Don't Bury Him Yet Novels & Stories

“ I will inform the doctor about this Incase Mom and Nessa visits the hospital.” Gina smiled. “ You are now acting like my big brother.” Marcus stared at her for some moment and sighs. “ I really wished Jezza was still Alive.” Gina quickly held the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. “ Can we not get emotional now.” Harold's fingers squeezed again, stronger this time. "I think he can hear us," Gina said softly. "How long are we keeping this.” “If Dad wakes before the Burial,he is going to come with us.”

What distracted her was when the door to the cell was being unlocked from outside, she didn't know how long it had been but she had reached to a million in counting. The Don entered the cell, he looked at Grace, Dora then at Ben. He took steady steps and lifted Ben’s head. “Goodbye old friend" he said in a cold voice, he then called out to his men to take out Ben’s body and instructed them to burn it. “Don't!!!" Dora screamed louder than she intended to. “What's that?" The Don asked as a small smirk could be seen on his face “I want to bury him. Let me bury him" she said her voice firm. The Don laughed

What else had been buried? And who might not want me to remember.

" I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out. "Once I give birth to our child safely, I'll make him transfer all his assets under our child's name. Then we'll find a chance to take him mountain climbing overseas. Once he dies, the huge insurance payout plus all his money will be enough for us to spend for the rest of our lives." Adrian chuckled. "You're really something. You're squeezing every last drop of value out of him." The recording ended. I looked at Richard and Marjorie. "You knew about all of this and discussed it together. You're accomplices too."

"She dies in my house, fine. However, she scared Linda and ruined the welcome party I prepared for my mom. This is just bad luck all around." Looking at his righteous expression, I almost laughed out loud. I pointed straight at the white sheet and said, slowly and clearly, "Nash, I'm warning you one last time. Go lift that sheet yourself and see who's really dead." His brows twisted into a tight knot. "Isn't it just your poor excuse of a mother? What's there to see?” "My eyes are meant for important things. I'm not about to ruin them by looking at garbage like that." His younger sister, Shirley Smith, immediately jumped in, her voice sharp and mocking.

Or rather, back when he was still in my life, I had already forgotten how to smile like that. When our food arrived, he took a bite and found it wasn't to his liking. Yet, he didn't complain. He finished his food, one mouthful at a time. Because this was my life now, and he wanted to know what kind of life I had been living after I left him. "Rose." He set his cutlery down. "I'm sorry." He had apologized numerous times before, but this time, his voice trembled. My hand froze in mid-air for a second before I continued digging in.

As he passed me, he paused for a second, leaving behind a bone-chilling sentence: "If she doesn't wake up, Ivy, I will bury you with her."

What sort of a person will mourn the dead without shoes but would comfortably tie his wound with a black cloth. I scooted closer to him and sat next to him on the bed. The last time we sat together was when we had time to sit on our three thrones. I sighed and he shrugged. He was in his saddest mood. “I said I’m burying her today.” I repeated, waiting for his response. He scuffed and tilted his head east. His lips seemed to be tied with an invisible chord. He just doesn’t want to utter a word to me about the burial of Valerie.

Tessa will not be buried because her body is missing. The last drop of soil covered the casket, hiding it from the earth’s surface forever. Only then did a sigh of relief escape me. Jeff nudged me. His eyes were heavy with unshed tears. “Let’s go now.”

But in this moment, I value my life just a little bit more. "Well," I start. "it could be the duct tape, shovels, rope, and plastic garbage bags in the back seat." He doesn't take his eyes off the road for a second. "If I was going to bury you, I'd have brought a coffin. More air trapped inside when you're buried alive." And that's a fun fact I don't ever need to think about. "So," I start quietly. "where are we going?" "I'm done babysitting you." That's all he says and then he goes back to pretending I don't exist.