Elvis Mother Death Novels & Stories

"This is your last job. Goodbye." After saying that, Elvis's body convulsed, and a satisfied laugh escaped Jayden's lips. Elena, still covering her mouth, ran from the scene. She had just witnessed a murder committed by the man she loved so dearly. "I didn't see him. I didn't see him!" Elena repeated, closing her eyes tightly. She hoped that when she woke up, it was all just a dream. But as morning approached, Elena was struck by reality. What had happened last night wasn't a dream. She was now standing in front of the Matthew family's funeral home. The rows of flowers bearing Elvis's name left Elena speechless.

He'd been her only pillar of support. But Elaine had given her a grave warning, "Don't let me die with regrets." Beverly had broken down in tears. It was the first time Elaine had spoken to her in such harsh, unyielding terms. She'd nodded against her will, then watched as Elaine was wheeled into the operating room. Elaine never emerged from those doors again. After Elaine passed, Beverly had called James. She hadn't dared to go against her mother's wishes. As much as she'd been reluctant to leave Evan, she'd had no choice.

My dad frowned. “Who taught you that word?” I put on a clueless look. “Mom said she was going to fake her death and elope with Mr. Lewis. She told me not to tell you.” “Fake her death and elope?” My dad gritted his teeth. Every word was full of anger. He radiated such rage that everyone kept a distance away from him. A moment later, he muttered to himself, “Thank goodness… she’s still alive.” My dad looked disappointed that my mom had deceived him, yet surprisingly, there was a hint of relief.

“I’m here.” Her mother’s lips trembled upward, just a bit. “You were always too soft.” “I’m not soft anymore,” Elise murmured. “You are,” her mother said, barely audible. “That’s why it worked.” Flashback – The Hidden Room Beneath the Chapel Elise was seven when she first saw her mother weep. It was the day of a ceremonial offering — the day another Moonbreather was sent to the Hollow, never to return. Her mother had led the procession with dry eyes, draped in ceremonial red. Everyone praised her for her dignity.

“None of that matter anymore son and I don’t want to hurt your mother again about that past.” “So what happened to Diana and Tracy?” I quizzed. “Tracy gave birth two months after your mother gave birth to Elvis. She had trouble in giving birth because of her weak heart so she died. Her father and her step mother didn’t want the child so I asked your mom if we could keep Diana, she was kind enough to say yes.” Dad says as he reaches out for mom’s hand. She looks up to him as he smiles at her, “I could never have been more thankful to anyone but you, Ruth.”

“You know our grandpa, right? Albert Davis. He’s not our real grandfather.” Rosa’s lips parted slightly. She remembered Killian once said that Elara was Albert’s granddaughter, which meant Elara wasn’t related to Killian by blood. Rosa tilted her head, waiting for Chris to continue. “Killian was fourteen when his mother died.” Chris began. “Her death was mysterious. The doctor claimed it was a heart attack. Killian’s father was a lovesick man, obsessed with his late wife. After she died, he turned into an alcoholic. Sometimes he’d get violent with the kids.”

"One of the dead. It's Catherine. Your mother." The world tilted. My mother was dead. Killed in an attack on our territory. I should feel something. Grief, anger, anything. But all I felt was numb. She'd been cold and manipulative, had orchestrated most of the abuse Elara suffered. But she was still my mother. "I have to go." I ended the call and turned to find Elara and Dr. Chen both watching me. They'd heard everything through their enhanced wolf hearing. "Your mother," Elara said quietly. There was no satisfaction in her voice, no joy at the death of someone who'd tormented her. Just exhaustion. "I'm sorry."

However, it just scoffed and said, "You're so silly. But you're right; we can't let her die. What if she makes us draw lots before we're allowed to sleep in the casket?" Then, a brief, cold breeze blew around Mom's neck. She got such a fright that her hands wobbled violently for a while. After freezing for a couple of seconds, tears gushed from her eyes. "Was that you, Belle? It was you, wasn't it?" Mom then burst into loud tears once more. "I'm sorry, Belle! I've let you down! I've already burned the lottery box! I won't ever make you draw lots again! "Mom actually loves you very much! It's just that you were too sensible and understanding from the moment you were born! You wouldn't even cr

"Meet your mother." The atmosphere in the room seemed to drop with the change in expression on Elara's face. No way. This woman didn't deserve to be called herother after everything she had done. "My mother is dead." Her tone was clipped, her eyes were dead. "She died when I was still in primary school. Died when she broke my father to pieces." "Elara..." Tamara's voice croaked at the sight of her daughter all grown with children. Tears welled up by the corners of her eyes. "My little girl."

She had cried miserably and told him not to hate his father. That she was too incompetent, which was why she had landed in his state. At that time, the young Lucas did not know the meaning behind her words. He could only hug her tighter, as if sensing something was wrong. However, as he grew up and saw through the ways of the world, Lucas could already establish the reason for his mother’s death. She had been forced to death by the Elliots. In the end, she could not handle it anymore and committed suicide. Everyone in the family mourned her death for only three days.