Muerte Familiar Novels & Stories

And that was certainly the case for me. Before I turned 13, my mom had died from a rare illness. It was an illness that was extremely rare in wolves. Unfortunately, my mom’s wolf spent so much time trying to heal my mom that her wolf died from exhaustion just prior to my mom’s death. It was so heartbreaking to see it happen. I didn’t even know that a wolf could die like that. To see my mom so devastated that her wolf died made everything so much worse.

Shе gоt саught іn thе dеtаіlѕ оf life, аnd almost stopped lіvіng when hеr parents dіd. Thаt said, I can’t іmаgіnе hоw ѕhе muѕt be feeling to hаvе lоѕt them. Aрrіl’ѕ fаmіlу wаѕ close. Shе аlwауѕ knеw hеr mоm and dаd hаd hеr bасk. I rеmеmbеr when she саllеd tо tеll mе thеу hаd died. Shе соuld hаrdlу tаlk. Road dеаthѕ are so ѕuddеn аnd vіоlеnt. It wаѕ trаgіс.

My eyes scanned the document, it was weird, what kind of connection did my mother have with such an influential family, and why did Mika hate that family so much? "What else did you find out apart from what's in the documents?" I asked curiously, there was something but I couldn't place my fingers on it. "They gave birth to four children, two are dead and the other two are alive. Their eldest daughter died in a fire shortly after their third child died in a car accident alongside Jaylen's eldest brother," Antonio explained and I nodded my head in understanding. They don't look like the people to be involved with my family. "Any picture of their late daughters?" I asked while looking at the p

He was very glad that he had grown up with such a cousin. …... The first family they visited was the family of the deceased young couple. The parents of the deceased had not yet come to terms with losing their children. They were sitting in front of the photos of the deceased, holding the baby in their arms. As the soldiers entered the house, they did not seem to have noticed.

The realization that her loved ones were forever gone washed over her, a wave of grief that threatened to drown her. Florence slowly opened her eyes, her vision still blurred with tears. There, before her, beside her grandmother and aunt, their faces etched with sorrow. They held her close, their arms offering a comforting embrace. The sight of her loved ones, their faces forever frozen in time, sent a wave of grief crashing over Florence. She broke down, her sobs echoing through the chapel. Her cries were raw and guttural, like the sound of a wounded animal lost in the wilderness. She could not hear herself, but the intensity of her grief was palpable, a testament to the depth of her love f

He turned to look at me as he slipped his hands down his pocket. "Is she your sister?" "No" "A family member?" "No?" "A friend that you have known for a long time?" "No, as well!" His face contorted into a slight frown that disappeared immediately. "Then if she isn't in any way related to you or an acquaintance, then tell me why you are bothered about her death. Apart from the death of your mom that you would have been reminded of, I see no reason why you should mourn her. You should be happy that she's dead! "

But I knew that I would be interrogated again very quickly. After all, the transfer of all properties of the Schmidt Corporation was not a small matter. In the villa where the incident happened, other than the neighbors who came to watch the fun, there were also crowds of journalists who came to see me, the new CEO of the Schmidt family. The whole Schmidt family was murdered by their eldest daughter, and the eldest daughter even used to be a psychiatric patient. That must be breaking news. As I expected, Ryan took me to the interrogation room again the next day.

One day, during a fight, they started hitting each other. My mother-in-law was old, so she could not endure it. She fell, hit her head, and died on the spot. Wendy never expected things to go that far, and she was completely shaken. The series of blows broke her completely. She started going around claiming she was Wendy and that Eric was not her husband. Not long after, on a rainy night, she jumped to her death. People said she had lost her mind. From then on, no one spoke of that family again.

Ronald approached me, and even through the sterile gown, I could see the faint trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Alice, the surgery was a success. As long as Beatrice gets through the observation period, she will be fine.” I remained still, my eyes closed, unresponsive. Ronald frowned and nudged me impatiently. “What’s with the act? Aren’t you happy? Beatrice’s surgery went well—she’s your sister!” Behind him, Shawn’s voice cut through the room, low and trembling with anger. “Alice is dead. No matter how much you call her, it’s useless. You and her heartless, selfish family have drained her dry and killed her!”

She was my newest familiar and she was a pain in the ass. Bastet had lived out his days happily with us and passed away of old age. Killian had given him a pack member's funeral and we buried him along with the rest of the pack members that had gone before him. I mourned for him for two years before Mafdet showed up. I wasn’t even ready for another familiar to be a part of my life, but I knew that I couldn’t reject her. Yes, rejecting a familiar is something that can happen, like rejecting a mate. The only difference is, we get as many familiars as we need in this life, not just one like we do, a true mate.