My Sister Died Suddenly Novels & Stories

On the contrary, they declined at terrifying speed. "What's going on?! Everything was fine, and now—Doctor! Please, please save my wife!" "I'm begging you, she's my only family—please, save her…" "I'll get down on my knees, doctor—my daughter's only four. Please, I'm begging you!" "What do you mean she's gone?! She walked in fine, just said her head hurt—how did she die in a few hours?! What are you people even doing?! Give me back my sister!"

Still- I pressed on. I shook my head, "No, it's okay; I want you to know. They both were killed in a car accident about 9 years ago. I was in the car with them, and we were coming home from the mall. It was raining... a thunderstorm. And... someone accidentally hydroplaned through a red light and t-boned the driver's side of the car," I choked out, "they both died. When I woke up, my dad was there, and he had to tell me that... that my mom and sister didn't make it."

“Why do you care so much?” He hesitated, his jaw tight. “Because I know what it’s like to lose someone you love. My sister… She died when I was young. Car accident. I couldn’t save her.” My breath caught, tears stinging my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I said, my heart twisting. “I… I lost something too.” The words spilled out before I could stop them. “I was pregnant. Four weeks. Alex… he pushed me, and I miscarried.”

Harry said when we stopped in front of the door to the room she was in. My chest tightened, and my legs gave out. Quickly, I held on to the wall for support. My sister died while giving birth. That knowledge would haunt me for the rest of my life. Harry placed his hand on my back. “Are you okay? We don't have to see her right now,” he said, but I shook my head and slowly straightened myself. “I am here already. What is the use of delay?” He removed his hand from my back. I inhaled sharply to calm my beating heart. It didn't work.

I asked, my voice slightly strained. “Yeah. And my little sister,” she said, spraying antiperspirant under her arms. “How did they die?” I asked, placing the photo back carefully. “In a chopper crash,” she said. “My parents died in a crash, too,” I said. “The first cousins? I thought Amy was your mom.”

I asked, receiving a nod from her. I stayed there, leaning against the doorframe, watching her lay her sister gently on the bed. She was so good at it, and at that moment, the image of her doing this with our children flashed in my mind. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, surprising me with how close she was. “Nothing. How did it go?” I gestured towards her sleeping sister. “She’s devastated. Just like me, but she has always had this hunch he was the one behind her death:” her sister just keeps on surprising me.

He asked, his voice suddenly low, it seemed the caller replied to his question as his face darkened. I couldn't hear what the caller had told him but from the look on his face I feared the worst had happened, I shook my head as I grip the collar of Axel's shirt, my action startling him. "What have you done to her?" I hiss through gritted teeth, my grip tightening on his shirt as tears streamed down my eyes. Axel's expression darkens as he looks me in the eye. "The police just announced that your sister is dead." I felt my knees weaken, the world around me spinning out of control yet again.

Her face grew heavy with pain. “I should not even be here,” she said finally. Her voice cracked. “But… not too long ago, my sister died in the palace. No one spoke about it. No one took a single step to find out why. Everyone kept silent, as if her life did not matter. I could not accept it. I wanted to find out what killed my sister.” Her eyes grew wet with tears, her voice trembling. “But I see now… I cannot do it alone.” Her sadness filled the room, and for a moment, none of us could speak.

he said. I blinked. “Your… sister?” “Yes,” he replied, shutting his eyes briefly. My heart dropped. “She was younger than me,” he continued. “By two years.” “She’s… she’s beautiful,” I said softly, smiling. A faint smile touched his lips. “She was.” I paused, my smile faltered. “Was?" He nodded. “She died,” he said quietly. “In a plane crash.” The words hit me hard. “Oh,” I whispered. Silence filled the room.

With a sigh, Anthea suddenly said “Do you know? I used to have a sister.” Sophronia nodded, she wasn't surprised because when she found out about Keelin's relationships, one of them mentioned her mother. Anthea has a younger sister named Anna, three years younger than her but died of a serious illness ten years ago. Fatal disease … Sophronia remembers this detail very well because the document is only so general, not specific to what disease. At first, Sophronia didn't feel this important, so she didn't investigate, now that she thinks about it, there must be something wrong with Anna's death.