Novel & Cerita Elvis Mother Death

she asked, her face flushed. "I've been back for a month and a half. I had planned to meet you and Auntie Greenwich since I miss Auntie Greenwich's food." Her heart clenched at the mention of her mother. She lowered her gaze and smiled wryly at him. "My mum has passed away." He inquired, "She walked away? What happened to her?"Elven understood, "How could that be?" as he saw her expression. She laughed. "She was suicidal because she was depressed."

“Your mother wants to meet you, Elowen.” I shook my head, disbelief flooding my senses. My...my mother? She was dead. She had been for years. My heart ached with the memory of her. My father—betrayed her, broke her heart for another woman, and it had destroyed her. She couldn’t handle it, couldn’t survive the pain, and she passed away. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stumbled backward. “No, that’s not possible,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “My mother… she’s gone. She’s been dead for years.”

Tears were rolling down her cheeks. “This… this isn’t Elias, Mom. This… he cannot be,” I said as I staggered towards her. I wrapped my arms around her. Dad’s arms wrapped around the both of us and that was what made my mother breakdown into pitiful sobs. Her cries and pain made me more aware of the reality, of the fact that Elias was no longer with us. I looked at Clyde helplessly, his figure blurring at times as silent tears rolled down my cheeks. Who would have thought that someone whom you wouldn’t even think of losing will slip away into the land of oblivion so easily?

Sierra’s POV “Snap out of it, Sierra!” Mum shook me, and Elvis was gone. He wasn’t standing there. “Elvis, he-“ The recorder came on, and I smashed it to the ground, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “You have to try to remember the last time you saw him,” Dad said. “I-I…” I paused to think. “When we came in, I… I waved at Mrs. Sutton. Elvis spoke to her as well. We walked into the house, and he ran upstairs. I went to the kitchen to get some water and… and…”

“Samuel, I never thought it would come to this. The medical team had just arrived. I failed her...” “Enough.” Grandpa cut him off. “Why keep an account of who owes who? God settles our accounts for us.” Daddy stood there a while longer, then finally left with Auntie Benita. I looked up at Grandpa. “Grandpa, is Mommy dead?” Grandpa was quiet for a moment, then answered, “Yes. She left her love to you, and an empty shell to death.” Grandpa wouldn’t lie to me, so Mommy really was dead.

"Ms. Mullen, an old lady is throwing a tantrum outside. She claims to be your mother and demands to see you. Should I let her in?" I took a slow sip of my wine, my expression remaining completely stoic. "My mother died when I was 18. Just kick her out." Since she had made her choice all those years ago, I was simply respecting her decision. I was smart enough now, and I had learned my lesson. I would never let her deceive me again.

His father said coldly, “If you hadn’t spoiled him, would he make such a terrible mistake? If you dare to help him again, you can leave this family with him!” After that, he walked out and slammed the door behind them. Fred’s mother was about to say something when he said calmly, “Mom, I’m tired. Can you give me some space?” She was hesitant to leave. When she left the ward, she heard a loud thud from the inside. Someone then yelled, “Someone has jumped off the building!” Fred’s mother rushed back into the ward with wobbly legs. She saw an empty hospital bed. She rushed to the window to look down and saw Fred lying on the cold, hard ground…

SCARLETT The morning air feels brittle, like it might shatter if I breathe too loudly. I stood at the kitchen sink, coffee untouched, watching a gray ribbon of mist drift across the backyard. Mom’s already gone her car missing from the driveway. She didn’t leave a note. Normally I’d assume she went to the clinic early, but after last night… nothing feels normal. I thumb open my phone. The last message from Unknown glares back at me. June seventh. Midnight. My father’s death date. The words dig under my skin like a sharp razor.

"Please, I beg you. Dr. Moore has already agreed. Just sign the paper, and we can immediately transfer the kidney from another hospital for your mom. As long as she survives, I'll step forward to explain! I'll make sure no one criticizes you!" Ethan also spoke up coldly. "Didn't you save that patient already? Now it's Mom's turn, right?" I was about to shake my head in refusal, but the office door suddenly burst open. A nurse rushed in, panicked. "Dr. Mitchell's mother just passed away!" The four of us immediately rushed to the ward. By the time we arrived, the ECG had gone flat. Mom was completely gone. Dad, drained of all his strength, collapsed to the floor in despair. Tears poured from h

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.