Elvis Mother Death Novels & Stories

But, his mother kneeled and begged, "I can die for them." With a cruel grin, the lady said, "I'll give you some days to prepare yourself." Then she supported her tummy as she left. Holding him in her embrace, his mother cried all night. She sent him off to Old master Clemon the next day. From that day onward, she never showed up again. Until his father brought her back with an illness. She had been poisoned and she had her immune system weaken. That pregnant lady was Mavis! She must be Mavis!

"The real Elena died fifteen years ago. Cancer. She was forty-one. She died alone in a hospice in Nevada. And you were the only one who was there." Still she said nothing. Her hands were trembling now. Her knuckles were white. "I know about your ex-husband. I know about the child you lost. I know you were running for your life when you met my mother. I know she was the only friend you had. I know you stayed with her until the end. And I know she asked you to deliver letters to me and Arthur. Letters you never sent." At that, her composure finally shattered. A sob escaped her, raw and wrenching. She pressed her hand against her mouth, trying to hold it in, but the tears were already falling.

She took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes filled with pain and regret. “The truth I’ve been trying to tell you for years… is that your mother’s death wasn’t natural. She was murdered by Elaine… and one other accomplice.”

"we've arrived at our destination. please remain seated until the aircraft has come to a complete stop. then, you may disembark and proceed to baggage claim. Thank you for flying with us. The flight attendant's words brought me back to reality. oohh I am back here in New York again, i just want to sneak in and out of this country quietly, i didn't even inform my father or even Mr's Rand. And the last person i don't ever wish to encounter is Elvis. ELVIS’S POV It's been 7 whole years, and yet no news of Tessa apart from the money and property transfer of the house I gave her as compensation for our divorce.

Yet there was something familiar about her, something Evelyn couldn’t deny, no matter how much she tried to shut it out. Maris stepped forward, her eyes locking onto Evelyn’s with an intensity that made her breath catch. “I’m sorry, Evie,” her mother said, voice soft but laced with something darker. “They told me I’d be dead. But... I couldn’t let go. Not without you.” Evelyn’s heart stopped. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She had so many questions, so many emotions swirling inside her—anger, disbelief, confusion—but all that she could do was stand there, frozen.

The bodyguard's eyes went wide at what I said. Mom said something to him, and he tore out his earpiece before pushing the phone into my hand. I glanced at the screen and saw a woman with flawless makeup and rosy cheeks. It was my mother, who was supposed to be dead. There wasn't a trace of warmth on her face. Her gaze was wary, edged with a subtle, almost hidden touch of regret. What could she possibly regret? No mother would ever hurt her own child, yet she had used those so-called "dreams" as her excuse to kill me.

After all, without the house, Penelope no longer had hope of marrying her boyfriend. Her words hurt our mother deeply, and she killed herself that very night. The last call she made before she died was to me, and her last message was, "I'm sorry." I did not pick up. I had blocked her number, so her message never got to me. It was spring again when I heard of her death. Fishermen had found her body in the river a year after she jumped. I was shocked when the police told me I was the only living family she had.

There was no way my mother would willingly do it, so why? “You have to believe me, Denali,” she says, reaching out and grabbing my hands while a tear falls down her face. “I was told that Elise didn’t make it.” Didn’t make it. Her words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I tried to make sense of why someone would say that a child died. Was it my father who did this? Or was there someone else working behind the scenes? “I was devastated, and I never fully recovered,” my mother continues. “My health started getting worse after that, and before I knew it, I was hospitalized.”

Dad blurted, breathing heavily, mom behind him. "Thank GOD!" I heard Elvis sigh in relief, while I stood there with a thunderous expression. "Sweetie, honey, what's wrong? Mom asked in a sweet voice as she walked over to where I stood. "Hold it there." I sniffed, shocked to notice that I was crying. "Don't come a step closer" "Elvis, what did you do to get your sist--" She rambled, but stopped, as her eyes landed on the picture frame Dad and Elvis were holding, before she muttered a "Shit!"

I hope he rots in hell wherever he is. “We’re going to see your mother first, surprise!” he cackled like a maniac. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at him, shaking my head furiously. “No, my mom is dead!” I lied, anything to keep them away from her. Orion flexed his knuckles and stared at me, “You’re lucky Elvis likes his goods fresh. You would have been spitting blood by now.” “Leave my mother alone. Elvis has done enough harm to her,” I cried out, memories of my mother’s screams resounding in my mind. I hated those years.