A Death In The Family Novel Novels & Stories

"Mom, I swear his death was an accident! None of us wanted this! He's gone—there's no need to throw ourselves in jail! Who's going to take care of you if I'm gone?" "Mom, Michael's the only son you have," Mom chimed in. "Can you bear to see him go to jail?" "Grandma, Flynn isn't your only grandson. I'm your grandson, too!" Felix cried out. "You can't favor just one of us!" Faced with their tearful pleas, Grandma finally relaxed her grip on the phone. She looked at Dad with a tired, defeated expression. "Tell me—what do you plan to do?" "We'll secretly bury him and tell everyone he died from an illness," Dad replied.

Her eyes were bloodshot, but her face was a void—utterly calm and hollow. Mom hurried into the morgue with the crowd trailing behind her. There lay Dad, his expression peaceful, his heart removed, no longer breathing. He had only been supposed to be "playing" dead, but now he was gone for good. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of irony at how perfectly things had turned out. Grandma Madeline couldn't handle the sight of Dad's body. She lost consciousness instantly and crumpled to the floor. Mom froze for a heartbeat, then spun around and delivered a stinging slap to Aunt Jacklyn's face. "How could you do this, Jacklyn? How could you just stand there and watch while they ripped Matthias' hea

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

"You and your family have truly suffered a horrible death, Fred—an entire family gone just like that, without even leaving a descendant behind!" I stared blankly at the scene as a sudden burst of wailing echoed in my ears. I noticed three coffins lined up neatly before me, holding the bodies of Wendy Lowe, Fred Lancaster, and Draco Lancaster—Mom, Dad, and my younger brother. Those who were mourning so passionately were Shawn Lancaster and Olivia Smith—my uncle and aunt from the countryside.

"You can tell it looks great just like how it's names sound..kris repiled. Their eye caught the big screen showing headlines news OMG they both scream!! "The Richard jones family found dead in their mansiom due to fire out break from the domestic works in the kitchen: Only his wife and children dead bodies were found.. Picture of Richard and his wife with his kids flip on the screen.. That cause richard was short at my house kris thought feeling so sad.. "What do we do now?? Cella asked.. "I don't know' kris said out of frustration.

In past, never for once did the thought ever cross her mind that the man she dated back then and lived with and was in love with, the man who pampered her, coaxed her, cleaned their house for her, never let her do any household chores , the man who lived such simple life with her with limited outfits, actually belonged to such a rich and an influential family. ‘That was right wasn’t it,’ she thought as her face soured, who’d know it better than her about the influence that his family held. She had lost a loved one at the brutal hands of someone who belonged to this very influential family, yet no hair was touched, no hands were laid on them, no guilty was bought to books till date.. she shud

Not long after that, Jake heard the front door as his brother left for school. On this day two years ago, Mrs. Caley died. It wasn't anything too tragic like a car accident or plane crash, suicide, or fighting cancer. It was a death that looked so pointless. Maybe that's why the Caley family couldn't accept such death. Everything was fine. It was so extremely ordinary and happy until it wasn't so anymore.

he continued, voice steady but stripped bare, “died in a motor accident. Both of them. Along with my two sisters. Same day. Same road. Same fire.” Something tightened in my chest. I kept my face neutral. “I was young,” he said. “Too young to understand death. But old enough to understand absence.” He swallowed. “No aunties. No uncles that came looking. No family meetings. I didn't even meet any of them before my family's demise. No hands pulled me out. I waited. Nobody came.” The room felt smaller. Even though I had heard about him somewhere in rumor, it has a different feeling hearing it from his mouth now.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this. Someone killed him and his entire family. We suspect foul play because all his doors were locked. He wouldn’t have been able to escape if he wanted to. We don’t know the source of the fire yet.” My ears wouldn’t stop ringing, and I couldn’t stop blaming myself for his death. Everyone around me always died. It was only a matter of time before I got Lily and my brother killed. I would doom them to a painful death. I cursed the day I thought it was a good idea to come to New York to get some answers. If death was the cost of uncovering the truth, maybe I didn’t want to do that. “Oh my God. This can’t be happening.” I muttered. “How old were his childr