Novel & Cerita Priest Holmes Son Passed Away

He opened his mouth, then shut it again. “That was part of the test. The house was never really gone. Stop being stubborn and bring Leo out. I’ll apologize to him myself.” “Go apologize to him at the cemetery.” I pulled the crumpled death certificate from my coat and threw it at his chest. The moment it landed in his hand, I saw the tremor he tried to hide. Leo’s name. His age. Time of death. Cause of death: congenital heart disease, complicated by acute heart failure.

My husband, Jerome Dyson, and I, Winter Montez, drowned in a freak accident out at sea. Although my body was gone, my soul was still around, and I found myself hanging around my son, Casey Dyson. I watched as Casey organized a full funeral procession for Jerome and me, looking every bit exhausted and disheartened, like he was barely holding it together. However, as soon as the funeral procession was over, he threw down the bunch of white lilies impatiently and said, "Oh, my god! Those two old fools are finally dead. They just wouldn't die for years! Luckily, we succeeded this time!"

⸻ Alessio closed his eyes. Another missing piece. His father hadn’t chosen between sons. He had divided them… To keep all three alive. ⸻ Suddenly— One of the surveillance officers rushed inside. “Boss!” “We intercepted a transmission.” “Play it.” Static filled the speakers. Then… A familiar voice. Calm. Measured. Unmistakably Adrian Moretti. “If you’re hearing this…” “Then the priest is dead.” No one breathed. Adrian continued. “Stop chasing ghosts.” “Leonardo isn’t your greatest problem anymore.”

Amelia asked. The priest nodded. “He brought that notebook here more than fifty years ago.” “He begged me never to let anyone from the Dominion find it.” Samuel frowned. “You knew my grandfather?” Father Thomas looked confused. “I knew Amelia’s.” Amelia blinked. “My grandfather died before I was born.” “So everyone believed.” The priest sighed deeply. “He didn’t die.” “He disappeared.” Richard looked genuinely stunned. “I attended his funeral.” “So did I,” Father Thomas replied. “But the coffin was empty.”

“Thought you’d like an update...Joe’s father suffered a cardiac arrest. Died on the spot when he watched what happened to his son on TV.” I sat back in the seat and exhaled slowly, watching the clouds drift across the windshield. “So we didn’t even need to lift a finger for that part,” I murmured. “Exactly,” the fixer said. “Nature did the job for us.” “Good,” I replied. “One less snake crawling the earth.” He laughed faintly, then hung up.

Quentin balled his fists tightly, nearly vomiting blood out of anger when he thought of his two sons. “Yes, we’ll also ask around after this. I’m sure we’ll find something!” Master Church clenched his hands tightly as well. Although his son was alive, the grandson of the third elder, a famous genius of their family, was killed. The middle-grade spiritual tool with him was also stolen. Their family had truly suffered a huge loss this time.

A day after his son went to the south to expand their market, he died immediately. “Filth!” Peter uttered while trembling after a long while. At this moment, a man wearing gold wire glasses casually walked out from the side of the bathhouse. He looked quite similar to Cam Lee but with more elegance and calmness. He smiled and said, “Father, my condolences. “I’ve already told you. Cam always does things arrogantly and domineering. An accident like this was inevitable. “The day only came sooner than expected, but you should’ve expected this with your superior intellect, Father!”

The priest’s voice droned on, hollow and echoing from the massive screen bolted to the wall. “He put up a good fight until his last breath. The death of Hayden Dylan has left a gaping hole in our hearts, one that can not be filled. But we know he’s in a better place. He was a flower planted in God’s great garden. And now he has returned home, to a better place.”

Callahan responded to her husband while plating the eggs and bringing them to the table. "Well, I caught hold of someone and asked that question. He told me about Derek Thomas, you know the one, the mailman's son." Theodore looked at his son, "You remember Derek, don't you Peter? You used to play together as boys." He asked as everyone sat down at the round table for breakfast. "I remember him, he was one of my best friends," Peter responded. "Poor lad, apparently his father fell ill a few days ago and passed away." "The mailman Mr. Thomas? He passed away?" Driz asked Mr. Callahan for clarification, it couldn't be, she thought, she had seen the man just a few days prior.

She had asked me deeply. “Yes, you can,” I had promised. After Noelle left, I barely even remembered the promise, but then again, the whole thing got intense because it was getting close to when my dad would be lowered into the ground. The last thing I was thinking about was Noelle. Or even her absence. “Silver was a man of honor and reputation. In all his years of existence, there was never a bad scandal about him or an illegal dealing. We all hope that having transcended from this world, he is going to find eternal rest,” the priest said, his voice thick with emotion.