Why Did Juliet Kill Herself Novels & Stories

“Romeo and Juliet” the English lecturer, Madam Lisa stands in front of the entire class and begins her explanation. “It’s a tragic love story by William Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet were supposed to be sworn enemies but they fall in love…” Gina and rest of the class students listens to her and also notes down important words and points. “So they kill themselves because they cannot cope with being separated from one another.” Madam Lisa concludes with a sad look. Some of the students felt sad at this tragic love story while Amy yarns and covers her mouth hiding from the teacher’s sharp eyes not wanting to gain her attention.

Caitlin could hear people sobbing all around her, as they all watched in horror, as Romeo drank a vial of true poison, assuming Juliet to be dead. ROMEO O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. And then the horror deepened, as Juliet awoke from her sleep to find Romeo dead, truly dead, beside her, having just killed himself because he thought, tragically, that she was dead: JULIET What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop

drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make die with a restorative. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. Juliet stabbed herself, as the audience gasped, and as she did, Sage sat there, mesmerized, and felt as if he had been stabbed himself. The curtain fell, and the crowd slowly erupted into applause. Sage sat there, feeling so numb, so deeply lost in the action of the play, that he had a hard time coming out of it. He forgot for a moment where he was.

ALESSI POV I'm sitting in my car outside the football stadium, looking at a damn girl in a cheerleading photo on my phone. Juliet Monroe. Who the hell names their daughter Juliet anyway? There's a lot of cheerleading things I found about her online, like there are pages dedicated to her, but none that she runs herself. What eighteen year old girl doesn't have social media? That was literally the weirdest thing to me. I did do some digging, though. Her mother died when she was a kid by apparently drinking too many sleeping pills and then drowning in the bath. The police report claims it was an accident, but it sounds like suicide to me.

I breathed it in. “Why did you do it? Cut ties with the Moonrise pack, and threaten to disassociate with any pack who remained allied to them?” “He disrespected you, and as my mate, disrespecting you means doing the same to me. I do not take such lightly.” “What did you do—to Juliet?” I asked, because I had the feeling he knew of her involvement. “She’s dead, but she did that to herself,” he said. Involuntarily, my gaze trailed to his lips and without a single thought, I closed the distance between us, slamming my lips against his.

She places the muzzle against his neck. “Walk,” She orders and he does. “Kneel.” He does and everyone in the room stares at her. “Juliet?” One of them asks confused. “Who ordered you to be here?” Juliet asks. “Russlic, he said your father ordered it,” The tallest one says. “You are compromising an undercover mission. I can’t allow that,” Juliet pulls the trigger killing the biggest. She takes advantage of everyone’s shock and kills the tallest next. The shortest starts to run Catherine grabs him and kills him instantly.

How could a person who had been hiding for so many years, pretending in front of everyone, and even wanting to frame someone after her death kill herself so easily? “Rosaline killed herself! You’re the reason she killed herself!” Mr. Summers’s aged face turned dark all of a sudden. “It’s impossible that Rosaline would kill herself.” “She did!” “She didn’t!” “She did! She killed herself!” “Impossible!” “Why is it impossible? She did kill herself!” The two of them did not want to give in. Jane was confident that Rosaline did not kill herself. However, Mr. Summer was getting more and more heated as he refuted.

“And yet, you married her husband. Sleep in her bed. Replace her children's memory of her. Don’t pretend this is selfless, my dear. You’ve carved yourself into her space.” Monet’s heart pounded, but she found her voice steady, low. “Hannah's dead. I didn't kill Hannah to take her place, you can't blame me for being alive and filling the void that she left behind.” For the first time, Juliet’s poise cracked—barely, but Monet saw it as an apology for her harsh words on the tip of her tongue, but it didn't make it past her lips as Juliet's palm landed squarely against her cheeks with a resounding thwack.

Even her own father began to look at her with something like fear. Juliette believed the rumors. How could she not? The evidence was overwhelming. Everyone she loved died. Everyone she touched turned to ash. She was twelve years old, drowning in guilt and grief, when she overheard the truth. Cordelia's voice, drifting through a closed door. Laughing with a friend about how perfectly her plan had worked. "The medicine was so easy to poison," Cordelia had said. "A few drops of nightshade, and the little bastard was dead by morning. And the best part? Everyone thinks that wretched girl did it."

That's what he called me when I did literally nothing. If it was in the past, I would have sunk to my knees, pleading and explaining things to not make him misunderstand me. But, the present me did not care about it. He could think whatever he wished. I was done explaining. Once Beth had spilled wine on her shoes that Edward had just bought her and blamed me I did it out of jealousy. I slit my wrist and offered Edward to drink it to see the truth through my blood. But, he held my bleeding arm and threw me aside.