Novel & Cerita Death In The Family Book

"I was born Axel Ian Lockwood, to Roseanna and Vincent Lockwood, I had two siblings, Victor and Caramel, they were twins, and beautiful, I used to be jealous of their bond, but now, I realize that they loved me. My family was perfect, but Vincent, he had occasional episodes, nMom hid it well from us, but I knew, we all knew." "It never got worse, or uncontrollable, and when my sister died, it got worse, spiralled, Mom should have put him somewhere, but she loved him, and he killed her." She looks at me, bites her lips as though in contemplation, and I wait for her to speak. "Tell me about your new Family." She says, and there's a bubble of happiness in me.

But his words kept ringing in my head: Fifteen Minutes. Consider Your Family Dead.

She grabbed at my clothes. "Are you determined to destroy this family? Your father cares so much about his reputation. If you expose this, how will he have any dignity left?" I looked at her calmly. "So the only way this family survives is if I keep sacrificing myself? "So many things have happened, and he hasn't come home once. You fainted and went to the hospital. He didn't even answer his phone. "Mom, stop lying to yourself. You keep thinking about this family… But your husband gambles and cheats, while your son and daughter-in-law are leeches. I was the only one standing beside you, and you kept turning against me."

Her face was deathly pale as the words she had said to me that night echoed over and over in her mind. She remembered that she had said, "Stop pretending you're dying and keep dragging everyone down. Just looking at you annoys me." Now, her voice took on a hint of a sob, and she trembled profusely. "I-I never wanted him to die… I just… I just thought he was annoying. I thought he was throwing a tantrum…" Watching my family's reaction, the police officer frowned deeply as contempt briefly flickered in his eyes. He had seen countless families who had lost loved ones. Some fell into hysterics, while others were overwhelmed with grief.

He didn’t flinch this time. As the conversation wound down, the air finally began to ease. Plans had a way of doing that—turning fear into momentum. Mya looked around the room at the faces around her. Her brothers—strong, loyal, relentless. Trina, with her fire and heart. Keith, whose quiet strength had become her anchor. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered. Alexander’s voice was steady. “You’re family. You don’t have to.” Adrian closed his laptop with a decisive click. “We’ll handle this. And when it’s over, you’ll walk out of it clean—and they’ll be the ones who can’t show their faces.”

Was it really… me? Fragments scattered everywhere, each shard reflecting my stunned expression. That afternoon, I went to the police station. The officers told me that Mrs. Calder’s grandson had already identified the body. "We'll have to wait for the autopsy to determine the exact cause of death, but the family doesn’t seem to want to pursue it further. They’ve already signed off." "The family?" I froze. "Didn’t she live alone?" "Her son is overseas. He authorized a friend to handle the arrangements." Officer Ward pointed toward the end of the hallway. "They just finished the paperwork. He might not have left yet."

"Though the book was a little worn out and the ink was faded we were able to get something out of it. Most parts of the book contained his transactions, your family allies and foes and other random stuff pertaining to the mafia. The part where a sibling comes in was written figuratively, only a smart mind could have been able to guess what he was talking about at that point. There weren't enough clues found in the old mansion but one thing was sure; a close family killed your parents and there's a third party in this game. You may or may not know this person but it's advisable to be careful out there. This is the point of your life where everyone and I mean every single person you know becom

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

As for my family - there was Aunt Deidre, who I did know and Aunts Kelly, Matilda, Imogen and Baibre, who I had last seen at Dad's wake. Honestly, I felt like a heroin dealer walking into a drug den filled with five ladies about to fall of their '12 Step Program'. They may have all had the same genetics, but they all seem to have taken different paths. Kelly and Matilda were cold-hearted, ruthless, professional killers...which helped explain Uncle Lumpy's demise.

"Start making arrangements for Emma." Mom rushed at him, hands reaching for my arm. "No, she's still warm, feel her ear, there's still warmth there. Dad, give her to me, let me hold her for a while, just warming her up will—" Grandpa turned half a step aside and didn't let her touch me. "Get a hold of yourself." He looked at her. "You locked her in that cellar and she died there. What exactly is this supposed to be for?" Mom's legs gave out. She sank to the floor.