Priest Holmes Son Passed Away Novels & Stories

"Ladies, he's at peace now. Please, compose yourselves. This uproar won't bring him comfort in the beyond." Evelyn lunged for the control panel, jabbing buttons futilely. When nothing budged, she clawed at the staff member. "Extinguish it. My son's alive in there! He's not gone yet!" The staff member brandished the death certificate, his brow creased. "This for the Cook family?" I stepped forward calmly. "Yes, that's my father, Hank Cook." "Paperwork checks out. Official death cert right here," he replied.

I echo the word. Dr. Daniels crouches down to his son’s level and ruffles the boy’s hair. "Go find mom, okay? I’ll be with you soon." Once his son is out of earshot, he straightens, his expression growing serious. "A few minutes after your father’s death, I noticed something odd about how quickly his body deteriorated. So I ran some tests on the samples taken when he was brought in." I swallow hard and wrap my hands around myself as tension coils tightly around me.

Dismissing it, he believed that he was just overthinking things. “May the lord bless his departed soul,” the priest prayed. All of them chorused amen and the casket was lowered into the ground. Cara kept Mason with Amber and Evans, she walked straight to her husband, covering him with her umbrella. “I suggested we go play golf that weekend. I could see the excitement on his face when I mentioned it,” Jason said. “And all of a sudden, 3 days after, I get a call from my secretary that my father's body was found in his office. Why would he even try to kill himself? My father never spoke about suicide for once. At least I know him to an extent.”

The doctor told me he was dead. Mr. Holmes asked could he please talk to Timmy. He was trying the solve of murder of her husband. She agreed to let him talk to Timmy if she could be present. Mr. Holmes introduced himself to Timmy. Timmy was a little boy about 13 years old. The same age as Eddie. Mr. Holmes stated by asking Timmy about Eddie. Timmy stated, “I don’t him, but he is in prison for killing Jim. Do you think he killed my daddy?” Mr. Holmes explained to Timmy that Eddie was in jail when his father was killed.

"Who are you? Another paid-off lapdog for the Blackridge Alphas?" "I am Dr. Jack Quinn," I said, stepping forward with measured, lethal calm. "I performed the post-mortem. I am the one who documented the evidence of your son’s passing." "You... you soulless parasite!" A massive man, likely Silas’s cousin, lunged at me from the side. "You took a bribe to call it suicide so the Hockey League wouldn't lose their sponsors!" The man was a wall of muscle, his fist raised to crush my skull. I braced myself to dodge, my muscles coiling to counter-strike, when a sudden, crushing weight hit my waist.

Without another word, the call ended. “What did he say?” Ethan who had been quiet finally asked. “Vincenzo is dead. That was his son, I didn’t ask for his name.” “Vincenzo is dead?” Ethan’s eyes widened. “Damn, I didn’t know he could go out that easily.” “But he was getting old, maybe it was his time,” I said, pressing a hand against my forehead. I didn’t even have time to process that he was gone, I just wanted his son to send the location, so I would get everything over with.

They had pissed off Logan Pearce. - Jared sat at home, his eyes blank and glassy. Ever since his son died, he had been dipping in and out of these empty stares more and more frequently. One of his underlings asked gingerly, "Uh, sir? What should we do from now on?" "Is it really a question?" Jared killed the ember of his cigarette on an ashtray. "Even if we suspect the Pascals were behind my son's death, we have to hold this in our heads to the end of our lives!"

Everyone believed he had died long ago. Yet now, he was standing right in front of them alive. "Skyler… it really is you…" Ciel stepped forward, his voice trembling. "You hired people to kill Mr. Gabriel?" "It was me." Skyler Solomon grinned as he stared at Cain, the expression on his face twisted with madness. "How did it feel losing your son, Father? You finally got to experience what it feels like to lose one, too!" That crazed laughter echoed throughout the villa like heavy blows landing against everyone's chest.

Obviously, she hadn’t died in peace. Dust flew everywhere inside Sanctuary Shrine. Under the dim lighting, it was difficult to see what was happening. One thing was clear, though—the shrine was now half-demolished from the fight. Waltz couldn’t even begin to jump into the fight. “Senior! Father is dead! He committed suicide! “He didn’t want to burden me... sob... sob…” Alex was stunned by the news, and he stopped in his tracks. Prestone laughed loudly. “Yes, that’s right. That old man died for your sake. Do you feel guilty? If you do, go down and accompany him then!”

She coughs out, blowing in hiccups as sobs upon sobs racks out of her throat. She is crying miserably. Her heart is panting heavily against her chest. And it still seems like a dream to her. One she can't wait to wake up from. "It's all over the media and social networks. They say he was killed by Charles Thompson, the chief medical director of Glistening Royal Hospital. I've tried calling his line several times but he isn't picking up! I left voicemails but he didn't return any! I've also called so many of my friends and some of our colleagues in Richmond and none have seen him since the news went viral! They have also tried his line and he isn't picking up. Pl–" "Enough!" Hugo hurriedly sh