The One Where Nana Dies Twice Novels & Stories

How had I let things get this bad? Nana's breathing was labored, each wheeze a dagger to my heart. I could see the pain etched on her face, and it was tearing me apart. The beeping monitors and humming machines did nothing to drown out the sound of her struggling breaths, each one reminding me of everything we'd been through, everything we'd lost. When Mommy and Daddy had died right after my seventh birthday, Nilo was only fourteen, and Nana was the one taking care of us. She was the glue that held our family together, even as her own health started to decline. And now...

She continued, “You kidnapped me! You humiliated me, beat me up, almost got me raped, and just a few minutes ago, you made me suck on a complete stranger's dick in front of a room full of perverts. putrid. I love you, but I'm not a coward, Eric. You deserve to live or die as you please.” Eric looked down at Nana's face, and the steely determination he saw behind her eyes made his consciousness vibrate for a second time. Nana was not a coward. He knew it, had even told himself he would never draw such conclusions about her again, and this was why. Nana will. She will end her own life. Eric couldn't breathe anymore.

"Joe is my mother's older brother. My mother's family died in a car crash when she was six. They never found the bodies, but she was at school then, and Joe... Joe died later." Nana leaned forward, her eyes narrowing with a fierce intensity. "I know you might think it's just the ramblings of an old woman, but trust me, Julie, one day when you need it the most, you just—" "I just have to send a letter to the numbers on the graves," I finished for her, my voice carrying a hint of exasperation, but beneath that, a flicker of something else. Worry, maybe. Fear. Nana had started saying this since I was fifteen, right after her first stroke. She'd been in the hospital then, and those were the firs

“A dove. See how quiet its wings are?” The crying hitched. I kept folding, my fingers moving with practiced ease. I hummed a Sicilian lullaby my nonna had taught me, the one that always worked. As the final synthetic sob faded, I reached up, as if to steady myself, and plucked the chip from Instructor Grayson’s pocket with two fingers. I stood, placing the paper dove in the doll’s plastic hand. “All better.” The observation window across the room tinted from black to clear. My handler, Carter, stood there, his face as expressive as stone. He gave a single, sharp nod.

She'd always been Karen's pet anyway. The note I'd tied to her leg that day only said one thing. "If you don't come, Adam Steele and Gloria Hayes will both die." I hadn't actually expected Karen to show up. At the time, all I was thinking was that even if I died that day, I'd take her down with me. Fortunately, I'd already passed out by the time Lucinda got there. How Karen got into the apartment or ended up burning to death, I never found out. But it didn't matter anymore.

Letting go of the sword, her hands outstretched towards the wounded hand but got puch away. " Was is going on here?!" The grumpy voice of another made the room still. The eyes roamed angryly at Nana_ Lily and bleeding Zach. " Cares to explain?!" . . . Nana sighed at the injustice. Her hand hugged herself from warmth in the cold prison. System assistant: "Your plan failed?!" Nana was startle at the sudden voice behind, her finger tips rubbing each other. System assistant: ( I couldn't see your plans, the scream went blurry and I couldn't see anything?"

her mother whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Elena died the day I lost Lucas. This is just a new version of me, a version you never got to know," Elena replied with a cold smile. Her mother's heart shattered into a million pieces as she realized that her daughter had gone too far. Elena had become a shadow of her former self, consumed by the desire to get Lucas. Her mother feared for her daughter's soul.

The very account of Nana’s death was…unsettling at most. Apparently, Nana had lived in a gigantic, Victorian-style house in the middle of the woods with a live-in helper/servant/housekeeper, the works. She had been eighty years old at the time of her death but didn’t have any debilitating illnesses. She was as healthy as an eighty-year-old could be. And then suddenly, she had a heart attack overnight. When her helpers got there and called an ambulance, it was too late. After all, they were miles away from the nearest town, and the road to her estate was treacherous.

Nana tried to talk, but no sound came out from her mouth, she spat out blood, and then she fell silent. "No," I screamed and tears poured down my face. Nana was dead.

“I have always loved you but you never even took a second glance at me. It hurts so fucking much. I still had hope something might happen but you married her. The marriage doesn’t seem peaceful and I seem assured it might not work out and I would have a chance not until recently you guys got too attached and it’s killing me. If I can’t have you then she can’t either. I’m not sorry for poisoning her because she deserves it. She deserves to die. I know I can’t have you and I want her to die! That’s why I got the strongest drug poisoning I can get.” “She have to die. The bitch must die!” Nana said with no remorse and I walked up to her and slapped her. She looked at me with tears in her eyes an