Mlp Deaths Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

Yes, Ana made him feel things and Margaret is who he considered to be his unfortunately timed soulmate, but the absence of the exaggerated melodrama had only been experienced by him with Ali. So, it was such a slap back to reality for him to experience his death first-hand. The worst part is, he was expecting his death from the backburners of his brain. He couldn’t just be 100% fully be present at those moments and just listened to his prophecies. He should’ve just broken the glass ball telling him to shine a light to the dim future and just saved all those numbers for the rainy day that has come. “I have seen so many people die, a lot from my point-of-view. And I thought I’d be desensitized

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.

He paused deliberately, his eyes flickering ever so subtly in my direction. The room fell deathly silent. Everyone waited, holding their breath for the final pronouncement. "Murder." The word hit like a thunderclap, echoing in the shocked silence. Chaos erupted once more, the noise from the reporters deafening, while online, the live stream chat exploded with comments: "Sabrina is dead!?" "No way! How is this possible?!" "Murder? What is he saying? That Arianna and Charles killed her?" "OMG, this is wild!"

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

Tens of thousands of people signed petitions demanding that I pay for Marianne's life. The police then presented surveillance footage from our residential complex in court. The video clearly showed my car entering the underground garage at 7:00 pm. It showed me taking the elevator to the tenth floor. Even neighbors living on the same floor testified that they had heard me cursing at Marianne and beating her inside the apartment. Then, ten minutes later, a sickening crash echoed through the house. Right on cue, Marianne plummeted from the balcony. She died on impact. With all that evidence stacked against me, I was sentenced to death in court.

Mom and Dad collapsed to the floor, their breathing shallow and ragged. Stomach cancer. Starved to death. Child abuse. Every single word felt like a sledgehammer slamming into their chests, making it painful just to breathe. The coroner called the police officers over, and they turned to Mr. Gibson. "What did Joshua usually eat at school?" Mom and Dad snapped out of their daze and exchanged a look of sheer dread. Frowning, Mr. Gibson replied truthfully, "Plain bread."

“The police and FDA investigators have been looking into groups like this for months.” My mother covered her mouth. Adrian looked at the waiver as if it had turned into a weapon in his hands. My father lowered the papers. For the first time since he entered the room, he looked old. The monitor gave one long, empty tone. A paramedic checked the clock. “Time of death, 6:27 a.m.” My mother collapsed into sobs. Adrian shut his eyes. My father stood there with the waiver trembling in his hand.

"Congratulations, Lucian. You have completed the mission. I will soon depart. Before I go, I have a few gifts for you." One video after another played before my eyes. After I died in that world, Mavis sold off all her assets in a desperate attempt to bring me back to life. In the end, she was left with nothing. Even after losing everything, she failed to wake me. Because of my departure, everything I had given her was stripped away. Mavis soon got into another car accident. But this time, there was no one to shield her. She could only endure the agony of ruptured organs on her own.

He then patted my shoulder and left. I walked over to the living room, trembling violently. I then caressed my mother's cold face, sobbing uncontrollably. Three days later, I organized a funeral for Mom. Even though there'd been a lot of discussion and scandal surrounding Mom after her food killed my exes, death was still a serious matter at the end of the day. Many people still attended Mom's funeral. I stood at the entrance of the funeral parlor, mechanically greeting each guest even as utter despair filled my heart.