Afton Family Deaths Novels & Stories

“Spend your prison time wisely. Your mother passed away from the shock, so don’t worry about that.” Jared could not take it. He yelled at me and cursed like a sailor. However, I did not care. He was going to suffer. In the third year in prison, Jared got cancer and died because he was too stressed out by his environment. None of his relatives were willing to take his ashes. They felt that it was unlucky. I took it and spread his ashes in the highland. Since he loved bears so much, I was very happy to make sure he stayed with them forever.

“She was currently under arrest for attempting to murder her sister!” Everyone gasped. The music blared even louder and enjoyment resumed like he hadn't talked. "The Alpha has sent the doctor's report. We should act now" The men spoke. I tried to kill Freya who caused all the misadventures in my life? Even Eden could say something like this? I guess Kira Collins has been dead for a long time. I stood there and watched the bad men plot my family's downfall, they set the medical reports to the large projector secretly, and informed their Alpha.

Having lost her husband only months ago and now have to deal with so many political attacks on her only son. There was also another loss, my aunt doesn’t speak of him though. I don’t know what my mama told her, Alonzo was buried in the family crypt in the Cancio manor with the rest of the family and that was the end of it. I try not to think about it. “Maybe a truce with one of the powerful families would calm things down.” I suggest.

Rupert was lying there on the ground, tongue out, and his blood flowing like lava. Azazel could see the disappointment flooding Athena’s body. “Why, why did you do this? You took a life, and I am responsible for it,” Athena knelt, crying. This was all too much for her, “Why did you do it?” she put her head in her hands, weeping. Azazel didn’t make a move. He stood there and watched her cry. After a moment of tears, he tried pulling her into his arms, “no,” she rejected. Did he know what he did? He killed her aunt’s husband, Arthur, and Sophie’s dad. They are fatherless now.

Having lost her husband only months ago and now have to deal with so many political attacks on her only son. There was also another loss, my aunt doesn’t speak of him though. I don’t know what my mama told her, Alonzo was buried in the family crypt in the Cancio manor with the rest of the family and that was the end of it. I try not to think about it. “Maybe a truce with one of the powerful families would calm things down.” I suggest.

He had vile dark eyes and a seedy expression filed across his aged smooth-shaven face. Casey's eyes went back to the apparent headline that Rick had found. {"CRIME KING PIN DON ALFREDO DEAMOTTI POSSIBLY LIKED TO HIS ARRESTING OFFICER DET. VINCENT "VINCE" CHANNON AND HIS WIFE, TWO SONS, AND ONLY DAUGHTER BEING SHOT TO DEATH WHILE ON FAMILY VACATION BY TWO NOW-DECEASED HITMEN."} There were pictures of the incident a cabin covered in blood and bodies where the family aside from Rick himself had been found.

May’s POV I had lost count of the number of times my aunt, Brittany scurried in and out of my dressing room to remind me how many more minutes I had left. She was in fact more busy than anyone else in the room. She was the only family my siblings and I knew after our parents mysterious death in a ghastly motor accident. That was the darkest Friday of our lives. Ten years later and we still found every memory fresh in our minds.

A chorus of shrieks split the air. The pack of spoiled heirs who'd been thrilled and reckless seconds ago felt like someone had doused them with ice-cold water. Their eyes bulged as they stared at Lyle's corpse, cold sweat soaking their backs. Their mouths went dry, and the haze of alcohol evaporated, replaced by sharp, terrified clarity. They turned to stare at Ashton in disbelief. Someone had actually killed a guy right in front of them, and not just anyone—he'd killed Lyle. Lyle's family wasn't simple. They owned a mine and rubbed shoulders with the powerful.

“Do you think that I was there when those two kids were f-king around with knitting needles?” “People seem to die around you, Aislen Carter,” Tabith observed, her eyes narrowing. “That is interesting, isn’t it?” “Havermouth is a small town,” Aislen sighed. “I’m sure that I’m not the only common connection between these tragedies. And, you forget, my father also died,” she stepped back into the house and started to close the door. “And I was on the other side of the country when he did so, before you try to connect me to that.”

Alexei ordered Beta Nereo and he started to make the arrangements. Nathaniel's words were echoing in my mind. Someone attacked Mom and Dad’s car on the road coming back from a dinner party. Whoever killed them, has killed them brutally. Mom’s left arm was pulled out. And she was being stabbed twenty- one times. Dad’s right hand and right leg were cut off and his head was hit by a hammer multiple times. They found their body in front of the packhouse. No one noticed who placed their dead bodies in front of the packhouse. Who first saw their bodies was Winona and she fainted there with a scream. That's how people gathered there and witnessed the scene.