Angry Grandpa Body Bag Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And here's the other thing. Your people swore up and down that my father's body was still in your storage facility, and they charged me for it. Fine. Then take me to the storage area right now and bring my father's body out, safe and intact. "You took the money, so you'd better provide the service. If you had the nerve to charge me storage fees, then you'd better be able to produce the body." My voice carried clearly through the entire corridor. The families standing around erupted the moment I finished speaking, their voices overlapping from every direction. "So that's what happened! This place is crooked. The body was already cremated, and they still shook him down for 100,000 dollars!" "

I didn't know what got into Mom this morning, but she had insisted I deliver this bag to Grandma personally. "What did you just say?" Grandma, who could barely walk a second ago, suddenly rushed toward me like she'd been pumped with adrenaline. She clamped her hands around mine, her cloudy eyes lighting up with a strange, intense gleam. Her face even flushed an unnatural shade of red. "Mom asked me to give you this bag." I tried to yank my hand free. As her hands were dry and bony, it felt as if I had been grabbed by a dead tree branch.

Butterfly Gang? They have a butterfly logo, lol. "And they're the ones who killed your grandma." He said sadly. Something stirred in my heart. I'm not sure if I'm hurt or if I'm feeling angry. I feel like my whole body is heating up, and my eyes are about to burst from the intensity of my gaze. What the F*ck? What's happening to me? "Little princess, you're a true-blooded Mafia. You can't shake off that feeling. Your aura shows that you're about to explode in anger anytime. Learn to control it, just like your Mom," Grandpa said calmly.

I snatched the urns from Nate’s hands. “Don’t touch them! You don’t deserve to! You lost the right to call yourself their son! You don’t deserve to carry their ashes!” Camile stormed over to grab them too. “Andrea, you’re out of control!” She shoved me hard. I hit the floor. Though I clutched the urns tightly, they still slipped from my grasp. As the urns hit the ground, what remained of my in-laws mixed together in a cloud of gray.

said Officer Stewart to his team member. “I k-killed him. He threatened to kill us if I didn’t sign everything to him,” said Grandpa Ben, making a valiant effort to speak. There was a gun lying beside Grandpa, which he might have used. The ambulance arrived, and they carried him outside the house. Sebastian and Caleb gasped with panic at seeing Grandpa’s critical condition. Caleb checked him and gave him the first aid he needed. With three bullets lodged in his body, there wasn’t much he could do. They accompanied him inside the ambulance.

Accidental Alpha’s Bride Chapter Seventeen Angel’s POV The preacher finished the funeral rites and in an hour Grandpa was laid to rest in a grave filled with flowers, his favorite stuff he liked, a baseball and a multitude of written letters in small stamps at his graveside. After that we went back into church to complete the rights with the rest of the family members seated in the large cathedral dressed in black. Black shoes, stylish suits, and expensive black glasses and with an air and flair of authority- the mighty Vinci-Souzas.

“Because even though Ivy and I did a lot of things to you, you never thought of doing anything bad to us. I know you tried to help Ivy when she was getting taken advantage of. I will never forget that.” I’m shocked. I can’t bring myself to speak as we walk. The last person I would expect to help me is Nadia, and yet here she is, leading me to the funeral. My heart is heavy, and it gets heavier with every step. I can see Grandpa’s portrait from here, showing his wrinkled smiling face. I can see his coffin, and as we get close enough, I catch a glimpse of Grandpa in it. He’s wearing a black suit, and he looks… peaceful. His hands are folded over his chest, and his face is relaxed.

Angela into the ambulance. I moved closer to her and held her hand while looking into her gray eyes. “Baby,” I said quietly, forcing the words out, “grandma got shot yesterday. And before they could take her to the hospital… she died.” Cara’s eyes filled with tears almost instantly. “Does this mean… I won’t get to see her again?” she asked, her voice breaking. My chest tightened painfully. I nodded slowly and pulled her into a hug before the tears fully fell. She buried her face against my shoulder and began to sob, her small body shaking in my arms. I held her close, rubbing her back gently while her cries filled the quiet room.

The sun looked like it was behind dirty gauze, too weak to illuminate anything. The grave was dug on the hillside behind the Old Grove, next to Grandma's. A small grave. A small coffin, white oak, sealed with a coat of clear varnish that still held a few fingerprints that hadn't dried. Grandpa had varnished it himself. When they began to lower the coffin, Mom rushed forward. Both hands locked around the edges. She threw herself over it, fingernails digging into the wood, and no one could pull her off. "Let me see her one more time, please, just one more look, I never finished saying what I needed to say—"

“Thank you, son.” Allen took his grandma's hands in his as they walked out of the V I P area and then the airport, the bodyguards following closely behind them with his grandma's bags and baggage. Allen always wondered why his grandma carried such a large number of bags. But he later found out that the bag contained creams and lotions for her anti-ageing skincare routine. Once they are outside, they put the bags in the trunk, but all of them don't fit, so one of the bodyguards had to book a ride for the remaining bags. While the remaining two joined in Allen's car.