Daughter Aaliyah Death Novels & Stories

I didn’t know if they were her physical qualities or her sassy character that kept on pulling me towards her but all I knew was that I was hooked. I went to Facebook and typed “Nahlela Bih” on the search bar and different options came up till I finally saw her account. Her profile picture of her and another girl who seemed to be her identical twin and yes of course, I couldn’t tell the difference. Who knows, maybe it was one of these photo editing apps. I went to photos and videos and started viewing them from the latest. I discovered that yes she was actually a twin and her twin sister had died two years ago. I scrolled down till I saw her graduation pictures and I was totally shocked when

Aaliyah didn't know for sure, but she needed to get them off her back. "Stop asking her so many questions." Her father, Joseph said she sent him a smile. "I'm going outside." She told them getting up, going to the back where the pool was, she took a seat that was facing the entrance of the back door. Aaliyah searched up Melissa's name on Instagram scrolling through her pictures, she looked like most other model long legs, skinny and blonde. Aaliyah wasn't surprised Antonio would sleep with her, she seemed like her type. "Hey what are you doing?" She jumped, hand accidentally double-tapping, she gasps, cursing, it was too late now, she couldn't unlike, she was sure her 10 million followers ha

She could have had everyone killed if the goddess hadn’t intervened somehow. “I am sorry… please forgive me…” she whimpered. “Oh, please Aaliyah, you are stronger than these pathetic cries. You are still going to fucking die anyway, so spill the junk of rubbish you told me earlier and let’s get this over with…” Aunt Emily snapped. Aaliyah nodded as she wiped at her tears, and I watched cautiously from my corner. Lile my aunt had said, that if the information was useless, I was going to kill her and there was no stopping me.

Both the light Felan and the darkness was rushing out and swirling like a tornado above them, the 3 of them before rushing back down and entering Felan and Keyne. “They had pulled it off.” Aaliyah thought to herself as she watched as her daughter and her mate disappeared into thin air. “NO! Felan, I love you!” Aaliyah said hitting the ground not far from a lifeless Johnathan. “I love you too mom.” Aaliyah instantly looked up and saw nothing. “I could have sworn I just heard her.” She whispered to no one. “You did mom.” Felan said as Aaliyah realized she was hearing Felan in her head. “I will be back mom, this isn’t goodbye.” “You better.” Aaliyah said as those closest to Felan gathered aroun

"And one more thing Alicia." Alicia left what she was doing and turned to her since May sounded quite serious. "Diane told me what happened yesterday, you really did tell her that her father is dead." Alicia groaned. "Please May, let's not talk about this now, I've really got to get things ready and for your information, I don't regret telling her that, after all, I do consider that man dead to us and I wouldn't want my daughter having anything to do with him either, they don't deserve a place in my daughter's life and they won't be getting any."

Can her parents please come with us to take her body back? The officer was speaking in a language that I knew, yet I had no idea what he was saying. I understood every word the officer said, but when put together, none of it made any sense to me in my mind. My daughter was dead? That was impossible! I refused to believe it. She had been lying in my arms just last night, listening to a bedtime story before going to sleep. How could she have already left the world today? Camden kept saying something to me, but I couldn't hear him. I also had no idea how I made it to the hospital.

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif