Death Of Aunt May Novels & Stories

I must have eaten too quickly, because I started coughing. Aunt May quickly handed me a glass of water. I drank it gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my throat. “Try not to rush, there’s plenty,” she said gently. “And Layla... don’t carry the burden of your mother’s death on your shoulders. She's in a better place now. Don’t lose hope. She would want to see you healthy and happy.” I nodded slowly and returned to my food. Aunt May's POV

How will she survive as her aunt is more. Hazel was broken. She could not understand what has happened with her. Her only family was no more. She felt that she has been thrown in the endless dark abyss from which she can't come out. Should look at all the people that came at the funeral and to consoled her also. All of them were crying and wailing pitying the poor girl who has been left behind in this cruel world all alone. Cardiac arrest.... Her aunt died of cardiac arrest. The doctor says that her death was sudden. She must have a high fever just an hour before her death that caused her cardiac arrest and then death.....

indeed this is a good job but what's more important is the amount spent here. "Aunt, you've really done a good job here... but don't you get tired of staying at the orphanage all these years?" Aunt May smiles and shakes her head. "Not at all..." She trails off as her bright smile turns into a sad smile. "You know, after losing my mate I had no one to keep me company, had I not be in the midst of all these pups... I'm sure I'd have died of depression!" She pause...tears welled up her eyes as she reminiscises those old happy days she spent with her mate.

,she nods no. "no she threatened our family and future this shit will not be tolerated. May do your worst",Aunt May steps forward and we all watch Amanda scream and sob before going mute. She stands looking off before her body falls to the ground. One by one her friend join her and May looks pleased with herself. "what did you do?",we ask.

“Aww! How cute… you all are so cute… or else, how can I explain that while living in luxury and exploiting the goodness of me and my parents, you have lost some major chunk of your memory? Aunt May, you have completely forgotten that where you come from, you couldn't even afford a single piece out of all the designer outfits that are currently stuffed in your bag.” Her mouth opens and closes repeatedly without making any sound while the others are silently communicating amongst each other with their eyes. “And as for my lovely aunts and grandma, I guess you three have also forgotten that the person you guys got killed brutally, was the one to buy you all the jewelry you own today. Because yo

she whispered carefully, watching my face, her fingers curling into my chest where she gripped me. “I love you too, Jesse,” I said gruffly. Then kissed her. And I smiled a few moments later when she groaned again, then tore out of my grip and out of the bathing room, through the dressing area and out of the seamstress’ room like her tail was on fire. ‘Maya?’ I sent quickly, waiting for my great-aunt to open to me. ‘Oh, look. My nephew isn’t dead after all. He’s just been pretending I don’t exist.”

“The coroner's report came back an hour ago. Your Aunt Mae didn't die in the fire. She was already dead, and they used the fire to cover it up.” My hands fly up to my mouth as I let out a gasp. Tears pool in my eyes, but I refuse to let them spill down my face. My cheeks are already stained by the enormous amount of heartache I am consumed with. If any more tears are spilt, they may just burn through my flesh. I swallow thickly, removing my hands from my face with eyes larger than saucers and my shoulders rising and falling as I try to elevate my breathing. “What was the cause of death?” I ask in a whispering tone.

He’s been re-reading Cela’s response to his message and couldn’t believe she responded fast and no hesitation. “Nate!” Auntie May called from outside his door. “Yes, Auntie,” he said upon opening the door. He was surprised to see Dina standing behind his aunt. “Hi, Nate!” she greeted him. “We bought some goodies from the market. I’m sure you missed these too. Let's eat,” Aunt May said. “Why are you together?” he asked as he follows them to Auntie May’s house’s balcony. “Didn’t I tell you about this girl’s plan? She’s trying to bury her youth and beauty in these chores meant for us older women,” Auntie May said.

"I don't want anything to do with that man. He's very dangerous." "Your uncle was married to a Martha Jones? More than seven years have passed now since aunt Martha died." Her eyes dropped. He picked up on her words. "Wait, you said aunt?" She nodded. "My father, Peter Jones, died when he tried to contest his younger sister's death. My aunt's name was Martha. Of course he was proven wrong. Turned out the man was innocent. My dad committed suicide weeks later. Do you think your uncle did kill his wife?"

Mom’s voice, high and stressed, the way it got when she was trying to handle too many things at once. “Lily!” she called. “Can you come down here, please?” I pulled on a robe and padded downstairs, still groggy. Mom was in the kitchen, fully dressed despite the early hour, Dad’s suitcase open on the counter. And he was pacing in the living room with his phone pressed to his ear. “What’s going on?” I asked, settling onto one of the bar stools. “Your great-aunt Millicent passed away last night.” Mom’s hands were shaking as she folded Dad’s clothes. “She had heart attack. She was eighty-seven, so it wasn’t completely unexpected, but still…”