Don't Bury Him Yet Novels & Stories

The environment is filled with red roses, black headstones, and a load of scary aura. I return my attention to him. His eyes are fixed on one tombstone. “Your mother?” I ask, moving to his side. “Yes,” he nods, I gently place my palm on his back. “My father asked to be buried next to her,” he says, “Wait, what? He's not dying, is he?” “I don't think so, but he likes to be prepared for any circumstance. The workers are to begin clearing the area tomorrow,” “Wait, things are moving too fast. He is not dying.” I reinforce,

“It's too dangerous. You're a target now. If you leave the protection of my territory, whoever sent the plague could kill you to eliminate the last witness.” “They're already dead, Leon!” I shouted, the tears I had been holding back finally spilling over. "My father and mother ... they haven't been buried properly! They lay forgotten, no one dared come near, scared stiff by the sickness spreading fast. Starting over feels impossible when my mother and father remain trapped below, never given a moment of peace. Let me go bury them. That's all I ask." My shoulders shook as tears came. Quiet filled the space after. Close by, footsteps moved nearer, Leon’s steps. His nearness used to weigh heavy

He sighs “I’m sorry. Truth is, to find another successor is hard—” “So I’m your only option…” I smirk “Yeah but I’m still not sending you back until I know you will do what needs to be done” “I have a solution to our problem” …………………..✍🏾 Harper walks to where Father Frank sits, staring at the window at oblivious, Harper taps him on the shoulder gently to get his attention while sitting in front of him “What’s next Father?” “I don’t know…” “Should we bury him? I think we should”

When it happens, maybe I will have a change of heart because I am going to be forced to see his face again. “I don’t know.” I sighed “I don’t want to bury our son.” I said with tears threatening to spill out. “But I know it's not something we can not do, so the sooner we do it the better I think.” “Well then maybe we should do things tomorrow, that way that is one less thing I have on my mind and we can move on past that part.” he sighed. “I know it's not going to be easy, but we’ll get through it and then you are going to become Queen and we will finally get to do things to these damn rogues.”

"But if I find out that any one of you were responsible for this, just call it strike three. You are dismissed" Without a second thought, they all scurried away and I didn't blame them. It was just Lincoln, Caleb and Luka's parents left on the stage, and I couldn't help but notice how anxious Mama bear seemed. "So what now?" I asked him in frustration. He ran his hand over his face and sighed. "For now, we'll find a good spot in the pack cemetery to bury Leon. Finding who killed him is gonna be harder than I thought" "Wait, what do you mean by burying him? You do know that people are looking for him right?"

"Dad, I will give her a grand funeral and I will also…" Sebastian originally wanted to say, "I will also bury her in the Ford family's family plot. In the future, she will be buried with you." However, before those words came out of Sebastian's mouth, Sebastian cut him off. "No! Don't bury her in the Ford family's family plot. I…don't want to be buried together with her!"

Brian said. "Of course you were. You think you were going to stay behind while we walked through that ?" Zachary points at the pitch darkness of the subway. "Are you going to bury uncle here ?" I asked. Brian looks over to the casket and nods. "What's wrong ? You want us to turn him up so he can be buried like a king ?" Brian asked. "No, your idea of a burial is more better. I was going to kick him into some ditch and light his body on fire." I tsk unable to help the bitter feeling on my tongue.

Glass clattered, and his smirk vanished. “I’m not replacing anyone,” I growled. “And you won’t poison this.” Asher didn’t fight back. He just met my eyes, expression cool now. “A little late for that.” I released him with a shove and turned away, heart pounding. His footsteps retreated toward the door. “Just remember,” he said over his shoulder, “you can’t resurrect the dead. But you sure as hell can bury the living.” The door shut behind him. The silence returned, but it no longer comforted.

he said. She nodded slightly. He was right. This wasn’t something that needed to be resolved immediately. It was something that needed to be respected. Liam approached then, his gaze steady, though there was a flicker of something beneath it that he did not hide. “We’ll bury him here,” he said. A pause. “Not because we’re leaving him behind.” Another pause. “Because this is where we start.” The words settled into the space, and no one argued. Because they understood.

She sighed, then stepped in front of me. “It’s been days since he was buried. Don’t you think you’ll be disturbing him by doing all this? Besides,” she pursed her lips, “Kaida buried him properly herself. So there is no need to arrange another burial.” I frowned. My head ached from her words. “You only need to announce it to the pack. That’s all,” she advised. I thought about what Audrey had said, but I shook my head firmly. “No. I wasn’t with him when he died. He must have wanted me by his side, which I failed to do,” I choked.