Novel & Cerita My Sister's Grave

Within a few steps, I found a sepulcher. A grave in the middle of a forest? Immediately I remember Anna's words. I looked around. No one to be found. I looked at the sepulcher in front of me. I moved closer to take a look at it. Under the moonlight, I was barely able to read the carved words on the gravestone. It said ‘ Lily Walter. ‘ Lily Walter?? Isn’t Alex’s sister's name? Wait a second. I bent down, moved my hand, and dusted the dust from the gravestone to have a clear look at the picture.

In between them, standing about six inches behind their stones, Adea personally erected a third gravestone for the one who was not present, and on it, she carved: Lyda Through everything, my beloved sister May you sleep now with the dreams you always desired Adea rested her head against her sister’s stone, staining the top of it with her tears. She tilted her head to glance back at Eran, Ellis, and Jay standing before the graves. She could not help but manage a weak smile. Through everything she had been through, it gave her great comfort to know that she still had the love of her friends.

It was the first time she had visited her since her death. She promised herself that she would only visit her when she carried out his revenge: "Hello sister, it's been a long time." The tomb bears her sister's picture. She extended her hand to touch the picture. "Are you okay? Are you still afraid of the dark?" And her tears fell, although her features were rigid, her eyes were red with tears. She swallowed her saliva, sighed with regret, and fell asleep over the grave. "Don't be afraid, your big sister is here. I am here. Your grave is cold, but my heart is colder because of losing you."

The sky was a bleak and heavy with the promise of rain that seemed to mirror the sorrow weighing on Mia’s heart. The quiet and somber cemetery held a sense of finality that pressed down on her with every step. Jasmine Jaiswal’s grave stood stark and solitary, marked by a simple headstone that read: "Beloved wife, daughter and sister, may you find peace in the afterlife."* Yet, there was no peace here, not in this place and definitely not in Mia’s heart.

No one could see me. Mom fainted twice. Half of Dad's hair turned gray overnight. My sister limped to the grave, knelt before it, and put down a bouquet of flowers. "Brandon," my sister said softly, "I bought these flowers with the money in the piggy bank. I hope you like them." I crouched down and tried to touch her head, but my hand passed through her. Ironically, after all that had happened, my tombstone still read "Died at the age of eighteen."

It was a picture of a grave with the name imprinted on it, “Here lies Sofiya Young…” Chris broke into tears seeing the grave of his sister. A Sister who he was supposed to protect and take care of, he himself had not recognized and left her. "I just wanted to make sure if the lady in the photographs was your mother or not. And you made the things clear,” Simon said, collecting all the photographs. Aster was puzzled by hearing him. So he questioned, "What do you mean?"

Pretending she could survive on her own, without love, without warmth, without anyone. But as she drove toward the place she did not want to go, she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep pretending. Grace's POV The moment I stepped out of my car and saw my sister's gravestone, the walls I had spent years building began to shake. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her name carved into cold, lifeless stone. My legs felt numb and my entire body froze in place, as if even the earth beneath me knew I had no right to be here.

CHAPTER 84 Ysabelle and her sister went to their mother’s grave this morning. This is their mother’s death anniversary. Her sister rose stared to Ysabelle’s eyes. She was just thinking why Ysabelle’s Face is not look liked they were related by blood. When Ysabelle noticed it, she smiled to her. “why are looking to me sister? I know I’m beautiful but don’t look at me like that huh” Ysabelle said while she was smiling.

I wished I could kill every one of them. As I watched Wendy eagerly arrange her sister’s cremation, I sneered inwardly. Since you want to be with Eric so badly, I will grant your wish. You can be Stacy for the rest of your life. Wendy handled everything efficiently. The cremation was completed in less than half a day. A memorial service was held, and many colleagues and business associates attended. When they saw Wendy’s memorial photo, everyone sighed at how unpredictable life was. My face looked worn out. I had dark circles under my eyes. The memories from my previous life made me look like a pitiful man who had lost his wife.

"That's what I'm talking about. She sounds cool." "She was." Peggy's voice cracked. "She was the best person I knew." They kept working, filling the grave shovelful by shovelful. Dante kept making small jokes—nothing too much, just enough to keep the atmosphere from becoming unbearably heavy. And Peggy found herself laughing through her tears, caught between grief and relief. Dante planted the shovel in the ground and wiped sweat from his forehead. "Well. That's done." Peggy stood there staring at the filled grave, at her sister's name carved into stone. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, but she wasn't sobbing anymore. Just quietly crying.