Javert's Death Les Miserables Lyrics Novels & Stories

“My Jean, my love, I’m sorry.” I feel my chest constrict at his words because I don’t know how to believe them. So, I stay quiet and keep on pretending to sleep as Dante lays his heart out for me. “I love you… so much, that it hurts. And I know it hurts you too,” he says as his hand stills in my hair, gently pulling it away as if he’s afraid his confession or his ministrations might wake me up. But he doesn’t stop talking. “I wish I could take the nightmares away. I wish I could go back in time and make sure you never have to take a life, but I can’t and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Jean.”

His words leaving his lips, yet again it faded away in the already messed air, but even though it did still my legs didn't stop moving towards the door, not until he spoke out once more. "Is our love really nothing?" "Are you really going to go back to him, that fucking bastard?" More words leaving his lips, I could feel as my legs finally stopped moving but still even though the heartbreaking words hit me hard on my chest, still all my lips ended up speaking was even more worst than anything else. "Our love?, Yes Mr Xavier steel, this is the end" The awful God forsaken words leaving out of my lips, yet again not only did I watch as his face slowly squeezed with more burning flames inside, b

he ordered, his voice devoid of any emotion. “No!” I cried, falling to my knees. I clasped my hands together, my tears streaming down my face. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll do anything. Just let me go!” Jasper crouched in front of me, his face mere inches from mine. His eyes glinted with malice as he spoke, his voice low and mocking. “You think begging will save you? Do you know where you are? You’re in hell, sweetheart, and there’s no escape.”

“Has anyone ever looked you in the face and told you how ugly you are?“ He asked, his words piercing my heart like a knife. My lips quivered for words, and my heart writhed in pain at his questions. “Yes," the word slipped out of my mouth. He looked at me with an inexplicable expression, squeezing his face lightly. “Many of the maids in the pack here sing it to my ears every minute of the day.“ I replied, hot tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I stared at him thinking he would be empathetic toward me but a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “They aren't blind. They are right!" Jace voice resounded in the air, the weight of his words crushing my heart into pieces.

"What does that mean?" "It means I decide when. Not you." She stepped closer, close enough that I caught her perfume, floral and expensive and strange against the smell of asphalt and cut grass. "You're going to walk into that theater every single rehearsal and play Juliet like some poor dying little martyr, and I'm going to sit three feet away watching you do it. The whole time, you'll know I could end you with one sentence whenever I feel like it." "You'd actually use something like this?" "I'd do a lot of things you don't think I'm capable of." Her smile didn't reach her eyes at all. "See you at rehearsal, Juliet. Try not to faint again. Bad for the brand."

“ ’Tis glad I am to hear it, husband, for ’tis the truth I despaired of you ever giving me the words I most wanted to hear.” “You stay with me and you’ll hear them every day for the rest of our lives,” he said in a harsh tone that was rife with grief and desperation. “Ah, lass, I don’t deserve you. ’Tis God’s truth, I don’t, but I want you all the same and I’ll not live a single day without you.” “What a pair we are,” she whispered. “Battered, bruised, and bloody. Too weak to help the other to our deathbed. ’Tis the truth we’ll have to die here because I lack the strength to carry you.”

"In dreams, I see you, a fleeting glance A moment's peace, a lifetime's dance But when I wake, the pain remains A hollow ache, a heart in chains" "Oh, Louis, my love, my guiding star Why did you leave, and travel so far? In death, you took a part of me Leaving me with tears, and a shattered sea" Vivian's song faded away, and she collapsed onto the wet ground, her body shaking with sobs. Kian knelt beside her, holding her close, as the rain continued to pour down. Ryan and Ava watched from the car, their eyes filled with tears, as Kian and Vivian mourned the loss of Louis.

Alive and smirking at all of us before landing his eyes on Marly. I could not hear what he said, but I read his lips, “It is time for you to die,” he had stated. I felt the rage inside me once again, as I stepped forward pounding on the barrier. Jeff and Sarah had joined me, as Marise stood back in shock. “This is not good,” she kept muttering, in awe herself of what she was seeing. Marly POV

The deprived man falls to the floor with the intense pain inside his body. Coughing blood and his stomach is nearly destroy by his hard punches. Jostein grabs his hair then looks at his face… he pinches the cheeks then turn it to the left and right. “Such a handsome but non secretive type of person… you know, not all the time you must be a hero. Remember, all heroes DIE!” with his enlarging eyes he cries so loud with a blood in his saliva—falling to the floor. “Remember me; I am Jostein De Vere… your nightmare, in this shit land of misery. I will end all your sufferings so you can call me a God.” A tongue moistening his lips.

her mad laughter makes shivers crawl up my spine. “So, it is true. You caused those disasters?” I ask. Her malicious grin widens as she ignores me and glances back at Michael, “M’as-tu aimé quand tu m’as tué?” Did you love me when you killed me? Michael visibly shudders, his eyes glistening with tears. “Je t’ai toujours aimé.” I’ve always loved you.