Jughead Betty Novels & Stories

Alpha Jerry was on the floor by now; struggling for his life. “I’d have loved a more glamorous death for you – like being torn apart by bulls. But I can only make do with a two-faced jug. It’s a rare kind of jug imported from China. When turned the other way, it oozes out a different flavour from the initial wine. It’s a mystery jug. It can carry both poisoned wine and healthy wine at the same time. I didn’t even have to flick a hand or catch my breath to kill you.” She laughed like a beast.

Betty had pulled those silver shards out herself with her bare hands. “Have you seen anything that you like, Betty?” I asked. I stepped up behind her, my hands gripping her waist, pulling her back against my chest to let the crowd know exactly who she belonged to. She did not lean back into me. Her body remained rigid, a stiff rod of bone and muscle. “Yes,” Betty said, her voice small, almost mechanical. “The blue handbag. The strap is long enough to go across my chest. There is a large pocket in the middle. A small one on the outside. It is purple and white.”

Julian coaxed her patiently, “Betty.” He looked at her petite face, and suddenly felt as if he was hugging a younger version of Diana. He wondered if she once had chubby cheeks that made people want to pinch them. Damn it. What was he doing, thinking about that drama queen for no reason? Julian shook his head and focused on feeding Betty. “Open your mouth,” he coaxed. He put Betty on his lap, and wrapped his arm around her. He held her chin with one hand, and positioned the spoon at her mouth with the other.

I asked Betty with a sigh as I played with the straw inside my drink. "Calm your tits, Jade. Or as I say, Destress your breasts." Betty said and I scrunched my nose at her, twisting my eyebrows together. "Or even better, soothe your boobs." She added sipping her drink. I raised my arms in between us for her to stop talking. "Just... stop with the breast talks and rhymes. It's getting cringey. I told her, drawing my drink nearer to myself to take a sip. She raised her hand in surrender smiling a little.

"Yeah I'm serious," "And what do you get out of this?" I asked curiously. "I get to see my best friend happy an-" "But your best friend is happy right now," "No he is okay he doesn't know what happiness is," "And being married is happiness," "Are we making the bet or not?" He asked. "We are," I replied chuckling, I looked over to Andre who was shaking his head in disapproval. "I raised you better," "You made him a hoe, " Jason said laughing.

About a woman who had prepared every argument seven times over and had never gotten to use them because someone had decided she was easier to take than to engage with honestly. Betty had gotten to use them. Betty was still here. She picked up the journal from the corner of her desk where it had sat since she came home, within reach, always within reach, the way you keep close the things that ground you. She opened it to the last entry. Read it once more. Build something real. Don't let them put you in a box. "I did," Betty said quietly to the empty office. "We did." She closed the journal. She went to the window and looked out at Thornfield in the midnight dark, the boundary lights glowing s

, Said Juhee. Betty nodded, " Okay, miss Juhee ". Whenever Betty comes across Juhee, her character changes, as if she is overwhelmed by Juhee's cold presence. Juhee was always confused, does Betty hate her? Because she doesn't stay her true nature in front of Juhee. " Congratulations ", Juhee said out of the blue, catching her off guard. " Did I get some achievement without me knowing in the hospital? How come I don't understand what you are saying? ", Betty was a little confused.

Jasper lifted a brow as his expression darkened. Before this, he might have been a little moody, but he was truly angered at that moment. … Jasper was called to Javier's study after he changed into a fresh outfit. "Daddy! You have to help me out! Poor me …" Betty hugged her dad and cried her heart out. Her tear-stained face was full of injuries from her catfight with her two friends in the afternoon. Even her lips were chapped. She looked pitiable.

The wind was biting, yet he was wearing only a thin layer of clothes. He shouted toward the phone, “Ruthie, this was a bet I made using you back then, and the loser had to jump into the lake. I know I did you wrong, so I’m giving all those wagers back to you now.” Someone tried to stop him. “Finn, that bet was made in the middle of summer! The water’s freezing now. You can’t do this!” Before his friends could convince him otherwise, Finn had jumped in. I hung up at that point. I felt nothing stirring inside me. I just found it ridiculous. He wanted to prove how guilty he felt, but I had stopped caring about all of that long ago.

"I can't lose you, Lena. But I'm realizing I'll lose you faster if I smother you than if I let you run." I turn my hand and thread my fingers through his. "Thank you." "For what?" "For listening. For adjusting. For being human when it costs you." "It always costs me." "I know. That's why it matters." Betty reappears and sets a second mug in front of Julian without asking. She fills it with the same bitter sludge and walks off. Julian eyes the mug like it's poison. "Drink," I say. "It's awful." "I don't drink awful coffee."