Muerte Familiar Novels & Stories

They never known each other. His ex wife separated from the family because his mother almost kill his wife that time and her eldest daughter almost died from the high fever . His mother didn't even take out a penny to buy a medicine for her eldest daughter . He even found out about his family of four miserable life after his death news coming from his camp .

Looking at Mom and Dad crying before her, Grandma slapped each of them angrily across the face. Then, she said in a voice heavy with pain, "How could you do something so monstrous? Even a wild beast doesn't devour its own young!" Dad dropped to his knees before Grandma. "Mom, Chelsea's death really was an accident. None of us wanted this. But she's already gone—there's no need to drag the rest of us down with her. I still have to take care of you in your old age."

SERENA After my family was killed, there were no funerals to attend. I never saw their bodies lying in coffins or heard anecdotal stories of memories from friends who came to pay their respects. When my parents and brothers were murdered by the shadow pack, they were just… gone. Instantly forgotten by the ones who took their lives, their bodies disposed of like trash.

I was in Korea when I suddenly heard the news of A&R Empire merging with the Blake Empire, so I couldn't really say what happened then, but I could assure one thing: they are not the ones behind their deaths. “About your company, I will find out what happened. But for your family's death, you should read the police report very well,” I assured her. “Yeah, I did, and it said there was a short circuit outbreak that killed the entire family, including me. And surprisingly, Mary's father found me miles away from our house. How ironic is that? Unless there was another story.” “What story?” I asked, my brow furrowing.

Mike smiled sadly, “I am glad they are good people.” “They are the best.” He frowned, “If they are so good, why did anyone try to kill them?” His uncle sighed, “Actually, it wasn’t just your parent they tried killing. It was your family and his best friend's family.” Shocked, Mike asked, “So, what happened? Did his best friend's family survive?” Another sighed, “Unfortunately, his befriend died the same day as your parent, but his wife had been in a come since then.”

What a complete failure our eight years of marriage had been. Meanwhile, Catherine cried until she passed out. Orlando carried her and headed outside with her child. He turned around and warned us, “It’s a fact that Larrie is already dead. We’ll speak no more of this! None of you should cause us any more trouble. If not, you’ll bear the consequences.” The Mendes family fell silent. Orlando’s word was law. No one dared to refute him. After completing the cremation procedures, everyone left the mortuary. Under Orlando’s instruction, they took me home after being discharged from the hospital.

"Because your existence blocks my path. Enjoy your final moments, Sylvie. From now on, you don't exist." "Is that right?" The corner of my mouth twitched upward. Chloe froze. "What?" I slowly stood up, brushing the dust off my knees. The pained look on my face vanished. Chloe's jaw practically hit the floor. "But... the heart attack! Why aren't you dead?" I said coldly, "If I hadn't played dead, how would I have gotten you to admit you were trying to murder me?" She blinked, then scoffed, regaining her composure. "So what? You can't call the cops. You aren't actually hurt. Worst-case scenario, I get detention and a lecture."

If anything had come up, he should have contacted Arthur. As I was lost in thought, Terrell continued, "Ms. Rodriguez made a will before her passing and entrusted me to notarize it. All her assets are to be inherited by you. I recently learned that Ms. Rodriguez has passed away. I'm calling to discuss the inheritance process with you." I froze, wondering if I had heard wrong. Arthur's family had been dirt poor. Paula had been bedridden for seven years. What inheritance could there possibly be? And even if there was, it wouldn't be enough to involve a lawyer.

Eric squeezes my hand gently. My mom throws soil on his grave, tears cascading down her eyes. She looks better than yesterday. A little make up (now messed up a little) and a black hat matched with a black dress and a pair of heels. I look at his picture one more time. I can't believe it. Rupert is dead. What is it with people around me dying? First it was my cousin then my step-dad? No!

- You know, the whole world being taken over by doom, I would do anything, of course, my mother would die only after the last of her relatives died. My brother, my sister-in-law, my niece, my aunts, uncles, cousins and all relatives by blood and surname, who she knew, until the last of her descendants, except me, must die, then she will be the last to die, living in a world of darkness and decay. Then, her last brother and sister must die and last her granddaughter, her son, her daughter-in-law, if all her relatives die, she will be the last to die, meanwhile, she will live a life of pain and suffering.