Invincible Mark's Mom Death Novels & Stories

"It was good until I turned ten and my mom died." "I'm sorry." She shrugged. "Just one of those things. Drunk driver hit her, killed her instantly. At least it was quick. After that Dad began to drink and things went to shit." Mark didn't know what to say. By the sounds of it, she had it rough growing up.

I had no idea what was happening! “Mom? Who are these people?” I took the photograph from Devon’s hand and gasped a little when I recognized it was my Mom. But there was another man beside her, and they both looked happy. Mom looked bright and happy. “If it weren’t for her sacrifice just to keep you alive, your Mom would probably still be alive with that man.” Lord Markis said with a soft, sad voice. He took a lock of thin, long black hair from the box and felt it in his fingers.

I couldn't take it anymore, I ran back home, damming whatever consequences I would be facing. I flung the door open to see my mom crying, an angry Mark, and our boxes packed. It felt like I was thrown into the middle of hell and the north pole. There was discomfort blowing left and right. “What's going on?” I asked everyone. I had begun to like Mark, but seeing him stand over my mom while she was crying struck a different nerve in me. “What's going on, Mark?” I asked, my eyes teary and fiery. “Mike's dead.” My mom replied instead.

I thought about all the times he called me a disgrace, that I wasn’t worth his time. Still, even with all the rage we carried between us, the thought of Mark dying without seeing him again twisted something inside me. He was a good man, but we never made peace. We never even tried. He stayed out of my way and I stayed out of his. I was still thinking about it when my phone buzzed again. It was a message from a number I didn’t recognize. I furrowed my brows as I read it. "Your mother is going to kill Mark. You have to hurry. It’s room 714.”

~Luciano~ I hugged my mother tightly as we watched the doctors take care of Mark. They turned on the defibrillator and placed the sticky pads on either side of his chest but it couldn't detect his heartbeat that fast and it requested for electric charge. "We can't lose him, Luciano."My mother cried out, clinging onto me so tightly as though doing so would help. "Mark is strong, I know he will fight to survive."I encouraged my mother so that she could hang on as we waited for the doctors to inform us about Mark's progress.

And he didn't want his work with David to be like this in the future. -- Mark was lying on the operating bed with half-closed eyes. Mark could hear the faint voices of the people crowding around him. His eyes felt heavy, and he also felt very sleepy. The last thing he remembers is when a man came into the room and immediately injected something into him. But Mark can still feel it when someone is standing next to him. That someone was SB, SB whispered words that Mark had never wanted to hear in his life. ''Your father is dead.'' Mark felt like screaming and fighting all the people around him at this time, but just raising his hand, he couldn't. His chest felt very tight when he couldn't let

They placed me in a bedroom and closed the door—not locking it, but making sure I understood I wasn’t leaving. I sat on the edge of the bed, shaking now that no one could see. My world had burned. My mother was dead. The cult was gone. And the man who had ordered it all… was the only thing standing between me and whatever the Mark truly was. I pressed my palm over my shoulder, breathing through the heat. “You don’t own me,” I whispered into the dark. The Mark pulsed once. Slow. Patient. Like it was smiling.

Mom just collapsed on the couch the moment we walked through the door, sobbing. "He killed them," she whispered. “Your father killed Marcus and those goons.” I stared at her. She seemed so shaken by everything that had happened. I took her in my hands and held her. "He did it to save us." She nodded. Meanwhile, Damien paced the living room actively. "He'll go down for it. But the pics—Marcus sent them." I nodded. We were just here, waiting for the worst to happen. And mom? She had drifted off into sleep thankfully.

Her father died on the spot, her mother was in critical condition and Mark was knocked unconscious due to a hard impact on his head. Luna went through it all alone, that day she moved like a robot taking care of her father's funeral as well as worrying about the condition of her mother and her fiancée. There was no time to cry and then the next day her mother died following her father. Luna had to endure the pain of burying her parents in two consecutive days alone and, that night, when doctors decided that Mark was in a coma and is not known when he will be conscious, Luna collapsed. All the pain that hit her repeatedly been unable to bear it anymore, she fainted and when she conscious she

"Why are you here?" She averted her gaze. "C -Calm down, Marky," she said and slightly bit her lips because of nervousness. "P -Perez is not my target," he added. I frowned at her. "Did Atty. Send you?" I'm referring to Uncle. She laughed. "I wasn't sent because I was already here before you came," she replied smiling. She looked at me. "They killed my mommy. So I immediately agreed to this mission because I can get revenge." Her fists clenched. "Like you, this is my last mission. But Perez is not my target." Slowly it looked at me.