Are The Baudelaires Parents Alive Novels & Stories

"But, according to what I know, Celeste's mother had cut ties with the Baker family when she married Mr. Frodo. Then, mom, why are you doing this?" "Although Celeste's mother has cut ties with the Baker family, no one knows what will happen in this world." Old Madame Davis smiled mysteriously, "Perhaps, there will be some changes, you never know." "But, mom, what does this have to do with the wedding present you gave?" "Back when your grandfather was young, there were some problems with the Davis Company. Thanks to the Elder of the Baker family saving this family, we couldn't be what we are now." "A favor that we are obliged to return, I want Celeste to receive it."

“The weekend passed, and she didn’t want to see us. She would only see Ian. We accepted that. Our mother had died the year before, so being around us would have been hard. The next Monday, we were going to go to the grave. I told them I would collect Adelia on the way. Dante said no, and he would. Then he called crying, saying she was dead. She’d cut her wrists and left a note with ‘Ian’ written on it. That was all.” Shit. I look at him. “I’m sorry. How old was she? What did your dad do?” I feel awful. “She was just turning seventeen. Our father had kept us out of the business, out of everything bad or illegal. Our parents had always said not until we were over twenty-one. They wanted our ch

There was nothing that his father would have wanted and Axel had always seen the reluctance in his eyes whenever Alexandrov realized that he still had to continue his life alone without Beatrice. And today... they had literally left him alone to be back together in a place that... well, Axel wasn't sure where they were. He believed that there was life after death, but he didn't know exactly where that place was. Wherever it was, at least he knew that his parents were back together in an eternity that no living person could ever see. "Axel," Cailynn grabbed his wrist and leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked out of the cemetery. "You're going home with me, aren't you?"

His face looked stiffer every time my mother called him by his first name. 'I don't know why your parents left you alone in such a big castle alone, Daniel." One corner of Balthazar's lips twitched again for the umpteenth time. "My parents didn't mean to leave me alone ... " he muttered with a frown on his face. Suddenly this absurd situation made me want to laugh. Mum's innocent questions and Balthazar's half-hearted responses, then Dad's occasional grunts from behind the wheel for a moment made me forget about Gabriel Adler and our planned meeting.

It felt good while it lasted until our realities hit us. "What are we to do with Baela now?" Mother asked. She was anxious, I could tell. So was I. "I know what we have to do, we have to go see ABBADON!" Father said, as he motioned us to hurry alongside him. My eyes lit up at the mention of his name. I had wondered what had happened to him at the Arena because he suddenly disappeared. He was nowhere to be found.

We continued eating in relative silence, but that didn’t stop my parents from scanning my body, lingering on the parts of me that were clothed as though they were desperate to peer at the scars beneath. Finally, after the Gods had demolished three entire pizzas to themselves (each, might I add), my father gained the courage to ask what all of them had likely been wondering. “So, how is it that you’re alive? Something must’ve happened. You—You vanished right before your birthday, kid. I—we—well, we weren’t sure what to think. Alpha Felix…” He trailed off, his thick brows gnashing together. “He’s really dead, isn’t he? Killed in a house fire.”

"My mother got married for the second time. But not even a month later, she was divorced again. Along with her new life, she stayed in that town where it can be so quiet that you begin to hear every movement of the wind. I miss her, of course. But she said she feels good there. And that's all that matters." "Yes. You're right. That's the most important thing." "And your parents? They're dead, aren't they?" Percival asked as if it were the most common question. And he was in no hurry to apologize for his abrupt question. Adelard nodded his head and replied, "Yes. I was raised by Nicholas and Andre." "Who's Andre?" "My cook?" "Where are they now?" "Celeste kicked everyone out of the house."

Ryan scoffed. “ Why do you always like getting on my nerves, Ryan?!" Deluxe cried. “ Because you're annoying. All my cousins are but you're worse. No wonder your husband wants a divorce. I mean who would live with you and be happy?“ Ryan mocked and Ryder chuckled. " Uncle! “ " Deluxe enough. “ Mr Alaric said. " What about your parents? “ Rose asked and Beauty gulped. " They died in a plane crash years ago. " She replied.

Audrey‘s POV: If it weren't for Grandma Margaret's insistence, I wouldn't have spent another minute in this house. The Bailey mansion might look like a palace from the outside, but to me, it had always felt like a beautifully decorated prison. Once inside my room, I slammed the door and leaned against it. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I fought to maintain my composure. I had fooled myself into thinking I was healed, that I'd grown strong enough to mention my child's death without falling apart.

"I'm not your husband but someone closest to you! This thing is so weird. I'm afraid you won't believe my words. Don't call the police! Pretend nothing has happened and go to the bank first!" I break into a cold sweat instantly. My parents passed away a year ago, so Nathan is my only family. How on earth did the texter find out I was about to call the police? Could it be a voyeur who found Nathan's phone and is spying on me? Is that guy an expert in telepathy? These thoughts vex me. I got out of bed to close the curtains. However, when I see my reflection in the French window, a weird thought suddenly crosses my mind.