Blvck Scvle Funeral Hat Novels & Stories

There is a soft knock on the door and Gavin saying, “The funeral is in an hour, Donna.” “Thanks Gavin.” They both reluctantly break apart and get up from the bed. Luis tells Veronica to shower first. They both shower quickly and get dressed in all black. Veronica is wearing a snug black dress with a hem to the top of her knees and a scoop neck and short sleeves. She pairs it with the pearls her mother gave her. Luis is wearing snug black slacks with a black belt and a black long-sleeved button up shirt. He puts on his watch and they make their way to the living room to wait until it is time to.

She's a manipulative and vile person that doesn't deserve to live. "I want to kill her" I whispered, though the anger running through me was nothing whisper worthy. "She will only die by our hand and it will hurt" Violet said, fueling my hate for her. I dressed up in black jeans and a black long sleeved turtle neck and a pair of black and white Vans. It was a dark for the pack and I would dress accordingly. There was going to be a funeral today, I just didn't know what time but since it was getting late, I knew I had to haul my ass down the stairs because it wouldn't be long now.

She'd hated it and when she left him she'd gone back to wearing those colors he hated, but today, navy would be perfect. One last quick look in the mirror and she was ready. She’d already made a call to Blackenstock Funeral Home, and Jeremy Blackenstock himself would be meeting with her. He’d been very solicitous on the phone. Of course, he understood the media attention Christopher's funeral would draw. Not to mention all of Christopher's business colleagues and politicians who would be in attendance.

I grabbed the gun and shot him. When Luigi found out about what I did, he was not furious because the man would abuse me, no, he was furious because I killed his business partner. When I asked him why he even sold me in the first place, he said that he needed money. I was devastated. I told him everything that Drake did to me yet he did not care. My life turned upside down the moment 'The Shadow' killed Rafael. My uncle didn't have power when he was in control but after his death, he got them all; power, wealth and even his asshole was enlarged not literally.

The address was hauntingly familiar. The Greenville Funeral Home. Helma closed her laptop and pinged Triple Blade on the Emeraldshade Forum using her alias, Emerald Crab. Triple Blade's excitement buzzed through his words. [Boss Emerald Crab, what brings you to chat here?] Without missing a beat, Helma sent the address she had uncovered. [You work at Greenville Funeral Home, don't you?] Triple Blade stayed silent, but Helma imagined he was thinking furiously, contemplating his answers. Emerald Crab: [It's standard vetting before management promotions. Don't worry about it.]

I knew that all I had left was Octavious. After my cries had quietened in what felt like hours, Octavious pulled me away after we laid daffodils on each of their graves. We had to keep up appearances. We were both wearing black. He wore a black suit with a black trench coat over his shoulders. He had taken off his hat during the service but not his shades. I wore a simply black A line dress with long sleeves. I had on black gloves, black shades and a tulle feather fabric fascinator hat headpiece that completed my look. We were dressed for a funeral.

If someone rings the bell or knocks I’ll fucking gut them! I throw open the door without even so much as a glance to first see who it is. A serial killer? Religious nut? In no way was I expecting to see Levi. He’s got his classic backwards hat, tonight it’s bright red with black trim. He’s got a black muscle shirt, showing off his sinfully delicious arms and of course, ripped blue jeans. Fucking hell did he step out of a music video? I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to see a cloud of smoke following him.

The wound on his chest has been sewn shut while his heart has been kept in a small clay container which is placed right next to his body. Lavi, Guinevere, Alexei, Roseanne, Nine, and the rest of the Ezealyran delegates are gathered around the funeral pyre. All of them are dressed in blue, the mourning color of Faika. Lavi’s expression is inscrutable while Guinevere cannot stop weeping for her brother.

She continued tidying up while I watched her. “Delilah?” “Yes?” “Do you know about the funeral being held today?” I inquired. She nodded, clearing her throat. “It's in the next pack, I don't personally know the Hartley family but from all I've heard, he was a well liked and kind wolf.” She replied. “Jacob said we are attending the funeral.” I whispered. “Oh, well that makes sense. I think you have a couple of black dresses, let me check.” I sat as she came out with an armful of black dresses.

Maeve asked me as she helped me with my tie, and I nodded affirmatively. “What can I do? Miss my best friend's funeral?” I asked, and she smiled sadly as we both made our way to the venue for Levi’s funeral. I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle it, but I needed to make sure he was laid to rest the right way. Getting there, the mansion’s front gates were closed, guards stationed like statues in black suits. Inside, the room smelled faintly of incense and roses. Levi’s coffin was at the center, polished and black, his favorite watch strapped to his wrist, a small handwritten letter from Yvette tucked into his chest pocket.