How Does Juliet Kill Herself Novels & Stories

" She laughed maniacally as she endured the punches and kicks raining down on her. There was not a trace of fear in her eyes because she knew that no matter how violently they beat her, it was meaningless. What had happened couldn’t be undone. They were all infected, and there was no cure. At least this way, even if she went to hell, she wouldn’t be alone. As that thought settled in, a look of satisfaction spread across her face. Seeing that expression only enraged the others further. They wanted nothing more than to tear her apart. Julian strode over viciously, pulled out the knife he had hidden behind his back, and plunged it in without hesitation. The fury on his face was identical to the

Questions started flooding his ming again. Why is he even here, and why was he so invested to a human? And to top it all, why wasn't he doing anything despite being conscious about it already. He spaced out the entirety of the scene until Willow came back. The play was about to end. The story was frustrating to begin with, but the ending was more tragic. Willow watched as Romeo found Juliet and thought she was already dead because of a plan that didn't reach him. He took his own life, and when Juliet woke up and saw that her lover was dead, she also killed herself. That was the only time that their families decided to make up.

“No...” “Juliet was bleeding behind her car, calling for help,” he said, staring down at me m. “Your father watched her die under a barrage of bullets. Instead of helping, instead of fighting back, Frederick Vance ordered his driver to turn the car around. He ran and left her there.”

I will kill him. "Maybe if Juliet trusted that Romeo would get them out instead of taking matters in her own hands, she wouldn't have killed them both." "Maybe if Romeo stopped sucking his own dick and believed in them, he would have known she could never just leave him behind." The class was in a roar of laughter shouting out their sides. They knew this was not about some kids in a fictional tale written hundreds of years ago. "Whatever you want to believe Alley. I can assure you I will never be Romeo following some ass down a rabbit hole of death either way. I wouldn't have even thought twice about drinking that poison after she betrayed me like an ignorant child."

Juliet had won, she had already stolen everything from me, but I won’t let her steal from Rafael too. Maybe I deserved it, but he did not. And so I grasped the head of the sword, and in a split second I stabbed Juliet in her chest. She immediately gasped, with her hands reaching around the knife and there was a stint of realization in her eyes as blood gulped from her lips. “Safron?” She stuttered and with tears falling from my eyes, I nodded. I watched the life depart from here as she fell backwards, dying with a smile across her face. “Lucien” She called my name softly and I fell to my knees to hold her hands.