Novel & Cerita Evan Afton Death

"She's gone! She passed away this morning! She won't be in your way anymore. Are you happy now?" Evan stood still, his eyes locked on Wendy's, searching for any sign she might be lying. He whispered to himself, "No, she can't be gone. How could she die? Why now? The system didn't say this would happen. It can't be true..." Wendy let out an ivy laugh. "What can't be true? Her grave is in Southborough. If you don't believe me, go see for yourself." Evan's eyes filled with tears, and he ran clumsily toward the graveyard.

“You just finished giving birth. Stop butting into my business, alright?” Sally rolled her eyes at Evonne. “Mr. Frean is going to have a stroke if you don’t go on that blind date with him soon!” “Then ask him to go get someone else. It’s that simple.” Sally pursed her lips. You would cry yourself to death if he got someone else, alright? ———— A City cemetery. Evonne parked her car and walked in with a large bouquet. It was the man’s death anniversary today. She walked in with ease.

“Sit beside me. There are many things I want to ask you.” That voice… it was so familiar. Evelyn swallowed hard, her eyes burning. “Mommy… but that time…” Her voice broke. She couldn’t finish the sentence. Everyone knew Hana’s death had been broadcast widely across Washington’s media. The car she was driving had plunged into a ravine, and her body was reported to have been burned beyond recognition. There was no way anyone could have survived. “So, you’re not happy to see me alive?” Hana’s tone turned cold. “Are you not glad that I escaped death? Evelyn… are you still my little girl who used to hug me before bed?”

And if they separated now, would there ever still be an ‘us’ afterward. Evan did not dare think any further. Because if he did, then no matter what storm was closing in around him, he might still refuse to let her go. But if he kept her by his side... Dora asked, “What condition?” Evan said, “She can’t go to prison. About the child... don’t...” His voice went rough halfway through. Dora cut him off. “Too late. We already called the police.” The child was dead. Something this big was never going to go unreported. Evan said nothing.

But now that I’m looking at it, it makes sense for Caleb to take over after Evan’s untimely death. Or his murder. This newspaper was from the day before Evan’s death was announced, perhaps his last day on earth. Most of the mentions of him are innocuous. He held the flag for a race. He shook hands at a parade. Then, buried in the back of the paper, in the gossip section, there was a grainy photo of a man who looked a lot like Evan in the park with an unknown young woman. The caption of the photo makes no mention of him, but I know Caleb’s face better than any other man’s in the world. And Evan looks very much like his younger brother.

"I used to think that was strange." Evan's eyes stayed on me. Then I looked back at him. "What?" "Nothing." I narrowed my eyes. "You know, everyone at Mooncrest has a serious problem with that word." He almost smiled. "What word?" "Nothing." I leaned forward. "Every time I ask an important question, someone says 'nothing.'" Evan looked toward the window. "Sometimes nothing is easier." "That's a terrible answer." "Probably." I studied him. "How did he die?" Evan asked suddenly.

Because today is the burial of Uncle Amos, and we have to remind ourselves once again that someone we considered our family has betrayed us and died in the process. But of course, we all know that the pain and fresh betrayal and perhaps even guilt that my parents and I are all feeling right now is nothing compared to what Evan is feeling. After Yana and I kissed in the hallway a week ago, I went to see Evan. He was in the morgue, crying over his dead father’s body, which was in the other side of the place being embalmed. We couldn’t see the process, only some views of it through the little window on the door.

"It could be the lost of power. There's a blackout. I'm sure he'll show up soon." I was more than worried. Tears flooded my eyes. Jasmine comforted me and we leaped from our skins when Evan phone rang. "Evan Hollen. Yes I am." There was a long pause from Evan and darkness consumed his eyes before tears. "That can't be right! My son?? Jevan Hollen? Are you certain!?" My heart went to my toe and Jasmine went to Evan's side. "What's wrong? What's wrong with Jevan?" she asked. The phone dropped from Evan's trembling fingers. "Jasmine, Jevan is dead."

26 years old successful millionaire and CEO of Eva's and Co., Evelyn White has committed suicide by drowning in a pool of shame in her apartment on Monday night. Now that would be a good headline. At least the reporters will be benefited by my death. Maybe they'll be more genuine than others while praying for my departed soul, I thought solemnly as I watched the blurry images disappearing behind me. Okay, if you people are wondering how that thought occurred to me, let me tell you, I was currently in Adrian's car, beside him, in the passenger seat, as he drives, headed to...

Tears began to spill out, “Don't you dare die! I can't lose you! I'm coming to you!” Die?? Lincoln hurriedly got off the bed and advanced towards her, “What's wrong?” Evie stared up at him, blinking back her tears as she trembled “Ethan got into an accident!” “What?”