My Sister's Grave Mga Nobela at Kwento

What was it with black all the damn time? I located my sister’s grave from the other side of the cemetery and walked closer. Taking the red roses and the bar of chocolate I had gotten earlier, I placed them gently on the grave. Daniel stood at a distance, watching too keenly. Why did he insist on coming? I hated showing vulnerability in front of people, and Lilian was one of the people who brought out my vulnerable side. I knelt beside the grave and traced the name on it. My fingers trembled slightly as I touched the cold marble, the air around me heavy and still.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX "Sheeh..." said William rubbing Jen's shoulder softly, "She's your sister and she understands, what you did was because of circumstances!" Everyone was wearing black suits and standing in front of a grave where Caila Oxford was engraved. Jen wanted to pay her respect at her only sister's grave which was next to her parents. All her life, deep down in her heart, she blamed herself for her parent's death but now her only family member after her parents were also dead because of her.

The memory hit me like a tide, her final words echoing through the space between us. “You should have killed me when you had the chance.” I had. And it still haunted me till this moment. When I reached the sanctum, I paused. The grave was simple, it was a mound of soft soil, marked by a single stone. Ryder had made sure it was built with care, even though Erina had once tried to end us both. He said that every soul deserved peace, even the lost ones. Even the ones that had their place with darkness. The stone bore no title, no noble name, only her first name, Erina, carved delicately into its surface. Beneath it, I had two words inscribed: My Sister.

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?"

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.