Novel & Cerita Did Eren Kill His Mom

He feels sick, sick to his stomach and sick at heart. Kyra had set him up, manipulated him and used him for her own twisted amusement. Was his mother even killed by her own hands? Rene's eyes water with tears at his own naivety and stupidity, "Where are Kyra and Javier now?" "Who knows? They are lucky to escape, Rene, we have to save ourselves from these barbarians and right now, only you can save me!" Eren's eyes are deep with pain and hatred. His pride and body are broken.

Eren’s voice hardened; his fists clenched on the table. “Before he could go through with his plan, my mother fled for our lives. She went to live in a quiet town with the humans, hiding me from the werewolf world for half of my life. But she suffered from a chronic lung disease due to her harsh years as a slave, and she passed away when I was thirteen.” Eren paused, I could tell he still felt the pain of his loss, I could see it in his eyes.

—crossed his features, showing a rare glimpse of emotion: "Even you think that way?" The words were soft, almost wounded. Through my tears, I asked the question that had haunted me for years: "I just want to know what you said." I stepped closer to him, close enough to see the flecks of gray in his eyes. "What words could be so powerful that they drive people to die rather than live with them?" I remembered Mom's final moments—how she looked at me with the same terror as Ethan, then turned and ran. How her legs pumped frantically as she raced toward the silver pit.

"Be patient. I'll arrange your death in a few more days. I have no idea where that damned Ayla Elderon had disappeared to. I was planning to agitate her and blame your 'death' on her. Eric would end up hating her completely." A cruel look appeared on Naomi's mother's face. "What a pity she managed to escape the last time. I wanted to scratch her face, but she managed to jump off the balcony from the second floor. If I succeed, she won't ever be able to seduce my son-in-law again. Why didn't she just die from the fall?" Eric was shocked. Their conversation astounded him.

When he saw me open my eyes, he scrambled to take my hand, moving cautiously. “Ella…” I tried to pull my hand back, but I had no strength. At that moment, urgent voices called from outside the door. “Ms. Marin? Your mother, Mrs. Marin, had a sudden heart failure. Reanimation was unsuccessful. She has passed away.” Andrew froze and stared at me in panic. He seemed to pray that I had not heard. But I had heard. The mother who had worked herself to the bone to pay for my schooling, even washing dishes if she had to, was gone.

“To see if the blood showed.” Eira touched his cheek, grounding him. “Would you ever go looking for him?” she asked. He answered immediately. “Never.” “He chose to disappear,” Evren said. “I won’t chase a ghost that left my mother on the floor.” Eira studied him, then smiled, soft and teasing despite the weight in her eyes. “Funny,” she said. “You don’t know anything about him.” He opened one eye. “I don’t.” She laughed then, light and genuine. “You don’t. But your mom told me everything she knew.”

“For all we know, Elian is probably planning to use you. To destroy you from the inside. You're just too gullible to accept that because you're sleeping with him.” Dex’s voice was quiet but firm. “I’ll handle whatever the consequences are.” Derek’s eyes flashed with something dark as he leaned in closer, voice dropping to a deadly silent. “This was the same thing that got your mother killed.” Dex’s gaze darkened immediately and he shot up from his chair, meeting his father’s heated glare with his own. “Do not bring my mother into this,” he sneered. Derek stood up straighter to glare sharply at his son, not backing down. “Not when you’re acting like a bloody fool. The same way your mother was

As he said it, his expression dimmed, as if he were back at the moment they carried Vivian into the emergency room. He'd had every part of the staged death planned out, and yet in that instant, he'd frozen solid. When he saw the blood, he could hardly breathe. This was no staged death. This was her true desire to end her own life. So that rescue had taken nearly everything he had, and by some grace he'd managed to save her in the end. Vivian was quiet for a while, her gaze falling to the scar on her hand. "This is my past, and I don't want it erased."

My fiancee, Natalie Crenshaw, has always had a phenomenal memory. She never forgets a thing. Yet, when I propose, she forgets to hold out her hand for the diamond ring. When we go to get our marriage certificate, she forgets to bring her identification papers. And on our wedding day, she forgets she's supposed to be there altogether. Why? Because she's busy saving her childhood sweetheart's wedding next door—by stepping in as the bride herself. Seeing all this, Mom suffers a heart attack. I beg Natalie to go to the hospital and explain things, but she simply links her arm with Erik Cuoco's mother, sweetly calling her "Mom", and claims that I'm nothing more than a pursuer who doesn't kn

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t