In West Side Story Does Maria Die Novels & Stories

“She’ll stay in the east wing. Monitored. Shadowed. One wrong breath—” “I’ll bury her myself,” Matteo finished. ~~~~~~~~~~ NIGHTFALL Maria stood on the old chapel balcony, staring down at the vineyards. Aria joined her without a word. For a while, neither spoke. Then Maria whispered, “You think he’ll survive it? The child?” Aria didn’t answer right away. Then softly— “He won’t survive it.” She turned. “He’ll own it. And if we fail him, he’ll bury the world that tried to cage him.”

She looked towards her grandfather, crying pitifully, "grandfather, you have to help me!" Marco only glanced at her once, before he turned his gaze away. Obviously, Sophia has been abandoned. "Lira...come down from there and we can talk about this now. This is just ..." I was still speaking when I heard a gunshot ring out. I had no idea where it had come from, I had no idea how it happened, however, I sat the bullet hit Lira's chest before she fell into the raging sea all at once! "Lira!" I cried out, as I prepared to jump in after her!

" You're not winning this one...Maria will walk away, as well as your sister." Junior grits his teeth. "Have it your way, then." And he leaves. " What do you think he'll do?" Marco asks. "Nothing...he's bluffing...he won't risk an attack. His drugs come through our city. If he starts something, we're take action, then." Back at home, Maria was playing the violin on the terrace. She always played the same song when I was around. "What is it called?" I asked.

That somewhere along the way, you'd fallen in love with your target and now had no idea if you were the villain or the victim in your own story? Maria was in her room, staring out the window. She didn't turn when Isabella entered. "Mama? It's me. Bella." Slowly, Maria turned. Her eyes were clearer than they'd been in weeks, focused with an intensity that made Isabella's breath catch. "You're really doing it," Maria said, her words only slightly slurred. "Marrying him." "Mama, I can explain—" "You promised me." Maria's good hand gripped the wheelchair's armrest. "You promised you'd choose life over death. Love over hate."

he huffs when he finally gets the memo that I'm not going to budge. "You can come, but you're not allowed to let go of my hands or leave my side." "Yes, baby." I kiss him on the nose and lead him out of the room. "I'm not going to leave your side."The execution is almost anticlimactic. Maria is almost dead when they drag her into the square. I know that's all Lucas' doing. It still doesn't stop the pack members from hurling curses at her.

“I missed you, Carlos.” I caught her wrists mid-air and pushed them down. “What do you know about Catrina?” I asked, my patience already gone. She looked at me slowly, lips curling as her fingers traced my face, down my chest. She circled me deliberately before dropping onto the couch. “Carlos, stop acting childish,” she laughed. I stayed where I was, watching the way she put on a show with her body. “We both saw how Maria died,” she said. “So how could she possibly come back to life when she took her last breath right in front of us?”

I voice my uneasy feelings aloud to Diego, and he went quiet I’m assuming he was lining his sight with mine, to see what I was seeing. Fuck! I needed to know what they were saying. “Shit, he wouldn’t?” Diego blurted from beside me. I didn’t know what his blunt remark had meant but the almost shock like sound that edged his voice made me clench my jaw tight. “He wouldn’t what?” I ground out and he sighed heavily as I watched Maria place a single kiss to Vince’s cheek before making a swift exit from the hall. Fuck, Fuck and Fuck! I want to dig this fuckers grave; she was now kissing strangers? Giving her time of day to the likes of the Italian mafia? While I was out here trying to fight my way

Fernando asked. Maria Victoria twirled her fork between her fingers and he watched as she stared at him. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind right now. “I can handle it,” she said. “I … there’s no end to this, is there? It’s you and me, and we’re married.” “You won’t get a divorce, and the only way out now is death.” “That’s a lovely thought,” she said. “I don’t want to die, and I don’t intend on making it so. I’m guessing you killed someone today.” She twirled her fork in her pasta, and he waited as she took a bite.

"No, that's not all. Something more happened. Many years later, Maria and auntie Annalise had a serious altercation during an event both families had attended. It was clear that Maria still loved uncle Dante, even after 9 years in marriage. Uncle Dante had ended up taking his wife's side, as he was supposed to. He warned Maria never to come close to auntie Annalise again. Francisco had been angry as well, and he got into a physical fight with uncle Dante." "Are they children?! Oh God! Behaving like yourself and Anthonio." I shook my head in disbelief and he chuckled. "Well, something tragic happened the week following their fight." "What happened?" "Maria died." "Oh my goodness!" That was a

"Damian, come on! Let's..." "There was never us, Maria! The only thing I cared about was the luxuries you provided, and my daughter." Tears are flowing down her cheeks after realising how stupid she has been. "I'm sorry, but this is where it all ends. I'm going to start afresh, but only with my daughter. Good..." I don't heed the last words as the sound of gunshots echoes throughout the jungle, making me leap in fear as another one follows. Maria's lifeless body collapses to the ground. Every nerve in me turns cold.