Novel & Cerita My Sister Died Suddenly

she muttered. I nodded. “No, it’s not the same. But I felt how you’re feeling now. My sister didn’t die from an illness or an accident.” I sucked in a deep breath. “She killed herself.” Albany sucked in a sharp breath. I waited and waited, but she said nothing. Crossing my arms across my chest, I stared out at the town below. The only one who knew about my sister was Severide, but only because he was the one who bailed me out of jail time after time again. He was also the one who got tired of my shit and decided to take things into his own hands. Her death anniversary was a day I still struggled with sometimes.

Seeing her, Aiden immediately let go of her. "I know that your sister's death had a great impact on you. At that moment, you finally realized that the person you loved in your heart was her! Aiden, I didn't know that my sister had advanced gastric cancer. If I had known, no matter how brutally she beat me, I wouldn't have begged for help!" Sophia lowered her head and choked out the words.It was better not to mention it, but as soon as she brought it up, Aiden became suspicious.

Like trying to rewrite a certain history you have always known to be different. "...It was illegal... And Wesley, I swear to you I didn't know... I didn't know that she never signed those documents for consent..." Her voice became muffled as my thoughts went back to the memories of that moment... They had told me that my sister died of complications, in a different hospital... "Are you saying you..." My voice cracked as the whole video, her tears and her words... Finally made sense. "You killed my sister?"

His sister insisted on going with him, so their father brought her along. After they arrived, she started feeling sleepy and dizzy. Their father thought it was jet lag and didn’t pay much attention. He went off to work during the day, leaving her in the hotel to rest. But when he returned late that night, he found her unconscious. He rushed her to the hospital, only to learn she had acute meningitis. They’d found out too late. She didn’t make it. She was only eight years old. Scott said their mother had adored his sister. Her death devastated her. She fought with their father constantly, blaming him for being careless and prioritizing work over family. If he’d paid more attention, maybe none

When she got inside, what she saw shocked her to her bones and she completely broke down. Right before her eyes, was her pregnant sister, not breathing at all in a pool of blood. She went over to her and hugged her instantly. She placed her head on her sister's chest and she confirmed her fear. Her sister was really gone. She looked round and she realized that Williams was the one that killed her sister.

"I don't know who that is." "Come on," Nico says flatly, unimpressed by her lie. "I am dead serious. You asked me to give you a reason, here's one. My sister died four weeks ago and she was killed. My brother messed with the wrong people and they got back at us." Gianna pauses to read Nico's expression but it remains black. She can't tell if she is getting through him.

Her mind had a way of solving the impossible equations of life. “I’m chucking a sickie,” I told her. She looked up at me, then rolled her eyes playfully. The longer I looked at her, the more I didn’t want to ever leave her side. What hurt the most was realizing that my sister may be dying. No, she’s going to live no matter the cost—I will do anything to make sure she is okay.

"I understand this is shocking—" "You don't understand anything!" I pulled away from him. "My sister just got into a car accident yesterday! Now my brother is dead? This isn't a coincidence!" "Miss Yaldon—" "Someone is targeting my family! Can't you see that?" I let them take my statement, playing my part perfectly. The devastated sister who couldn't believe what was happening because that's all I could be.

When I went home, I saw Dad had already left, and Mom… She died of a broken heart or something. The only person left was Trixie, my older sister, who should have been two years older than I. Well, like my old assumptions, my sister was a pathetic person who wouldn't amount to anything, and I knew that she’d still be alone at the age of 30. But I never thought that she would be alone and dying in a sickbed. Well, as a good little bro, it should be my job, right, to save her and make her immortal?

“Elena is so cold. I have to hold her.” “She's dead,” Grandma said. “Jason, your daughter is dead. She wasn't feeling well, and you didn't believe her. You locked her in the storage room and ignored her. She was alone in there, and she gave up, and she died.” “On her twelfth birthday.” Iris darted out from the corner, grabbed my hand, and started rubbing it frantically. “Sis's hand is freezing,” she sobbed. “Like winter. If we sleep next to each other, we can warm up. We always could before.”