Novel & Cerita Death In The Family Novel

And I smiled—the first earnest smile I had since I stabbed that crystal quartz into Zac's neck. "Mom, Dad, Sis… I'm home. Zac Lopez is dead… Are you happy? The murderer who killed everyone is finally dead." Even their smiles looked happier in the photos as I finished. We were a family of four, but three of us died four years ago. I was the only one left—a college student at the time, about to graduate. My sister had always told me that she'd wait until I get a good job after I graduate and the family had stable finances before she would consider retiring, only for her to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

-TATIANA- I watched my family die between bites of rosemary lamb, and the worst part was how ordinary it felt. Dad had just raised his glass, to give a toast to loyalty, bloodlines, keeping the family strong when the first shot rang through the dining room. Next, a wet slap of blood hit the tablecloth and some got on my face. My fork froze halfway to my mouth, meat juice sliding down the tines. My uncle went next. Then my cousin. Clockwise, like the guy had mapped it out ahead of time.

“My dad wasn’t the best, I left home when I became legal because of him, anyway, he got even worse after I went no contact with my family. When I got back in contact with them around three years ago, I found out he got worse than ever, he gambled away everything he had and even borrowed from the devil, I mean Damon; dad couldn’t pay back and the interest rate increased by the day, it got to the point that they started harassing my whole family, I tried to pull my mom and younger brother away from the mess but I was late, I came back from work one weekend and found the three of them dead, he killed them all,” Sophie paused as the scene of her finding her whole family dead flashed through her

My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel. ... I knew I was finally going to die. So I called my family. My mom answered. She was in the middle of a face mask, her voice muffled and edged with impatience. “What is it now, Elena?”

Her father was an American soldier and her mom a waitress. They were both gone now, but all of her family was unfortunately. She’d had a son named Geoff about five years younger than Nina; he was killed by a drunk driver when he was only 17. She only spoke of him once though she had pictures all over. It nearly killed her though somehow when Nina wandered off as a junkie she didn’t have the same feelings of loss.

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

Dead girls don't sign checks. Uncle's dinner party. Everyone had eaten the same. No one else had collapsed. No one else had woken up here, staring at a ceiling that looked like it was closing in. In my previous life, Uncle Derek's family had been vultures, not murderers. They'd picked at my father's trust fund like crows on carrion, but they'd never dared to kill the golden goose. Dead girls don't pay allowances. So who?

I was in Korea when I suddenly heard the news of A&R Empire merging with the Blake Empire, so I couldn't really say what happened then, but I could assure one thing: they are not the ones behind their deaths. “About your company, I will find out what happened. But for your family's death, you should read the police report very well,” I assured her. “Yeah, I did, and it said there was a short circuit outbreak that killed the entire family, including me. And surprisingly, Mary's father found me miles away from our house. How ironic is that? Unless there was another story.” “What story?” I asked, my brow furrowing.

Linney suddenly exclaimed. "Oh God, it's true!" Jenny said as she covered her mouth. Her mom also covered her mouth and shot her a fierce glance. The Linney family was more powerful than the other two of the three families present. They were just there for support. Michelle looked at the person beside her in disbelief and said, "Mom, why don't I know about this? Is it true that a child died? How did you resolve this matter? Why would you drive while you were drunk, Mom? I... I don't believe it... She must be lying..."

"And you! How dare you manipulate both of my daughters? You’re a disgrace, and you’ll never get away with this!" My father grabbed Ronald by the collar, demanding answers, but Ronald, after everything that had happened, was a hollow shell. His eyes were vacant as he wept, shaking his head. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I failed Alice. I was wrong…” I looked down at my soul, noticing that the lower half of my body was slowly fading. I knew I didn’t have much time left. The next day, my body was cremated. My entire family showed up at the funeral. It was the first time they had all gathered for me, but ironically, it was only in death.