Are The Baudelaires Parents Alive นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tears of joy welled up in them as I stared at my parents, my heart overflowing with love and longing. I took a step forward, my voice trembling with emotion. "Mom... "Dad..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. My mom turned around, a warm smile on her face. "Ella, darling, our dear daughter." My dad stopped playing the flute and stood up, his eyes shining with love. "Our little Ella, all grown up." But something didn't feel right. My parents were dead. Who were these people? I took a step back, my heart racing with mixed emotions. I was about to rush into their arms when, suddenly, darkness began to hollow around them. It started as a faint shadow but quickly grew, swirling around my pare

His face scrunched up in worry. "Nightmare?" Alaric asked as he passed her a glass of water. Belle nodded and gulped down the water to calm her over-flooding emotions. "Should I call your dad?" Alaric was unaware of her past and thought it was Apollo who she was missing and calling out to in her dreams. "Apollo is not my father. He is my uncle. My dad, Albeit Smith, is dead." Belle nonchalantly replied. Her words stunned Alaric. He made sure to run a proper investigation into what Belle had said.

The confused maid then left the room after receiving Anantari’s order. Meanwhile, Elard felt like he was in a courtroom. Both his parents were there, and at some point an envoy from the elders had shown up too. Their sharp stares made their dislike, ambition, and hatred obvious. His immoral act was laid bare before his mother, who never expected her son to spend a hot night with Aurora’s Bride at the cottage. They stood facing each other. Elard closed his eyes and let out a heavy sigh, he couldn’t bear to see his parents’ disappointed faces, not with an elder watching. 'How did an elder show up so early this morning?' Elard started to suspect something.

Not like this. “It’s dangerous, little silver…” My mother tried to warn me. “Besides, Orion and Damon were literally immortal. They had been alive for centuries already, and now that they’re gone… they are truly gone. There is nothing left. They can’t come back again.” “Then at least Marcellus and Hyacinth…and Ezra… They aren't immoral... it should work with them... Please, I can’t lose them. Not like this. Please, mother… please, father… I beg you…” I cried, pleading desperately.

When my parents were alive, we were rich. Dad had a big company while Mom owned a restaurant but when they died, it was as if we were born as paupers. Dad's uncle took away the company from us and mom's restaurant was sold. Everyone abandoned us and I almost gave up but Ella kept me going. Why do people want me dead? Just why? I slept off with that thought in my head. When I woke up, it was evening already. Wow! Did I sleep that long? I was about sitting up on the bed when Audrey came in.

I thought of asking an Elder from another neighboring pack to help us out but it wasn’t allowed. “ What are our chances that Delia would be back from wherever she went? “ I asked him. “ I confirmed it from her daughter that she left behind a suicide note before she disappeared. So, I think our chances are zero percent, “ Damien answered. “ That leaves me with no choice but to go to Madeline, Maeve’s mom. She grew up in the home of the Armstrong’s so she should be able to help. She should at least know the spells to use in performing the rites, yeah? “ I asked him, already getting frustrated.

Zoran replied quickly, "Please don't act so impulsively, Darryl. You cannot rush their rescue. The palace has very tight security so you won't be able to break in so easily. I can help you, but we need to plan for it." "Yes." Darryl nodded; he felt grateful. He served his godfather with a drink and asked, "Oh, how are my parents?" Ever since the battle at the Wishing Star Tower, his parents had been sent to live with the Carters family; he did not know how they were doing.

That's what her father always referred to her as. "I guess I should start going there," excited Aurelia said and started off. Nella nodded respectfully as she watched her leave. The attic had been closed since the incident, and Aurelia had always wanted to go in there and see. It was only reasonable now that her father should let her see before getting married. She entered. "Dad?" She called out to him, but there was no answer. She went in further, and then she saw what was written on the wall. 'DIE BITCH! '

I was taken aback at first, but I quickly understood. The explosion had been really loud, so the neighbors must have heard it and called the police. Was my family about to find out I was dead? Dad hung up the phone, and I watched my parents' expressions closely, hoping to see some hint of concern over the news. I was disappointed. Mom just looked annoyed, complaining, "I told the staff to double-check everything before we left. How could there be a gas leak? What is Frida playing at now? She's always sneaking around. She must've broken out of the basement to mess up Calla's birthday again."

"I had a dream. In that dream, Jade died, and you wanted to use my luck to bring her back. Every day, you tied me to a lab table, doing experiments on me. I was in so much pain. But luck can't bring back the dead. I lost my legs, my eyes, and in the end, I died too. When I was dying, I called out to you, and you said…you're Jade's mom. So, I don't want to call you Mom anymore. I don't want to die again." Amanda was dumbstruck as she stared at me. "Impossible! I could never do that to you..." But I didn't want to say anything else. I turned around and walked back through the door. After that day, the Bakers struggled and barely clung to life. It was only a matter of time before they went unde