Lost Parents Guide Novels & Stories

“Rowan. Everyone’s watching. Stop the act.” “My child is gone. You should be the happiest one here.” “After all, now I have no excuse to hold you to your promises.” He kept his head down, tears staining his face as he let out a low, guttural sob. Behind him, I saw Tessa and the former Luna’s faces light up with excitement when they heard I’d miscarried. His mother strode forward, trying to pull Rowan away again. “Rowan, let’s go. Forget her.”

I stood at the staircase with my luggage and waited for an hour before I finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I looked up to see my parents with their caregiver, Harry Lambert, walking intimately between them. He had his right hand around my mother's arm and was helping my father with his shopping bags with his left hand. They were chatting happily away as if they were a family of three. When they arrived at the door and saw me, none of them looked surprised. All my father did was glance at me, while my mother mentioned nonchalantly, "You're back." Harry was the one who released my mother's arm right away and approached me with a happy smile. "You're back, Charlie. Why didn't you sa

I said as calmly as I could before I would explode on him. "Lisa, wait," Mark called out desperately. "If you are planning something, you need to tell me. You need to tell all of us. We lost Mom and Dad and we cannot lose you too. We cannot watch you throw your life away chasing ghosts." "Shut up, young man! Our parents are not ghosts," I seethed out. My voice, becoming very cold. "They were our parents!” "I know that," Mark said with a slight crack in his voice that broke my heart. "I know that better than anyone. But they are gone, Lisa. And punishing Jackson or his family is not going to bring them back."

Maggie raised her hand. "You fought because your desk mate had a filthy mouth. Why did he fight?" I rubbed the scar on my index finger and let my gaze slide down from the word "Father". Grandmother. "He lost his dad when he was little. His grandparents passed away when he was in elementary school. In middle school, his mom got sick. His tuition was scraped together by relatives and neighbors. Everyone called him a jinx and said he was bad luck." Maggie stared, stunned. After a long moment, she sighed.

Hearing their comforting words and feeling the deep emotions they felt for their only child, my heart felt even heavier, and my emotions became even more distorted. My mind flashed back to the things that happened after my death in my last life. Everything I witnessed___ From Nick's subtle manipulations to Vesper's belated regret and to Leander's silent support. But in the end, how could anything ever fill the void of losing one's child? My parents were never able to recover. My mother lost her mind, and my father barely survived a severe heart attack. Even though Leander helped keep the company afloat, what could bring back the happiness that had been lost?

My parents returned quickly—early the next morning, they were home. Shane, still irritated from their scolding, forced me to sit on the sofa all night. I hadn't slept, my stomach ached, and cold sweat drenched me. I felt utterly drained. Yet, when my parents arrived, I rose to my feet like a reflex. In my mind, they had died five years ago. Now, seeing them alive and well at home felt like a dream. "Lily, do you understand what you did wrong?"

… I packed up Cherry's journal and went back to the home I hadn't returned to in two years. The moment I opened the door, Mom stood in the hallway. Her hair had gone completely white, and she looked older. Her clouded eyes, rimmed in red, fixed on me. But it only lasted a moment. Her guilt and sorrow were quickly swallowed back down. She slipped right back into the version of herself I knew best—unhinged and stubborn. "Oh, you didn't die? Didn't they say you tried to kill yourself?" I raised my bandaged wrist and answered calmly, "Almost."

One man spat into the dirt, his glare burning hotter than the embers he’d fled. Serenya faltered, her arm trembling against Kaelen’s. His hand covered hers, steady. “Walk with me,” he murmured. They crossed to the survivors. An old woman, face lined like cracked stone, rose to meet them. She leaned on a stick, but her gaze was unyielding. “You’re too late, Alpha,” she rasped. “Our homes are gone. Our kin are ash.” Kaelen inclined his head, respectful. “You live. That matters.”

And they just exchange nods. “At that time, Sean, Marcus, when I met your Papa Henry. I was in grief for losing my child. But I’ve known him already since childhood. We just lost contact for a long time when his family moved to another place.” Jamie says and lets out soft chuckles as memories of that fateful day flashed in her mind.