Blvck Scvle Funeral Hat Novels & Stories

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.

Cam has a decent hold as long as Temperance doesn’t try to wake up or anything. Sebastian- We will be back for the whole night. Cole- Good. Sebastian dresses and joins Janice and Zachary in the front row of the funeral. The dark brown casket is covered by the Silver Biczi Flag. Jasper stands to address everyone present. Sebastian looks up at him with narrowed eyes. Cole- What the Fuck? Sebastian- I didn’t even get a chance to say it.

"Where's Tawny? What happened to Tawny? Did you run away alone, leaving Tawny behind?" Leonard glanced at him coldly and was about to leave when he was fiercely held back by Shanley. Both of them wore black to the funeral, but one wore a tie and the other a bow tie. Shanley was arrogant and domineering, and Leonard was elegant and noble. But both of them were men who attracted attention. "Today is my father's funeral, please show respect." Hatice stood up angrily. Shanley turned around, making her even more scared and angry because that face was exactly like Emery's.

When my hangover subsided I made some toast and fried eggs and more coffee for breakfast. The funeral was scheduled for 2:00 p.m. and when I glanced at my clock it was almost 1:15 p.m. I quickly showered and wore the branded black shirt with Ebuka's face printed on it which was given to the employees to wear to the funeral with a pair of black jeans ripped at the knees. Angela had called me earlier that she wanted to attend the funeral with me so I went to her house to pick her up. She looked beautiful in black blouses and jeans she wore, with a pair of white sneakers, she had no makeup on and her hair was braided in cornrows and she looked appealing.

The Kevlar vest underneath was a reminder that even at a funeral, they were at war. Beside him, Elena stood stoic and pale. She held Olivia’s hand. Olivia was wearing a small black dress and clutching Mr. Cuddles, who had a small black ribbon tied around his neck. The coffin was made of mahogany and polished brass. It was empty. Robert Sterling’s body was two miles beneath the Arctic Ocean, encased in the crushed wreckage of the machine he had destroyed. "He hated formalities," Elena whispered to Jack as the priest droned on about ashes and dust. "He would have hated this. He would have wanted us to just drink a scotch and watch an old movie."