” He lunges, tackling the old hand into shelves. Gunshots echo. Old Hand grazed. He falls, clutching wounds. He drops the remote. Lucien grabs it.

The scissors nicked his hand. He yelped, eyes wide. "You stabbed me with scissors!" I met his gaze and smiled. "You're the one who reached for it." Juliet stormed in, full drama. "Rhea Wayne, how cruel can you be? Desmond forgot you, and now you're trying to kill him? Anyone who marries you is cursed!" Her words hit—just for a second. But I kept cutting. Once every photo was split, I grabbed the halves with my face on them.

“He was actually really angry about it.” “Of course, his favorite child has not only been convicted but is scheduled for execution,” I roll my eyes. “She must have a person.” “Here are the camera shots from the last three letter drops,” Turk pulls up the shots on the biggest screen. Juliet- No. Me- Yes. Juliet-NO! Me- Juliet, I am looking at the image. You can see it too. Juliet- I’m telling you, I can’t be fooled that easily.

CHICAGO; ‘What did you see?’ The detective in jeans and black shirt with hands in his pockets interrogated the neighbour for the third time. ‘I told you. I saw him hitting her and right here.’ The man pointed to the spot he had seen Pearl and her husband standing when he peeped into the room that day. His partner scribble down something on her small notepad, looked round the room again and shook her head before she moved to the window. What kind of case is this that has no trace?

I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. “I need blood,” she said gently. “Lucian’s… and hers.” “She’s right there,” I replied bitterly. Juliet set to work. She drew a circle with ancient symbols around them, whispering words I couldn’t understand. I pricked Lucian’s tiny finger with my teeth, just enough to draw a drop of blood. He wailed, and I tucked him against my chest, kissing his crown. His blood hit the ground beside Emmeline’s. I stood there in the midst of it, drenched in blood, heart torn apart, holding the last piece of her I had left.

Abruptly changing his tone all of a sudden, he bellowed, “Juliet Jones, kneel!” “What?!” Juliet exclaimed. Her heart shuddered as she stared incredulously at Del. “Kneel!” Del roared again. The feeling of dread grew inside Juliet’s heart. Yet, she kept trying to persuade herself against panicking. “Father, why are you asking me to kneel?” Juliet questioned. “Why should I kneel?” Del’s eyes were now bloodshot. His pupils were covered with tiny blood vessels and veins were popping on his forehead. Following a loud clap, Del slammed a jade bangle on the counter for the candles.