The One Where Nana Dies Twice Novels & Stories

I contacted Eleanor and asked her to draft a divorce agreement for me. However, I did not expect that Dawn would actually die! I saw it on the internet. Brian was crying as he held Dawn’s body in his arms. The video was from the day of George’s burial when Brian left. I quickly read all the comments before finding out what had happened. The person who posted the video claimed to be a hospital nurse. She said that Dawn could not accept the fact that her baby boy had died due to an illness, so she committed suicide by jumping off the hospital’s rooftop. When Brian rushed over, he witnessed Dawn jumping off the building, and he was seriously affected.

Her words snap something inside me. “I’m not hurting her,” I say sharply, turning toward her. “And you will stop questioning me.” But Nana doesn’t back down. “I know you,” she says softly. “You’re not evil. You’re just… tired.” My jaw tightens. “Tired of losing people,” she continues. “Tired of never being able to keep anyone. Especially after the only woman you ever loved died.” I say nothing. “And then you met Melissa,” Nana says. “A woman who looks so much like her that you convinced yourself love had come back to you.”

Nana looked at Dana, and then at Mason who was calm and said nothing. “If my goddaughter suffers anything, I will hunt you even after my death. Curse you, Tristan Mayer! I hope that you will never be happy and if you will find your happiness, I hope that you will lose it, so you could feel the same way as Zoey! Curse you!” and out of nowhere Nana jumps in the air and she does exactly what the doctor told her not to do. She transforms and jumps out of the packhouse through the same window as Zoey. “Nana!” Rose screamed in horror and before she could follow Nana, she looked at Tristan and told him.

CHAPTER 33[HE IS THE ONE] (Two weeks later) Nana was taken to the hospital after she attempted to commit suicide. The doctors were quick to Remove the poison from her system and luckily she survived. She was taken to her therapist who obviously is doing a good job. Nana is slowly becoming jovial back. Her uncle will be taken to court in few weeks and she couldn’t be more than happy. Rachel retired to bed after eating. Nana was also on the bed operating her phone.

“Do you have any other children? I see you’re pregnant.” Nana looked down at her stomach, her hand resting protectively over the swell. “No. This is my first child,” she said quietly. “That pig was more interested in sodomizing me than... than anything else.” Ethan’s face twisted with disgust. “I should’ve killed him.” “No,” Nana said quickly, grabbing his hand. “No need to get your hands stained with his blood. He’ll die soon. I’ve been poisoning his tea for months. He’s got four months left at most. I wanted it to look natural, so no one would suspect me.”

To either forget about these feelings or continue being an outcast from this world. It is with this realization that a part or me, a part of Nana, dies and fades away with Lada.

But the old lady stopped me. "Wait. Don't do what's on your mind. Just give her her son." I paused my steps. Her son?! . I looked at Magadani. "Her son? James is my son." I declared. Magadani shook her head. Saying that, I turned away and headed to my car. That nanny is going far away from me. I know her plan now. **** I called some men to prepare a room for torture and a boat to take her away. I had to cover myself in a black hoodie so that no one would recognize me.

This weather was just a blatant reminder that she wouldn't get a new batch of woolen socks, sweaters, beanies and P*******t worthy vests, exclusively made by Nana. It had been this time last year that Nana had died, she slept and never woke up again. Nana had predicted it, always talking of her best burial designs, how she wanted her coffin to look like, the guest list and every other cringe thing there was to talk about for someone so old and a step the grave... Well at least she died in her most desired way. Nana wanted a quiet and painless death, she always rambled about it when she began to lose her memories slowly.

She cried watching the body of the little girl she had promised years ago to protect, now dead, sacrificing herself to protect her child. All of them were wearing their master piece. So since its main power source was from major techniques, Nana connected them while she still had the time. The master pieces came on when Nana managed to kill Nathan's right-hand man and was bleeding terrible from the side of her stomach. She lay beside a wall, trying to rest since the SWAT team had already arrived. Diego came out from nowhere. Only God knows where he came from, still in his lab coat. He said this to Emily.

“Where’s my grandmother? I need to talk to her. I need proof that she’s okay.” “Fine. Talk, old woman.” “Ricky, let me die. Don’t give him what he wants,” Nana said quickly. Him. Was he alone? “Nana, are you okay?” “That’s enough. Once I get the money, I will tell you where you can find her.” “That’s not part of the deal. I give you the money, and you give me my grandmother. We will exchange, or the deal is off.”