A Death In The Family Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

And I smiled—the first earnest smile I had since I stabbed that crystal quartz into Zac's neck. "Mom, Dad, Sis… I'm home. Zac Lopez is dead… Are you happy? The murderer who killed everyone is finally dead." Even their smiles looked happier in the photos as I finished. We were a family of four, but three of us died four years ago. I was the only one left—a college student at the time, about to graduate. My sister had always told me that she'd wait until I get a good job after I graduate and the family had stable finances before she would consider retiring, only for her to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

In this family, no matter how hard I worked, I was always the loser. "Here, Jasmine, have some cake too. Emma left a small piece." My throat tightened. I could only nod weakly. Maybe if I gave them everything, they would finally talk to me with a smile. I held back my tears. I wondered… When they found out I was dead, when they learned what Emma had done, would they still be smiling? Would they feel even the slightest bit of regret? I discharged myself and went home. David White, my husband, and our daughter, Betty White, were making handmade chocolates, and an apple pie was baking in the oven.

They piled charge after charge on me, trying to make sure I would be put to death in the name of justice. If the judge found me guilty, I would be executed on the spot. After I died, my cornea would be transplanted into my adopted sister, Sandy. My assets and my insurance money would go to them as well. I never thought that one day, I would be betrayed by both love and family. It was a fatal blow! I touched my stomach. Even though I had a new life growing inside me, I felt like a broken, lifeless doll. Unbearable pain spread through every part of me, and tears quickly welled in my eyes.

My heart tightened at the mention of my father's name. "Well, that's because she takes after her dog mother," my aunt spat. I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. "Now that you've seen her, do we have a deal?" my uncle asked the stranger. A deal? My heartbeat increased. What did he mean by “do we have a deal”? The stranger smiled. "Well... I haven't seen all of her," he snarled his voice darker, and my eyes widened in horror. My uncle turned to look at me.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

Within days, her figure grew thin and haggard. In the past, our family might have been devastated. But now, no one was willing to be fooled by her again. The day they took her away, I watched silently as her soul drifted from her body. She looked at me in terror. "Connie, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. Please don't kill me…" I smiled faintly. "You're already dead, aren't you?" She looked down at her corpse. After a desperate scream, her soul scattered into nothing. Only I could hear her final cry.

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

I closed my eyes, letting the last shred of my attachment to family die. "Think whatever you want. But Mom, even if you kill yourself right now, I'm still telling everyone the truth about that matcha."

After answering, the young assistant's expression also changed. His face was complex, his voice trembling with emotion. "Mr. Ashwood... the DNA... the DNA comparison results are in." "The deceased... is your sister, Jocelyn Ashwood!"