Novel & Cerita My Sister's Grave

I replied as I took the keys in my hand and pecked his lips "Love you and tell me what your father said after you returned, okay?" "Okay and love you too," he murmurs opening the door to the driver's seat for me like a gentleman. I kissed his cheek, got in the car, and drove to my destination, which was at the graveyard where my twin sister was buried after losing her life to save mine. Once I reached her grave, I got down on my knees and placed one lonely white rose on her grave.

Just like that, I transformed from a mangled body into a box of ashes. After that, she rode the Ferris wheel with my ashes. Then, she buried me beside my sister and changed her gravestone name to Angel. Then, she lost all of her daughters on the day Vanessa was sentenced to death. That day, my mother climbed to a tall building and jumped off. I watched as her blood stained the ground, just as gruesome as when Angel died. Slowly, my soul began to fade away. 'This is goodbye, Mom.'

Aiden’s POV I ran to the cemetery after Haven had told me my sister’s grave had been vandalized. It angered me that in as much as I was the alpha, someone still dared to disrespect Sora’s resting place. Someone had disrespected my sister’s grave. Someone had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed. And then I saw it. Sora’s tombstone stood exactly where it always had, upright and intact. No shattered stone or deliberate desecration. Only a small chip on one corner, the kind that came from weather or time or careless tools.

When everything was finally settled, I went alone to visit Mom's grave. Beside her, I placed a tombstone for my real sister, who had drowned. That day, I stood there and talked to the two of them for a very long time.

Brenda and Ralia stood side by side, their gazes fixed upon the freshly dug grave of their father. The bright summer sun cast a golden hue over the rolling hills of the cemetery, lending an air of serenity to the solemn occasion. It had been a few days since they returned home, finally having the time to make the necessary arrangements for their father’s funeral. The sisters clutched onto each other’s hands, finding solace in the unspoken bond they shared. Brenda’s eyes welled up with tears, her heart heavy with a mix of grief and relief. She had always carried a burden of resentment toward their father, for all the pain he had caused them throughout their lives. But now, as they stood befor

I whispered that I could barely hear. Me? What am I? An air? Don’t they see me? Don’t they worry about me too? When will they only see me when they are no longer accusing you of what my older sister did? After all, they were to blame for what the older sister had done to herself. My older sister couldn’t handle the pressure they’re giving to him. “We’re here.” I looked outside without seeing our house so I asked him where he took me. “Don’t you know? Here’s your older sister’s grave, she’ll be buried tomorrow.”

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

Taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Cara turned back to the door and walked back through. Stepping through she was greeted by warm sunshine and the sounds of birds chirping. Looking to her left and her right she could see a green field dotted here and there with trees and shrubs. As her eyes adjusted better to the sun light she noticed that there were also grave stones all around. She immediately recognized Simmons Cemetery. She had been here many times to visit her sister Tara's grave with her family. Looking down at the ground in front of her she saw a a new white stone at the head of a fresh grave. She read her best friend's name and sighed, a lone tear roled down her cheek.

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?

When my sister insisted on binding herself to the system and leaving the twenty million fortune to me, I knew she had been reborn too. In my previous life, just to snatch that money, she shoved me to the ground while my leg injury hadn’t even healed. I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but her eyes gleamed with excitement as she smiled. “Jana, the system says it can bring good luck. “You’ve always had terrible luck. Even a simple aerial routine ended with the harness snapping! I’ve always been lucky, so I won’t fight you for something like this. I’ll let you have it.”