Mourning End Part 1 Novels & Stories

I'm crying for whoever's blood is on my hands. END OF PART I

I could very well lose my child and the love of my life forever. The End =============================================================== Thanks for reading!

Hugh stood up and glared murderously at the terrified crowd. “Taz is the only one I want. “If anyone else says one bad word about her, I’ll end them.” Arnold’s lips trembled in rage. His cane wobbled unsteadily in his hand. He ultimately closed his eyes and let out a long, weary sigh. “It’s over. The Sheargold family is over.” He shook his head and mumbled as if in a daze, then walked away. Hugh looked up and met my gaze on the second floor. His expression swiftly softened into a gentle smile.

The ritual concludes with a wine-drinking ceremony, bidding farewell to return to their respective residences. The dramatic and sacred procession of releasing Adam Hart's spirit marks the end of the mourning period filled with honor. The Rossie family is ready to continue their lives, carrying the memories of Adam that will always live in their hearts. "Goodbye, Father. Until we meet again," Arren whispers while gazing at the photo of her late father, now happily reunited with her mother in heaven. Arren promises to live well for both of them. *** The next day, when Arren wakes up, she is surprised to see Leon looking very handsome and neat this morning.

"You were at the hospital when they took their last breaths, weren't you? But you weren't at their bedside. You were playing the doting lover, sitting by Kelly, taking care of her like she was the only person in the world. Your parents—your own parents—held on, waiting for you to come, but you never did. They died with their eyes open, still hoping to see their son." A hush fell over the room. Then, slowly, all heads turned toward the door. Kelly had been trying to sneak away unnoticed, but now the Thompson family had their sights set on her, their faces twisted in rage. Before she could escape, they grabbed her and Zarrick, shoving them down before the caskets. Hands forced their heads down

"Good." The End

The sound of mournful howls carried through the forest, a haunting tribute to a Luna who had left an indelible mark on their hearts. Richard stood motionless, his gaze fixed upon the wrapped body as it was lowered into the earth. The weight of the moment pressed upon him, threatening to consume him entirely. He could feel the eyes of the entire pack upon him, their collective presence a silent show of support, but the pain in his heart rendered him detached from the world around him because, at the moment, he wasn't their alpha; he was a man mourning the loss of his true and only mate. As the ceremony drew to a close, Richard found himself drawn towards the burial site, his steps slow and he

The journey felt both eternal and fleeting, my mind lost in a labyrinth of emotions and unanswered questions. We traveled across vast landscapes, the changing scenery reflecting the passage of time. The familiar sights of the park drew closer, and my heart grew heavier with each passing mile. Finally, the carriage came to a stop at the entrance of the park, where a gathering of mourners had already begun. Stepping out of the carriage, I was greeted by the hushed whispers of condolences and the solemn faces of our family's closest friends. The air was thick with sorrow, a palpable weight that hung over the park. I took a moment to compose myself, straightening my mourning attire and wiping aw

"Aren't you going to ask who passed away?" "We may be husband and wife, but there's no love between us anymore. Do I really need to spell it out for you? So no matter who in your family passed away, I have no obligation to pay or personally come over. I'm already showing you respect by being here. Don't push it, Zayne." Enduring the pain throughout my body, I walked over, picked up the overturned photo, and tossed it in front of Rosalie. "Take a good look at whose funeral this is and whose urn your lover smashed."

She smiles at me, her hand reaches for my face and I clutch it to me. She opens her mouth as the water floods her lungs and she chokes; I clutch her to me tighter as her body convulses. Her hold loosens on me and I hug her to my body. I don’t release her until she is pulled from me. I take the beating as I lay there on the tank floor, numb and broken, curling my tail around me as I mourn for my only human friend. A friend I help die. A friend I killed. END OF FLASHBACK!