Novel & Cerita Short Story About Romeo And Juliet

She fell to her knees and of millions of pieces of shattered glass pierced her but not caring that she was hurting herself, Rhea began crying. She did not care that she was bleeding profusely on the floor because all she could think about was the smart look on Aurora’s face and Rhea wanted nothing but to slap it off. Rhea had spent the entire day with the shopkeepers and the new neighbors, trying to get information on what plans Leonardo and Aurora had planned. To her displeasure, the shopkeeper had told her that Leonardo and Aurora would be renewing their vows. Rhea had missed out on the chance to ruin their wedding the last time but now, both Aurora and Leonardo were attempting to marry fo

HIGH SCHOOL REVENGE BY HEARTCODE CHAPTER 32: MAKE OUT SESSION Romeo trailed his hands, down Tiana’s lips who looked at him, with a confused gaze. She knew what was going to happen, but she had never experienced it, not even with Drake. She had always imagined that Drake was going to be the one, and yet fate has a strange way of rewriting her story. Now she was with the son of her enemy, and yet, she was speechless, as butterflies rose in her stomach. Well either that or nausea, but she did know one thing, she wanted Romeo to kiss her, it became so painful as it was an ache, in her heart.

I needed to find a way to cancel tonight’s date without hurting his feelings. Romeo is an Italian who moved here from Spain. He has been in Verona for three years and knows the city better than I do. He offered to show me around at night, and I gladly accepted because I have been so bored in my hotel room after Alejandro leaves me at 7 p.m. every evening.

Eve dragged Cathy to the stage, the light is on Eve. "Good day everyone, my name is Eve Jeremy, and I am here to tell you a story, a story about Romeo and Juliet, they are from a different world, and her parents are rich why his parents are nobody, what is she going to do when they are to marry her off to someone else, this drama will be an act by my mom and dad, so sit and watch."

Lanterns were lit, their light trembling over faces roughened by the past but softened by the present. Romeo sat close to Jessica on a low wall, the heat of the communal fire warning their clasped hands. Around them, people shared stories and laughter. A young couple danced badly but with joy; an elder recited a fragment of an old poem that made it's way around like a talisman. Jessica listened, letting each sound stitch something into her bones. "Do you ever worry the quiet will break?" Romeo asked, voice low.

More true. I reached for his hand and whispered, "I love you, Cassius." His eyes met mine, full of quiet joy, and he smiled the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. "I love you too, Juliet." And that was it. No more doubts, no more fears. Just love. Just us. It's our love story... End.

We danced slowly to the rhythm of song. We were both young when I first saw youI close my eyes, and the flashback startsI'm standing thereOn a balcony in summer airSee the lights, see the party, the ball gownsSee you make your way through the crowdAnd say, "hello"Little did I know That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebblesAnd my daddy said, "stay away from Juliet"And I was crying on the staircaseBegging you, "please don't go," and I said,

I shouldn't have asked that kind of question out of the blue. “Erm- I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this..” I trailed off feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. I guess I was just too tired. “No I love that question” he suddenly said making my eyes widen. “You do?” I asked, surprised that he was not yet creeped out but my weirdness. “Yes. My name is Romeo and you?” He asked. "J-juliet" I stuttered. Shit shit shit! He was obviously not going to buy that.

he paused, meeting my eyes relaying a message, "and don't think to follow me, because it's no place for bad girls with good sides." ~~End~~ When I woke up, Romeo was gone.

I wasn’t sure if he did it intentionally or not, but I wasn’t going to sit idly by. I nibbled at his, hearing him growl in approval. His hands ran down my back, while mine began to play with his hair. The more time passed, the kiss became more wild and passionate. “You are mine, Juliet. So forget about Romeos.” “Don’t worry,” I replied, agitated. “I never expected one.”