Muerte Familiar Novels & Stories

"It's alright. Mom passed away due to cancer two years ago." "I am sorry," Mr. Hernandez gave her an apologetic smile that seemed a bit reassuring. "My father is gone too ... passed away along with my brother and his wife..." Savannah sounded a bit shocked at the news. "I am sorry to hear that." "Guess, now we have a certain same feeling in common, losing the people we love," Savannah said bitterly, Mr. Hernandez nodded at her words. Mr. Hernandez didn't know why, but that night he felt something different like a relief and some kind of familiar feeling. The other was an entirely alien feeling for him, though it didn't seem bad.

What I said made my friend’s eyes turn red and I knew then that he also lost his mother and sister. Their father was killed in a rogue attack, his mother and sister were the only family he had. “They were killed that day; you know their deaths were so brutal that we had to bury everyone in a mass grave.” My heart broke when I heard that. My parents were among those who were buried in that mass grave.

He fell to the ground laughing. I took my gun from my back pocket and pointed it at him. "Even if you kill me it's not going to bring the old man from the grave, he's gone, along side with your family. You poor lonely orphan. Just look at you, yes, look at you. Moved from a toxic Mafia family to a family of Toxic Mafia people, your own in-law murdered your sister and your mother and you're still fucking the same dick over and over again, you're sick. You're fucken sick ".

“She was currently under arrest for attempting to murder her sister!” Everyone gasped. The music blared even louder and enjoyment resumed like he hadn't talked. "The Alpha has sent the doctor's report. We should act now" The men spoke. I tried to kill Freya who caused all the misadventures in my life? Even Eden could say something like this? I guess Kira Collins has been dead for a long time. I stood there and watched the bad men plot my family's downfall, they set the medical reports to the large projector secretly, and informed their Alpha.

Maya came outside and climbed onto my lap. "Where Sam?" she asked. "Sam went to see his other grandparents." "Coming back?" "Sunday." "Miss Sam." "I miss Sam too." "Sam comes back?" "Sam always comes back, baby girl." That evening, Sam called. "How are you doing?" I asked. "It was weird. The funeral was small. Maybe twenty people." "How do you feel?" "Sad, but not for the reason I expected." "What do you mean?" "I wasn't sad that he died. I was sad that he lived such a sad life."

he said, Lewis handed him a paper "Apparently, the Miller family who were killed two dacades ago" he answered, Mr Montero had a very sharp memory hence upon hearing about the Millers, he knew exactly who they were, how could he ever forget that woman and her husband. " this doesn't make any sense, how is he related to them?" He asked

“Mom, please, I'm begging you. Let me keep Elena.” Grandma looked down at her as if she were looking at a stranger. “Keep her?” “You didn't take care of her when she was alive.” Mom went still. “You said you loved her, but in your heart you treated her like a burden. So on her birthday, when you finally couldn't stand it anymore, that's what killed her.” Mom stayed on her knees with her mouth opening and closing, unable to make a sound. Grandma turned and walked three steps, and then she stopped.

He told Monte stories about when Four was younger, carefully editing out the darkness but keeping the truth of how far I had come. One afternoon I walked in to find Monte asleep on the bed beside Manuel, both of them napping peacefully. The image broke my heart and healed it simultaneously. This was family. This was love. This was everything my father's house had never been. Manuel started sharing more about his past as the weeks went on. Things he had never told me before. He talked about his wife, Maria, and their son, David. They had died twenty years ago in a car accident. A drunk driver ran a red light and hit them head-on. Maria died instantly. David was seven years old and he died in

Whenever I tried to explain, My family members always accuse me of being jealous and immature. I stared at my brother's hands in a daze. How long had it been since he touched my face this gently? "Female victim, age between tAshwoodty and tAshwoodty-five. Preliminary assessment: time of death approximately one month ago." His assistance stood nearby, reporting the initial examination results. My brother's movements stopped abruptly. One month. Exactly when I disappeared. I clearly saw his eyelashes tremble. Did he think of me? Did he feel even a trace of concern for me?