Mourning End Part 1 Novels & Stories

“She was executed at sunrise. But the elders refused to give her body a proper burial spot on the pack’s land. Her body was taken to the wilds and left there.” I closed my eyes. A sob caught in my throat. “That’s cruel,” I whispered. Morris sighed. “It’s what they decided.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “So, it’s over?” He nodded. “It’s over, my love.” I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled me against him, he stood up and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist. I buried my face in his shoulder. “We can breathe now,” I said against his neck. “We can be happy.”

“He only knew the heartbeat of his mother. The warmth of her body. For eight months, he was perfectly loved. And that is what we remember today. Not the end. But the love.” Beside me Michelle started sniffling. I stiffened and gripped my purse tighter. My grief was buried deep down in my gut. I didn’t want to take it out for public consumption. All during Hilda’s talk I sat very still and clenched my jaw. She finished with a short prayer, and people got up and started to shuffle off towards their cars. I could stand up then. Moving carefully, as if I might shatter at the slightest touch. Mother reached for me again, but I sidestepped her and headed for the front, where Claire was standing ne

Like an answered prayer, yet my end. I turned to Dontrell, whispering, “Excuse me.” He nodded, pressing a kiss to my forehead. His eyes were red-rimmed, the result of too many stolen moments spent crying where no one could see. I stepped away from the gathering, walking past the rows of mourners until I reached the back, where Doris stood. Tears streaked her face. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her with me as we walked further away, past the parked cars, until we reached the shadow of a vehicle.

"Farewell, Edward." "Goodbye, Ara," we whispered in unison, our voices heavy with emotion as I gazed into her eyes for the final time. A collective sigh escaped us as the shadows of goodbye were lifted, replaced by the warmth of love. Her eyes fluttered closed, her hand falling limply into her lap. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady myself as the pain of losing her washed over me once more, just as it did Light Edward. It should have broken him, but in a fleeting moment of heartache, hope emerged. A smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a surge of strength within me.

I had dragged her to the bonfire and drank with her until dawn, saying my wish had finally come true. Now, so soon after, I was preparing to vanish completely. "Are you serious?" she asked, her face full of worry. "I thought you were just speaking out of anger when you said you were canceling the ceremony. You chased him for twenty years. Now you’re suddenly letting go. What happened?" I told Lyndra everything that had occurred over the past month: the marking, the pup. Lyndra kicked at Raelor’s portrait with force. "Ungrateful dirtbag!

“I promise I'll make you remember everything, my love. Let's forget what happened here. The operation has been accomplished: Maurice is dead, and you're safe now. Come on, the plane is waiting for us.” The words fall on me like a sentence. My chest tightens, and I feel the weight of tears. Maurice... despite everything, I've learned to love him. A deep sadness grows inside me when I think of Dominique, who will be heartbroken. And Jolie... she's only eleven. Her mother has already abandoned her and now this? Losing Maurice is like tearing away a piece of her that will never come back. Tears wet my face, a mixture of loss and emptiness...

Josh, who heard Jane's sobbing breath, released her from his arm. “What is it?” said a stunned Josh, “What hurts? Which part hurts?” continued Josh again. Jane just kept silent, and her tears were still flowing. “Tell me which part hurts?” Josh asked softly, stroking Jane's cheek, which was wet with tears. “No,” replied Jane, shaking her head and taking a step back from Josh to the door to room 511 and opening it. Jane pulled her introduction intravenous pole and entered the room. Josh was surprised to see Jane and Jane's behavior, crying for no reason.

*** THE YEAR 2019, the burial of Jordan Mendoza Jane was wearing a collared ivory shirt, while she was holding the marble and gray jar close to her chest, as she walked down towards the hallways. The maids from the mansion were also there, paying their condolences and wishing that the soul could rest in peace after it had been buried. The emotions were clear from her face as she walked very slowly, while Justin was holding a white rose in his hands. He was behind his mother, as he looked down and the tears trickled down once more. Marian was also there, and she had been perceived to be there when she knew that Justin wouldn't have someone to lean closer to. She looked the other way as Jane w

Chapter 49 Everyone has returned to the hall to continue mourning. I remain behind, standing in the rain, watching Theo and Leo shovel the dirt onto the coffin until the plot is filled. Theo and Leo place a hand each on my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic gaze before leaving me be. I fall to my knees and can’t believe this is happening that my beloved mate, Micah is dead and now buried. I stare at the muddy grave in a trance until a lightning bolt strikes nearby, bringing me back to reality. I look to the flowers on my right, lean over and pick some before placing them neatly onto Micah’s grave.

Then I’d come home with just one boar but it’d always be really huge then we’d sell some to the butcher then Uncle Servo would cook the rest… The flooding of memories begins to fill me up with rather strong emotions. Tears had begun to well up in my eyes. But as I try my best to choke them back; some of the tears drop on Riiger’s crucifix and slowly wash away the blood. I guess I’ve always kept blood stains as reminder of Riiger’s death but the sight of his dried blood washing off the crucifix told me that Riiger’s death was over and all that was left for me was to return the crucifix back to his family. I put the crucifix back to my pocket and say a promise to Riiger again in my head, it ca