Death In The Family Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Brandon chimed in, "Exactly. Her heart is weak. She might just drop dead from the shock, and we won't even have to go through with the divorce." A shiver crawled up my spine. This family's cruelty knew no bounds—they were plotting my demise. If that was their game, I could not afford to play nice anymore. In the still of the night, I dialed Brandon's cousin and invited her to come over to my house in a few days.

My palms pressed straight into the shards of glass. "Are you deliberately trying to piss me off today, Zero?" I opened my mouth, wanting to say that Ashton had bumped into me. But I shut it again almost immediately. The truth didn't matter. At some point, I'd suddenly understood that Ashton would never be at fault. But for me, even breathing was a sin. "I just… wanted to help you clean up the dust and trash…" I just wanted Mom to be a little happier. She let out a cold laugh. "Even a single scrap of paper in this house is more useful than you. You'd better remember who the real trash in this family is, Zero Camden."

“Necromancy. This was a ritual. They were trying to do something with the bodies.” I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Most of my family is dead. Murdered with dark magic and dumped in a shallow grave. “Who?” The word comes out as a snarl through my tears. “Who did this?” “We will find out.” Kieran’s arms are iron bands around me, the only things keeping me from flying apart. “I swear to you, Daciana, we will find who did this. And they will pay.” This isn’t how it was supposed to go. They weren’t perfect parents or siblings. They didn’t love me like they should have. But they were still my family.

"So, what if you won, Lauren? You'll never be happy! You deserve to die!" I shrugged, ignoring her. I have my child. I would bring this baby into the world as my only family, to be with me for the rest of my life. My so-called family would no longer be around. I would be happy once I had my child. As for my death… I guess I would only find out if the villainess's curse would become real once I reach one hundred years old.

My heart tightened at the mention of my father's name. "Well, that's because she takes after her dog mother," my aunt spat. I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. "Now that you've seen her, do we have a deal?" my uncle asked the stranger. A deal? My heartbeat increased. What did he mean by “do we have a deal”? The stranger smiled. "Well... I haven't seen all of her," he snarled his voice darker, and my eyes widened in horror. My uncle turned to look at me.

“How are you feeling? How have you been coping?” “Honestly, it’s been hard,” I paused, staring at the floor. “But I’m trying to accept this reality.” “When my father died, I was heartbroken,” she said. “I didn’t want to accept it at all. But with time, I realized it was part of life. We will all die someday.” “That’s so true, Aunt,” I said quietly. “Death is our destiny. Everyone’s.” “Yes,” she nodded. “But during that period, my siblings and my mother were my comfort. That’s why I keep saying family matters a lot at times like this.”

No one said anything for a moment and the silence stretched uncomfortably and heavy. I broke it. “I still don’t understand,” I said, my voice flat, almost bored, like I was discussing something trivial instead of trying to make sense of the fact that the only person who had ever been my family was now dead on a cold floor somewhere. “How does a grown, powerful man just… die like that?” My gaze lifted slowly to meet Dante’s. “Inside your pack.” No answer came immediately because there wasn’t one.

e from a video game that I played. "After reading this "e, I have always told myself that I should care about my family very much. Look at me, my father died in a car accident, others are trying to take over his company, my mother is lying sick in bed, and I was f*cking raped by an a**hole like you. But yet, I never thought of dying." "As long as you are still alive, there is hope. When you die, there will be nothing left except for your bones. Think about it, one day, you will end up six feet under, lying in the dirt. At that time, what else can you do?"

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

The two family’s had always been close. Bailey Everleigh never thought too much about it until the summer that everything changed. She had been raised with her own family, and theirs was always nearby as well. They did almost everything together. She had always thought it was because both were large families. They understood the way things were done in them that people who didn’t have eight-plus kids could never.