Hellen Gravely Novels & Stories

After a month in a coma, the doctor told me they had detected leukemia in my body. During this time, Jaime refused to give my mother the drug. She also refused to see me. A wave of helplessness washed over me. I only regained my senses when the police and ambulance arrived. “The time of death should be about a month ago. The deceased starved to death, made worse by her illness. Hurry and prepare the death certificate.” After hearing the forensic doctor’s words, my eyes filled with tears. I lowered my head as they fell to the floor. I had spent all my savings to treat my mother’s illness.

It had been a decade since we were married. I led a group of men to excavate Jackie's first love's grave. Everyone around us praised him for being a loyal man. He never forgot his first love though she'd already died ten years ago. He'd go to the cemetery and celebrate her birthday all by himself every year. Yvonne's name was always at the top of his contact list. I was not angry at all. Instead, I was glad I married someone so loyal.

He had never felt so disappointed in himself; he was an expert at keeping business deals, yet he could not show a bit of respect to a woman who was willing to give him a chance. Back to the hospital, Etienne awoke to the distinct smell of penicillin and quite uncomfortable back pain from sleeping while leaning on the hospital stretch bed. He stretched out his arms and got himself out of his morning fizz. He turned to see his grandma sleeping peacefully, her body relaxed, and her breathing rate was calm and collect as it showed on the heart rate machine. He got up and gave her a kiss on her cheek whispering: "Don't worry granny I won't let anything happen to you; I promise". Giving her a slig

Helena said, and Gilbert laughed. “Helena, do you know you are chucklesome?” Alfred said. “Helena shunned Alfred and finally spoke, “Mum told me granny is dead…” Sadness was written on Helena’s face after her last statement. “Dead?!” Gilbert and Alfred said, appalled. “Yeah. In the course of my journey to the United Kingdom months ago, mum told me granny was killed at the war front. Everyone knows granny is a superwoman,” Helena said. “She must have taken the front stand in the war. Sorry for the poor woman,” Alfred said.

Half-buried in weeds. I turned, walked back to the car, and popped the trunk. A sledgehammer sat inside. Gift from a renovation company. Ribbon still tied on. Bright. Almost a joke. I grabbed it, walked back, and stopped in front of the headstone. Taking a breath, I tightened my grip around the cold metal. Then I swung. All in. Smashed it down. Crash. The sound ripped through the empty grounds. Bang. Again. And again. Until it was nothing but broken rubble.

She clung to my pillow all day—sometimes she would laugh, and sometimes she would cry. Father's hair turned gray overnight. He drank heavily every day and became an utterly useless person. Clyde had also lost his mind. He often ran alone to my grave and kneeled there for an entire day. Yves was stripped of his position as the gang's consigliere. Every day, he stood before my tombstone, caressing the face in the photo over and over again. Endless remorse would accompany him for the rest of his life. … Many years later, the once-prestigious Shaw family had long been forgotten by others.

He clung to Sabrina's hand, begging, "Mom, are you and Helen playing a trick on me? Is this some lesson? I've learned it, I swear. I won't ever look at another girl again. Please, just bring Helen back to me... Can you?" Sabrina's heart wavered at the sight of her son's despair, but a glance at Janet steeled her resolve. She could not gamble with her granddaughter's life. She jerked her hand away from Alfred's grip and spoke with an icy tone. "Helen was just an orphan, but she lucked out by marrying into the renowned Hawkins family and becoming Mrs. Hawkins. She showed up with that video, hoping I'd lay into you, but I turned her down. "I made it clear to her that if she wanted to keep livin

** **The grave belongs to a woman named Sophia Calloway. **Date of death: three years ago.** **Next of kin listed: Martha Calloway.**

Instead, I drifted away, gazing into the distance. I liked the cemetery's location. It overlooked a glittering lake—the same one where I used to stare at my reflection as a pup. Only Leo would think to bury me somewhere I would have loved. By the time they were too exhausted to continue fighting, they both lay on the ground, wounded, staring up at the moon. Leo bared his teeth at Ryan, panting heavily as if he wanted nothing more than to tear out his throat. "How dare you come to Tiana's grave?" he growled. "She just wanted to rest in peace, not be your possession even in death!"

On Monday 16 August at about 5 PM, there was an incident involving Ellen Grady, the deceased, Miss Harriet Stubbs, and another patient, Rose Garvey. When I arrived at my dormitory on the second floor with Mr. Callahan, Harriet and Rose were vomiting and I took them to the infirmary. Ellen Grady was also vomiting but told me she did not want to go to the infirmary as she was in danger. She said someone was trying to kill her and they would find her there. She pleaded with me to hide her.