Daughter Aaliyah Death Novels & Stories

"Well I lied then but can you blame me...I was so excited when I heard you were alive, I had to come see for my myself" "Whatever, what about you Dale, why are you here?". Dale still very relaxed nodded "I came here for my sister" He looked around "Where is she?". Hunter froze in his couch and the whole room became silent. He cocked his head lazily "Why is everyone suddenly so Quiet". Jude looked down "Alia is....Alia is dead". Dale stood up abruptly and his ear pod fell from his ears as he looked completely shocked"What". The Queen mother nodded "Yes dealing, I also got the news...Mark is also dead".

~Serena~ Crimson liquid swirled towards the drain, a contrast to the pearl white shower floor at Spade’s apartment. I don’t know how I got here, but I know where I’ve been. Alister is dead, for real now, and he can’t come back from the dead anymore, but the bastard didn’t leave without ripping my heart into pieces. My daughter is alive. Was it really just a plot? Alister would spit out any lies just to save his skin.

she snapped. But I stood my ground. “Please,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just let me talk to her. You can't keep acting like this! This is madness!” My mother turned away from me, her attention shifting to Aaliyah who had been standing by the corner, watching with a content smirk. “Kill the girl, Aaliyah,” she commanded, her tone cold and final. It took me a moment to process what she’d said. My stomach dropped, the world narrowing around me as the command echoed in my head.

“I helped Cross and what did it give me? Nothing? I gave you and Madden aid and it ALSO didn’t help me! You all are cursed! You all are responsible for my daughter’s death!” It was hard to believe. Alicia couldn’t be dead! Not after all that we had done to keep her safe… But as I looked at the photos that were in my hand, my blood ran cold. …

Celeste, who was on the other end of the phone, interrupted her. "Daughter?" Celeste began to cry. "Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" "Daughter..." There was an eternal silence and Alicia's heart raced. "Dad passed away today, an hour ago." Celeste said without much preamble. "How? Why?" Alicia couldn't understand it. "Yes, daughter, because of his illness he died quickly. Look, the funeral home brought him a moment ago and they'll have him at the wake in two hours. Don't worry about April, she's with me."

"Sorry..." Aliyah pleaded and get on her knees. Aliyah had lost too much blood, and she knows that her life would end soon. Because her body had experienced so much she had been injured badly. She wanted to get the pardon Rizine before she would die. Because once she knows that her sister could not forgive her she can't rest in peace.

Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?" …… I had never left Emma’s side after my death, always watching over my lonely and helpless daughter. When she was just a year old, my father, who had been taking care of her with me, died in a car accident. Three months later, I took our dog, Snowball, for treatment. However, the hyperbaric chamber at the veterinary clinic exploded, killing me instantly. After I died, my childhood friend, Russel York, took Emma in and raised her. When Emma turned five, Russel was driving he

I see Carter close his eyes and take a deep breath. “Ali are you sure about those two smells?” Myles asked. “Yes, I am one hundred per cent positive.” Aliya states. “Who do those smells belong to?” I ask. “My mother who died when I was seven years old always smelled of fresh cotton. She loved that smell and anything that smelled like it. The whole pack said this. From what we were told she died in a rogue attack. From what dad told me was her face was so mangled that it was hard to tell it was her.” Carter answers.

She pushed herself off the bed, her movements unsteady, but her eyes… her eyes finally held life again. “No, Lisa. You should rest. I’ll go with Orrin.” I felt the ground shift beneath me. “Aaliyah—” I stepped forward, reaching out to stop her as she moved toward the door. My hand closed around her arm. “No. It’s too dangerous.” She jerked her arm free, shoving my hand off her like my touch burned. “Too dangerous?” Her voice cracked, her chest heaving. Then she snapped, her words spilling out like venom. “You expect me to just sit here and wait? To leave my child’s safety in the hands of the man who was responsible for my parents’ death?”

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I