Novel & Cerita Jackie Hance Funeral

Alex watched as she passed him by and sat at the front bowing her head. The priest began to preach and after some prayers, he asked Hazel for her farewell speech. Hazel stood up cleaning her tears as she walked towards her father's coffin, it was closed because of his dismembered face. She turned and looked at the three people sitting and facing her, Gloria was in tears, Simon looked sad and Alex looked pale, sad, and angry. Hazel cleared her throat before she spoke.

Frank looked up to where she fell and he saw Jack standing there. “Boy, it was you! YOU DID THIS!” “No, you are the one that drove her to this!” Tears now poured out his eyes. His father looked down in shame. -*- Three days have passed since the incident. The funeral was being held at St. Jude’s Cathedral. It was a small gathering. Frank didn’t trust his wife around many people when she was alive. So, she didn’t have many friends. Her family cut all ties with her. Because she chose him over them and none of them came to say goodbye. Father McGee got up to deliver a message of kindness and faithfulness. He pulled out his round spectacles and gathered his notes.

She did not cover the white hair on her head or the wrinkles on her face. Fiona, Yvette’s mother-in-law, was busy arranging the funeral because she did not know how to console Mrs. Quimbey and Lance. On the day of Yvette’s cremation, everyone was there. Nicole, Ian, Julie, Kai, and Grant... Yvette’s old friends from the past, the people she liked and disliked attended Yvette’s funeral. Lance watched silently as Yvette was pushed into the burner. His expression was grim, and he could not keep his composure.

I felt something I haven't felt before since I died — emotions. My father's tears or vulnerability was a part of him I never saw before. It felt very hard and distant, but a knock came on the door. "Alpha?" Dad sniffed, and in the next minute he was out of the grieving man's tears. "What is it?" The voice behind the door reported. "Lady Kira is ready to be buried, shall we proceed?" He took one last emotional look at my photo I never knew he had. "You'd be laid to rest, darling. and I shall make all amends and join you soon"

Lovingly, he said, "Let's not talk about her. It's your 'deathday' today. Of course I'm staying with you." Jackie told me he'd take me to the mountain and have a fireworks show during my last birthday. I waited for him the whole night and nearly fainted from the freezing cold. He never showed up. He told me he had an urgent meeting to handle. That urgent meeting was about a dead woman, of course. 'Do you like the videos, Wisteria? He told me he'd never have married you if it weren't for your family's resources. Oh right, that car crash? It was no accident. The truck driver was Jackie's distant relative.'

Throughout the elevator ride, I kept asking her what was going on, but she asked me to remain silent until we were alone. “What’s going on, Anna?” I asked her when she locked her office. “Jack Hughes is dead. His whole family was burned in a fire that erupted at his house. He, his wife, and their two kids were buried yesterday. He died a week ago. People suspect his death wasn’t accidental.” I was so shocked that I stumbled back and fell into one of the seats in Anna’s office. No. Jack couldn’t be dead. How could he be dead when I had just spoken to him shortly before I met Adrian?

As she read it, her hands shook. Good day, your presence is requested tomorrow at the funeral service of Sharon Davis. It will be held at Saint Austin’s Church by 10am. Thank you. From, Jack Davis. This had to be some kind of mistake. It was probably a general message. There was no way Jack would be inviting her to Sharon’s service. He thought it was all her fault. Another message popped in. Please come. I’m sorry about before. She would want you to be there. Jack.

Yes, Luke just didn’t love me enough. Not long after, the funeral home staff arrived to take Monica’s body away. I carefully instructed them on all the details for the funeral day. Because on the day of Monica’s funeral, I will have already left the Wildfire Pack. Watching the car carrying Monica's body drive away, I bowed deeply, solemnly bidding farewell to the mother who had raised me. My wolf, Shadow, whispered in my mind, "Emma, it's time. Time to live for yourself."

He struggled to sit up, insisting on going to the ICU to see Laura. I hurriedly stopped him. "Darling, Mom isn't in the ICU anymore." At those words, Michael immediately relaxed, forcing a faint smile. "I knew it. The hospital must've messed up. If she's already out of the ICU, then it can't be anything serious." What I said next chilled him to the bone. "Darling, you need to prepare yourself." The relief on his face faltered and finally drained away completely as I added, "Mom... has already been transferred to the morgue."

I slapped it into her hand. "You're fired," I said flatly. Nurse Vance blinked, looking down at the check, which was worth six months of her salary. "I... excuse me? Miss Celene, I don't understand. Your father's doctor...." "Your services are no longer required by me or my father," I cut her off, stepping closer until she had to tilt her head up to look at me. The sheer terror I felt just minutes ago when I remembered my father's death had completely turned into a quiet, deadly focus...