In West Side Story Does Maria Die Novels & Stories

"But I'm still not involved in this. I still don't understand why you want to kill me." "Shut up!" Maria shrieks and the brush that was still in her hand all this while shattered in dreads and fell off her hand. "You are involved cause you love him. That's why you will join him in the afterlife. Goodbye Jalen" she adds and raises her hand to strike her but a hand holds her back.

She hates me too much to be afraid anymore. "Isn't this what you want?" I whisper. "Don't you want to kill me?" Maria stares into my eyes, biting her lip hard before she gasps greedily for air. "I don't want anyone to die." Maria's body vibrates against my chest, and my hold loosens as I reach for her head.

Maria was beside herself and continued until she stood near it. "I'll just go with you," he whispered while crying. "I'm coming." Maria climbed the iron bridge and only thought of the faces of her father and mother. His eyes were closed and he was about to kick his feet in the air so that he would fall completely. "Don't!" A loud cry and Maria was pulled to get down. "Let me go! I want to die!" He shouted again and again. "Stop!" "Calm down, hija!" "I don't want to! I want to die!" He was still struggling until he was tired of struggling. He was kneeling on the road while both knees were bleeding.

Maria was with a knife, drawing blood from her wrists! “S-Stop,” I whispered, opening my eyes fully. Even though I didn't want to say anything before, I couldn't keep it now. I was the one who would heal her! I didn't think I had enough strength left in me to do so! I'd surely die now! “Stop it, Maria!” I screamed, but she turned to me, a wicked grin on her face, and she raised the knife. “You should die for him to acknowledge me,” she jabbed the knife inside her stomach, screeching in pain.

Straight back toward the SUV. "No..." I whispered. "Don't..." The explosion answered first. A deafening blast ripped through the depot. The black SUV disappeared beneath a wall of fire. Heat crashed across the yard. Metal screamed through the air as burning fragments scattered in every direction. For a heartbeat... Everything stood still. I stared at the flames. Maria... Gone. Just like that. The woman who had spent years hunting us... using an illegitimate authority. Had died inside the very trap her so called father built for someone else.

In Henry Dubois’ home. In his heart. Her chest tightened painfully. Memories collided,Maria slipping through their bedroom window, whispering promises of love and escape, brushing Elena’s hair and telling her she deserved more than their small-town life. Elena had imagined finding her sister alive, happy, maybe even a mother somewhere in the vast city. She never imagined this. She never imagined Maria had died in the arms of the man she loved. And that man was Henry. Tears blurred her vision. She set the frame down gently, unable to look any longer. The room felt suffocating. The weight of truth pressed on her until she could barely breathe.

Ella’s POV Maria’s hand slipped from mine. “Tell my fathers I love them,” she whispered one last time. “And that I forgive them.” Before I could respond, she let go of my arm completely. I screamed and lunged for her, but it was too late. She was already falling backward, her body tipping over the edge of the cliff, arms stretched out to the sides. But she didn’t fall into the sea.

Not a chance, shaking my head at her, I refuse. “What do you want, Maria? Do you want me on my knees begging for your forgiveness over what you saw? Do you want me to serve you every day, only you? Do you want me to give up my whole life for you? Because I will, you name it, and I will do it, Maria.” My hands gripping her shoulders, trying to force her to look at me, to make her see that to me, this is not a broken marriage. It is my life and something I won’t give up on ever. “I don’t want anything, Marcus, nothing at all from you, don’t you understand that? I don’t want any of it at all. I love you, you know I do, but things are dead.” Her words hurt. Are things really dead?

“So let me get this clear if I understand it correctly. I’m going to get that woman and bring her home, marry her for business alliance to pay my blood debt, or what?” “Or Francesco will marry your sister or I will lose you, Terzo. I don’t want to lose you, son. I don’t want more blood on our hands. I hope you understand the situation you put us in when you took Tomas’ life. You pay the consequences or Celestina. Your choice.” “Figlio de puttana! Over my dead fucking body. I’m not gonna put my sister in the same situation again. I’d rather pay it with life than—” I blinked off that memory that flashed before my eyes.

My hand throbbed almost as much as the headache I have now acquired. "Your father still wants you to marry?" KC asked as she took a seat on the edge of my bed, crossing her legs. She knows I've practically begged him to stop this marriage, she knows how he just laughed at me, telling me to fuck off. "Yes." I walked over to my balcony windows and looked into the night sky. Stars glimmered and shone, with a shooting star falling. I wished for happiness. I have argued with my father to no avail. It is a done deal. I ran a finger down my cheek, where my father slapped me last. I may not be bruised but I will always remember. I closed my eyes as I wished for his death over and over again. If only