Juliet Immortal Novels & Stories

Maria groaned. Finally everything stopped and it played how it happened. We stood where we were but they couldn't see us. The broken glasses and woods were placed perfectly. And a yell took me out of observation of the surrounding. "The apocalypse has started." We have to keep this book for her!" Juliet said to her husband as she held his hand. Under her feet, where she stood was a drawn pentagram with candles by its sides. The enchantment started off until Juliet cut it short. "Wait!" Juliet whispered. "Where is she?" She has to be with us as well.

“I know you’re not around often because you can’t face the memories. I understand that. But don’t mistake it—Monet isn’t here to replace her.” Juliet’s lips curved in a sharp, cold smile. “Monet. Yes. The orphan girl from the convent. The employee turned wife.” Her smile sharpened, her voice dropping to a venomous purr. “Tell me, Richard, how long has she warmed your bed? Rumor says it’s been since the day she first entered your house.” The words landed like a blow, though Richard kept his eyes forward. The atmosphere in the room tensed; both lawyers cleared their throats inconspicuously. Harvey laid a restraining hand on Juliet’s shoulder.

But what she doesn’t understand is why can Freeda see it too? Freeda was seated beside him at the table and Jude just listened and felt how weird Freeda was reading the book while he sees nothing in it. "This book is about eternal love and sacrifice until death, but the deity has a gift, that is beauty in immortality, what exactly is beauty in immortality?" Freeda read and Jude was amazed.

Johan piped up. Harlow nod at Karina, and smiled at Johan. An immortal never truly dies, unless their killer knew what to do to make sure they stay die. They would reborn again each time, but that meant their mates would have to wait until they were of age.

Juliet’s POV Walking towards the stage, I took a deep breath. The shining bulbs, the music playing, the chattering, and the glamour surrounded me. The eyes of lustful men traced my every move, their gazes running over my body. “Come on, Juliet!” Daphne's excited call snapped me out of my trance. I sighed, grabbing the pole as I lifted my weight, swirling around it, my body syncing with the music. The men approached the stage, tossing money at me. Seeing the pile of cash, I pushed harder, stripping more, following the beats. One hand guided me on the pole while the other traced down my exposed legs, moving rhythmically. I bit my tongue, twisting and turning, doing everything I could.

Because in this world, there was no time to process one crisis before the next began. Juliet went back to her room and lay in the dark, thinking about everything that had happened. Forty-eight hours ago, she'd been nobody. Now she was married to a zillionaire with enemies who saw her as a target. But she'd meant what she said. No second thoughts. She'd survived worse than rich people playing games. She just had to keep surviving for eleven more months.

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”

“Because if she took the Visane, that would mean she’s immortal and that she’s still alive just like the two of y—“ “She’s not” I interrupted, cutting Kayla short. “Juliet is not alive.” “She did die.” “Many years ago, she died. You see there’s only one thing in the world that could kill an immortal and it’s called Safron,” I explained. “Safron?”

Juliette raised her gun without hesitation. “Where is he?” she demanded. “Where is Damon?” Celeste chuckled. “Alive for now. But that depends on what you do next.” Juliette took a step forward, fury rising like a wave. “This ends tonight.” “Oh, I agree,” Celeste purred, circling the room like a predator. “It ends with you choosing who dies. Just like always.” Juliette’s hand twitched. “I’m done playing your games.” Celeste’s smile tightened. “No, you’re just a pawn who got too close to the queen. You were never supposed to survive, Juliette. But you made yourself a threat. You made him love you.”

Watched Alec hold Zara like she meant something. Watched Zara cry over dreams Juliette had died for. “How does it feel,” she whispered to the screen, “to know I burned for you… and you gave my crown to a street rat?” Simon chuckled beside her. “You still want him?” “I want his empire,” she said. “Then I want him to kneel before me and beg for forgiveness.” “And the girl?” Juliette’s smile darkened. “She’ll learn what it feels like to be erased.”