Book 3 in the Mila and Jughead series ________________________________________ "When this is all over, I'll get everything back to normal, and everything will be fine. Because we rise from the ashes."

"I want to thank you all for coming. I know you all...loved my son. So, before I give my speech, I'd like to invite the only other person who loved Jughead nearly as much as me up here. Cynthia Blossom." FP, eyes red and full of tears, stepped down from the raised platform. I sat beside Jellybean, only looking at the casket and nothing else. It was made from a smooth wood with red and white roses on top. Jughead would have hated them, thinking they were cliche and I would agree. "Thi?" JB said, touching my arm slightly. I sat with my arms crossed over my stomach and wrapping around myself as my knee bounced uncontrollably. She was holding an order of service. I couldn't bring myself to hold one. I looked at her, and she nodded her head to FP who was holding out his hand for me to take.

Jason Blossom died. No-one knows how. No-one knows who. It seems like everyone is keeping secrets from Aria Blossom. Can she cope with her family being torn to shreds by the death of her brother.

Jughead Jones

"I thought you hated strawberry shakes?" "I did. Next question." - SOCIAL MEDIA SERIES JUGHEAD JONES © copyright 2017 mellochello All Rights Reserved

jamais vu [ʒa.mɛ.vy] never seen. refers to the phenomenon of experiencing a situation that one recognizes in some fashion, but nonetheless seems very unfamiliar. ↬ This piece of fiction was previously called ROSE || Jughead Jones. jughead jones x female!oc [EDITING]

JUST A SKELETON OF BONES, WEARING NOTHING BUT CLOTHES AND SHE IS PARALYSING. ❝grow from the dirt they left you in❞ [riverdale - jughead/oc] [#162 IN FANFICTION] [#82 IN FANFICTION: APRIL] [ cover by @voidkhaleesi ]

"Before she heard her best friend die, she was already having a pretty bad day." In which an aspiring novelist named Jughead requires the help of a photographer named Alice. (#9 in Fanfiction 3/04/17) (#1 in Archie 11/29/20) A Riverdale fanfic about Jughead Jones

When he put me down, we were both a little out of breath, still happy and in love, but slowly realising what was ahead of us. Whatever events would come next, we would be ready for and we would face it together. "Yeah, we're damaged." I stated, looking down at my leg, knowing the scars lying under my clothing. "Badly damaged." Jughead replied, lifting my head up, my lips closer. "But your love's too good to lose." We stated to each other. I knew I would be with Jughead for the rest of my life. There was no one else I would rather be with and there was no one else that would come close to treating me as well as Jughead.

Savanna feels like there's nothing that can surprise her anymore after living in Riverdale. The town with pep certainly still has a few tricks up its sleeve including an anonymous camera man, a castle-school full of pretentious teenagers waiting to take a bite out of Jughead, and... is that Peter Parker? With acceptance letters and college in mind, Savanna can handle a little senior year drama, but she definitely was not prepared for the moment her friends and sister decided to start hiding information about her boyfriend's life. It doesn't take long for the Riverdale teen to find out that secrets can truly go to the grave... // season four of riverdale [book four]