Hellen Gravely Novels & Stories

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

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.**

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Ryan remained in this pitiful state for many weeks, until he began leaving the house frequently, returning only after several hours. My spectral form had weakened so much that I could no longer withstand direct sunlight. During daylight hours, I couldn't follow him. So I waited until one night when he woke from a nightmare and slipped out. He made his way to Shadow Ridge Pack's cemetery. One tombstone bore my name, with an inscription that read, "Tiana Ravenwood, Luna of Shadow Ridge Pack's Alpha, Leo, rests here in peace."

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.

Pier. I stare at Helia. Speechless. He’s wearing that look again. The one I hate. Calm, detached, smug. “She’s Miss Hills.” He repeats. “She’s related to the Grevelstokes. Jon. Eveliina.” I know the Grevekstokes damn it. And now everything comes rushing back. The Hills’ daughter. The one accused of killing Helia’s father. Her father. I remember reading about it in the news. The girl who supposedly committed suicide.