Aunt May's Grave Novels & Stories

Camila was already gorgeously dressed, and I was still getting ready when a knock came. “Miss Celina,” an attendant said politely, bowing. “Mrs. Martin has asked for you.” My brows knit. Now? With minutes left before the party? Still, I followed. Aunt May was waiting outside, near the back terrace where the sea breeze swept in and the last colors of sunset clung to the sky. She turned at my approach, her face gentler than I’d ever seen it. “Thank you for coming,” she began. “I wanted to tell you something—something I’ve never told anyone outside this family.”

Glancing around I didn’t see any roads in or out and I wondered if this was a private cemetery. The first grave I came to had an angel that had her face hidden in her hands as if she was weeping. The date was barely visible but I could just make out 1802. I couldn’t tell if it was a birth date or the date of death. Looking around I saw a few graves toward the back that looked to be newer. Making my way through the graveyard I noticed one grave that stuck out. It appeared to be fresh, the grass not yet growing over the loose soil. The statue on this grave was not grand just a simple cross but I gasped as I read it. It was Aunt Violet’s grave. I knelt down and rubbed at her name etched into th

Would her husband, not assume that she was trying to run away? ### With the aid of the middle-aged lady. Jasmine was able to take a bath without wetting the stitches. From one of the servants. She was told that the middle-aged woman went by the name of aunt May and Nina was her granddaughter. They had old relations with the Yates. May Sylvester's father had served in the army where he came across Grand PADI. Following a handful of events, he died from a bullet aimed at Grand Padi. Ever since the Sylvesters and Yates became inseparable.

It had been ages since she last saw her. The middle aged woman wore a big smile, starring at her niece. She looked full, yet classy. Raven remembered the moments she shared with her aunty, she was a kind, wise and truthful woman. Wrinkles spread across her forehead as she smiled brightly. There was no doubt that she slide into middle age with grace, not with an almighty splurging tantrum. Raven recalled moments Aunt May would just sit with tea and watch the birds, the statue and the joyful growing of the spring plants in the yard.

Aunt May. Merlin smiled, genuinely happy to see her, but knowing that this was anything but a social visit. "This is a dream" "You're getting better at this", Aunt May replied, returning her smile. "I'm a quick study" "I know", Aunt May nodded approvingly. "You have something to tell me" Aunt May paused, pursing her lips, before she responded. "Do not fear the Ancestors, they mean you no harm, but do not trust them either. Trust no one"

Hazel My aunt stood outside the university with Octavia. I saw them through the glass doors before Silas noticed them. My aunt held a brown envelope against her chest, while Octavia sat inside her car with the window lowered. She had one hand resting on the door and the other holding another envelope. My stomach turned. Maya followed my gaze. “Please tell me that is not your aunt.” “It is.” “And the woman in the car?” “Octavia.” Maya closed her folder. “Of course she is.”