Invincible Mark's Mom Death Novels & Stories

"It's cold. Tobias bought our mom this excellent air conditioner, and Jake baked cupcakes earlier... we also have plenty of beer if you rather have that." "What is the occasion?" I cross my arms over my chest. Jake and Mark are playing for the NHL and no longer live here. I find it weird that they bought beer and came here. "Oh, you don't know..." Mark gives me a sad smile. It's concerning. He is the friendly one of the brothers, at least to me, and for him to look bleak, something must have happened. "Know what?" I ask. Mark's melancholy smile remains. "Our mom is at the hospital. Her condition is critical. She fell at work and hasn't woken up."

Mark, it seemed, had no idea. “What do you mean, uncle?” He asked cluelessly, even though I know that sharp wit of his was already processing the information, how impossible it would have been for Jacinta to kill them all on her own. She was strong, my mother. But she was never known for her battle prowess, she had strength of character and mind. But not much blessed with physical strength. I could see the wheels and cogs turn in Mark’s head as understanding dawned on him. “It was you, uncle. You killed my birth parents, and Chloe’s parents too.” Mark concluded.

Suddenly, Mark yelled like a madman, “This must just be a trick! We were trapped in a hut once, and she gave me all of her food, but she still survived!” Those words filled my heart with nothing but anguish. So, he still remembered… Then, why did he push his own savior to her death? Lewis flew into a rage and struck Mark’s back repeatedly with his cane. “You idiot! How could we have given birth to such a fool like you?!” Mark got annoyed and shouted for the bodyguards to lead his parents away. When he was alone, Mark started examining my body. Even though my face had rotted away, and I was no longer recognizable, he touched the dried blood on it.

“You can still walk away from this.” Carlos slowly raised an eyebrow, as though he had just heard something absurd. “Walk away?” Then he let out another low laugh. One completely devoid of humor. “Walk away?” Finally, he turned around. His dark eyes met Marcos’s, and for a moment, he seemed like a different person entirely. “While all of them moved on with their lives… I had to survive the ruins of mine… so don’t talk to me about walking away.” Marcos looked away, unsure of what to say.

"You, and that abomination in your belly, deserve to pay for her life." I sank into the dark, suffocating depths, carrying my unborn child and drowning in despair. And now, I was back. "Selena, it’s Ivy. She says her chest hurts. It might be a flare-up from her old injuries." Ethan looked at me, his handsome face marred by a hint of impatience. "I’ll smooth things over with the Elders. The Marking Ceremony... can we push it back one more time?" Staring at him, I didn't scream. I didn't go hysterical like I did in my past life.

Marcus looked at her, trying to figure out if she will tell the truth or not, but in the end, he let go of her and trust her. “Now explain everything.” “Remember the incident two years ago where your mom and dad were involved?” Mariko asked, which made him nod. “Yes. Some syndicates did it and wanted nothing but to get their car. But my parents refuse to give up and they ended up getting my mom killed and my father escaped.” Mariko shook her head in disagreement. Marcus frowned quizzically. “What do you mean? Don’t tell me what I’ve known didn’t really be the truth? Who killed my mother, then?” He asked as he started to get annoyed.

’’ I said again still trying to reach my lawyer. ‘’While we wait, I think he should fill this statement form.’’ the cops said handling Mark a plain sheet of paper and a pen. ‘’Damn! His line isn’t reachable, where could he be?’’ I muttered to myself under my breath. Meanwhile Alexa and her mom still haven’t said a word since we saw Mark, I turned to look at them and I could see the rage of anger and hatred on their faces as they looked at him. This kind of glare alone would make him say the absolute truth and wouldn’t dare deny a dime, I wondered what was in their heart towards him for all the pains he caused them years ago. Even though Mark was my father, I felt no atom of pity for him. He

It seemed that the feeling was mutual as Marcus showed no reaction at all to what his mom said. “Mom, do you have anything important to tell me?” he asked impatiently not interested to know about Alyssa Van Every, of all people on earth. His dad, Jonathan Donnelly died of a cardiac arrest and Nicholas handled his business, so his colleague from Yester years didn’t interest him at all. Before his mom could answer him, his granny called her and she walked away leaving him alone with the enemy’s sister. “Why are you here, Van Every?” he gritted out, making Alyssa’s eyes widen with panic. He knew her!

Mark touched the doll and smiled at her. “Look, he is not going anywhere." Her sister took her hand as Mark nodded at Cassandra. “Get the medicine." She whispered to the nurse as they took Cassandra away. A few steps up, she turned to smile at Mark, who stood in the hallway staring at them with his mouth half opened. With a heavy sigh, Mark shook his head walking out of the house to his car. He somehow understood how hard it was for Sasha’s mother taking care of her family. When he saw the car go up in flames, he felt like his entire world shuttered.

I'm not in the mood for this right now, why do you think I didn't let you out of the house? -It was an accident. -My dad went half-crazy as soon as he saw me and wanted to hit me, so I hit him first. That's all that happened," he lied. Don't be mad. -I'm not mad, Booke. -He went to where Mark was. Did he finally die? -No, he's just unconscious," Savannah said, scratching her arm, "but I think he's going to die if he's not taken care of quickly. -Where's your mother?