Hellen Gravely Novels & Stories

Would she find her happily ever after somewhere in the bosom of Selene the moon goddess? My meditation was interrupted by the arrival of the black hearse. I watched pallbearers carry the casket from the hearse to the burial site, where the body of whoever this hole was bored for would rest. I walked deeper into the graveyard. Memories flooded my brain as I did so. I stopped at the innermost part of the graveyard, I noticed that most of the headstones were damaged and faded with the passage of time. I can tell that the graveyard was more than 150 years old by some of the legible inscriptions. There’s an inscription of a man who died in 1861. He probably lived in an era where there was no tele

"Hey Adrian! You know me, I'm Maddy, and I've always wanted to meet you. Madelyn Gregory, Mad Greg for shorts to only her cheesy wannabes and haters, and that apparently was about seventy to eighty percent of Ridgewood High girls. Madelyn was one of the three Gorgon's of Ridgewood high (with Devon as number two) a look from either of the three, could petrify the heart of anybody. Her nastiness, and hoedom, made her a beacon of hate amongst the girls. Cheesy bunch! "Don't you have makeups to be applying, or blowjobs to sell somewhere?"

We made a stop for flowers and then Claudia dropped me off at the cemetery gate, parking outside. "I'd wait here for you. Say hi to him or her" She said, patting my thigh. "I will" The minute my legs touched the ground, my mood plummeted. Every step closer to that grave, made my heart ache badly. I didn't deserve to be called a mother because I was irresponsible but then I had learnt my lesson - the hard way though. "Hi baby. It's mama again" I smiled down at the tombstone, dropping my flower on it gently.

His tone made it clear there was no room for argument when he ordered, "Bring her here." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then, the reply came. "Mr. Flint, Willow was in a car accident five days ago. She died at the scene. Her body is in the morgue, basement level one, of the hospital you're in right now."

After the party, Laura offered Grace a job as the human resource manager at Hollando Ventures. One of her course mate was the owner of the company and so it was easy for her to have connected to Grace. It was Grace's first day at work, she had to be punctual, well dressed and at same time be prepared for the day's task. She got to the office and she met someone familiar "Hello beautiful, nice to meet you again" the young man said. Grace couldn't recall where she had met him "Good morning" she said smiling, trying hard to recall fast

Allison went inside and in a few minutes she came out, a vicious smile hidden beneath her nose mask. The next morning, breaking news hit Coral city. Chloe Granger, 27 years old heiress of the Granger family, died overnight after an unfortunate incident of a drug overdose.

so long as my death came after I’d achieved my goals. Highgate was truly beautiful this time of year, its frosted trees and shrubbery intermingling with the snowy graves. Foxes crept among the tombstones. Spiders wove glistening webs. Angel statues cried ice tears. Loretta and I wandered it aimlessly until we reached a section devoted to immortals. The graves here were all from the past year or two. Loretta stopped before one. “I knew him,” she said. The grave belonged to Billy Portbelly, a “devoted husband” who had perished a few months before.

He knew that, without a phone or a lawyer, Elara had pulled the final trigger. He let out a howl that was easily seen as lonely and broken. Even the human guards in the hallway stopped their pacing, their hair standing on one end. It wasn't a howl of an Alpha. It was the pain of a man realizing he was standing in a grave he’d spent eight years digging.

Just for her. Snow was falling gently, silently, as if the world around me had paused. My boots sank into the soft snow as I crossed the stone field. The little cemetery behind the mansion was an old secret, known only to me and a few trusted souls—none of whom were still alive. I knelt before the most well-tended grave. “Helena Morripin.” Reading her name carved into the stone was still one of the most bitter and painful things I could endure. I took a deep breath, my eyes burned, but I refused to let the tears fall.

His eyebrows grew even colder as he quickly followed. Haley was surrounded by seven or eight men, but there was no sign of embarrassment or discomfort on her face. Her gaze slowly scanned every person in the vicinity. The second son of the Granger family, Louis Granger. The heir of the Varley family, Mark Varley. All of them were prominent figures in the aristocratic circle. Five years ago, before she had an accident, she had met these people in person. However, these people all thought she was dead. It is unimaginable that standing in front of them was Haley DeRoss, who had supposedly died four years ago.