Lost Parents Guide Novels & Stories

I watch him walk away until he disappears through the double doors. He's wrong, I won't ever get over what is going on with me, even if I attempted to. Losing both parents is something nobody will get over, it gets easy over time, but there's no getting over it. More so, if they died in front of you at the age of ten. If you watched them struggle to take their last breath. There's no getting over that. My chest burns with the sudden rage I'm feeling. This is all his fault. Roman.

, Ethan whispered. Victor hesitated for a few moments. And then, “You were taken during an attack on the Cross estate. The estate was destroyed that night. Your parents fought to protect you. You were only five years old.” Ethan felt something cold settle in his chest. His nightmares started making sense now. Fragments returned to him. Fire everywhere. People screaming and running everywhere. A man lifting him. Running through the smoke. Pain tearing through his arms. Then silence. “I thought those were just nightmares.”

" When I did not respond, she passed the phone to Tina. "Dad, where are you? I miss your fish. I can't sleep at night at all. Come back and tell me stories like before. Hold me until I fall asleep. Dad, I miss you." Hearing their voices, I felt nothing. "SSerene, this will be our last call. Don't contact me again. I don't need you to handle my funeral arrangements, and I don't need you to pray for me after my death either. I'll be forgetting both of you completely."

“Just let me see Mother once. The second I meet her, I’ll leave. I swear I’ll never appear in front of you again. Please, Valentina. I only want to see my mother.” I looked down at her, my emotions twisting into something heavy and complicated. Last month, trouble broke out in the family’s West Coast territory, and I had gone there personally to deal with it. I only returned before dawn this morning. On the flight home, I had spent hours wondering what I should say when I finally met the daughter I had lost for so many years. I never expected our first meeting to become this, with me being framed by my own child. “You should stand up first.” I bent down instinctively to help her. “Lea, actua

And if she never forgives me I’d be fine. But my child would grow up to know me. I had lost Elara once. And I’d be damned if I lost this baby as well.

"Like what, a piece of furniture? A liability you had to store somewhere?" Rowan moved then, stepping half in front of me like he could block the words physically. "Enough." But the elder wasn't finished. "You were three years old when your biological parents were killed." The air left my lungs in a rush. Killed. Not missing. Not gone. Not "unable to care for you." Killed. Rowan's hands curled into fists at his sides. I saw the knuckles go white. I forced my voice to work. "By who?"

Still, as long as she did not cause trouble, I could let it go. Victor met my eyes, as if he wanted to say something. I ignored him, placed the white chrysanthemum in front of my father's headstone, and began to give a careful account of the family's business and losses over the past year. When I spoke of the men we had lost to the Vitali family, my eyes stung. The sky hung low and heavy. Snow fell without pause, making the cemetery feel even more solemn and desolate. Guilt weighed on me. I had failed to protect them. They had died for nothing.

One of the parents who lost a child kicked the hugging bear, which went flying, with great anger. "Calm down! Finding the children should be our priority!" I had no idea who was behind this, but there was nothing more important than finding the children first. Ms. Channing came over with several flashlights, and she divided them among us. However, ten minutes had passed… We had searched every corner but could not find the children. The parents broke down as they yelled angrily at the empty air.

James POV. They are all dead, everyone died, my parents died years ago, it’s not them that I’m sad about, but it’s the lost of my beta, of my pack, the rest of my family, everyone is gone and I’m the only one left, I should have died with them, I shouldn’t have survived but look at how cruel destiny could be, I survived all alone.

His mom wasn't around anymore so it didn't make any sense to him. He glanced around the lecture hall, feeling suddenly out of place. The usual loud chatter of the students filled the lecture, however he couldn't hear it as it felt muffled and distant. His thoughts raced, trying to piece together who might have sent the message and what it could mean. It had been years since his mom had passed away in a car accident, so what did the person who sent the message really mean, by that message? Inhaling deeply, Josh decided to reply to the message. Hesitantly he typed: ‘Who is this?’ pressing send, he put the phone away, sighing as he rubbed his face.