Aunt May's Grave Novels & Stories

He’s been re-reading Cela’s response to his message and couldn’t believe she responded fast and no hesitation. “Nate!” Auntie May called from outside his door. “Yes, Auntie,” he said upon opening the door. He was surprised to see Dina standing behind his aunt. “Hi, Nate!” she greeted him. “We bought some goodies from the market. I’m sure you missed these too. Let's eat,” Aunt May said. “Why are you together?” he asked as he follows them to Auntie May’s house’s balcony. “Didn’t I tell you about this girl’s plan? She’s trying to bury her youth and beauty in these chores meant for us older women,” Auntie May said.

I must have eaten too quickly, because I started coughing. Aunt May quickly handed me a glass of water. I drank it gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my throat. “Try not to rush, there’s plenty,” she said gently. “And Layla... don’t carry the burden of your mother’s death on your shoulders. She's in a better place now. Don’t lose hope. She would want to see you healthy and happy.” I nodded slowly and returned to my food. Aunt May's POV

“Okay sir, you can get in. Sometime later… “Aunt may, where's mum?” Liam innocently asked, with his voice laced with concern and fear. “Ohh, she went to your aunt bunny's farewell pa…” “What does that mean aunts may?” Liam asks, as may lifts his chin up “It means, your aunt isn't well and she can sadly pass away anytime So the farewell party just means like a good bye forever sort of thing, do you understand” may pronounced. And Liam continued to ask more questions,

He entered the decrepit graveyard, hardly visible. He questioned a shabby, ancient, and much shorter tomb guard about something. He pointed to James' burial corner. James proceeded that way, bowing in gratitude. James passed unmarked graves. He reached a weedy grave with a nearly ruined headstone. James removed his sunglasses to examine the tombstone. Maya Delavina's name appeared. "Hey, Mom!"

“Dead,” Charles repeated slowly, staring at the woman standing at the end of the drive. “Aunt Margaret. My father told me his sister died as an infant. There’s a grave. I’ve seen it. There’s a headstone in the family plot with her name on it.” “I know,” the woman said softly. “I’ve seen it too. Years ago, before I understood what it actually meant. I used to think it was strange that my own grave existed somewhere I’d never visited.”

“Aww! How cute… you all are so cute… or else, how can I explain that while living in luxury and exploiting the goodness of me and my parents, you have lost some major chunk of your memory? Aunt May, you have completely forgotten that where you come from, you couldn't even afford a single piece out of all the designer outfits that are currently stuffed in your bag.” Her mouth opens and closes repeatedly without making any sound while the others are silently communicating amongst each other with their eyes. “And as for my lovely aunts and grandma, I guess you three have also forgotten that the person you guys got killed brutally, was the one to buy you all the jewelry you own today. Because yo

“Oh it's nothing. I've been meaning to thank her and I wanted to know when she'd be coming over." Even though I wasn't looking at Max, I knew their eyes were on me and they knew I was lying. “Rose, what's the matter? Is something wrong?" Max asked in a calm voice. I sighed and turned to look at him. “ I haven't been able to speak to May or Maxine since that day. I thought they left early but then I called May and she wasn't picking up. I also called May but she didn't pick up. May called me while I was at the ice cream parlor. She said her grandmother just died and she had gone for a burial.

I was confused. What he didn't understand was that the "us” he thought was a thing actually didn’t exist anymore. He hadn’t seen the legal documents I tucked into the lead driver's visor. documents I had personally signed. Elara Vance, CEO of Axiom, said the signature. I granted the Northern conglomerate total jurisdiction over this land. He didn't even know that in the eyes of the law, he was a mere trespasser. The law didn’t care if these were his ancestors' graves.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

“Tell me, what is she to my uncle?!” The maid, intimidated by his expression, stammered, “M-Mr. Zach, that lady is Mr. Sean’s wife.” “Get lost!” Zach shoved the maid aside and turned to the butler. “Brian, you watched me grow up. I know you won't lie to me. Tell me!” The butler hesitated for a few seconds before replying in a low voice, “It’s true. She's indeed your aunt.” “Liars! You’re all liars!” Zach’s face twisted in disbelief. Then, he suddenly remembered his older sister, Theresa, who lived abroad. He hurriedly started a video call.