The One Where Nana Dies Twice Novels & Stories

The night stretched endlessly before me, each minute heavier than the last. I couldn’t stop seeing her face—the hurt in her eyes the last time she looked at me, the way her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t. And now she is gone. Maria had tried to convince me that Arina wouldn’t do what they claimed. Even Kael—sweet, innocent Kael—had asked me tonight, “Daddy, did Nanny leave because of me?” That broke me in a way nothing else could. “No, champ,” I said softly. “She just went to see her dad. She’ll be back.”

“How can I rest, Felicia? My child is out there. Cold. Crying. Alone.” Felicia’s throat tightens. “Lowell will bring him back.” “Will he?” Nana’s voice cracks. Her shoulders shake. “Or will I sit here and wait… and wait… until they bring back a lifeless body?” Felicia can’t answer. Nana suddenly stands, her legs weak, but she forces herself upright. “I can’t sit here.” Her breath comes in short gasps. “I can’t sit and do nothing!” Before Felicia can react, Nana storms out of the room.

Nana said, "As long as we start anew, I really can let bygones be bygones and really let Cordy off." Really. As long as Lucas was faithful and true to her, she could give up on killing Cordy. She would do anything for him, as long as… Nana's heartbeat quickened. Her vision suddenly blurred, and Lucas' face flashed before her eyes. A bad feeling crept up her heart. "Lucas… are you trying to kill me?" Nana croaked with much difficulty. Her eyes turned red with fear as she glared viciously at the man before her.

Not today. “I’ll do it” Nana’s voice echoed through the room. “What?” I turned to her. “Allow me a moment to speak to her. Maybe I’ll be able to convince her to change her mind. I know one too many things about dying a slow death and it’s no fun let me tell you” Nana’s voice was fragile with a crack inside of it. She inched forward while Denver and I went backwards.

•GISELLE• “What happened to Nana?” My breath caught as I sat up on the bed, ignoring the sharp pain in my side from the gunshot wound. “She collapsed and died a few hours ago,” he answered. “Octavia and her parents are taking her to the countryside for the funeral.” I didn’t answer right away. The words settled heavy in my chest. Nana was gone. Just like my parents. One after the other, everyone who had ever truly loved me had been taken away.

I do not have to hear the wet sound of her mouth. For a few minutes, we are both quiet. Only the sound of the knife on the board and the soft bubble of the pot fill the room. Then Nana starts talking. “You remember that telenovela I told you about?” she asks. “The one with the priest and the woman?” “The prostitute?” I say. “Yes, that one,” she says. “I watched two more episodes last night. Ay, mija.” She presses a hand to her chest. “My heart almost stopped.”

I sighed as I started explaining her everything. "Oh my poor Amber, do you want me to come there? ", Nana asked but I shook my head. Fool, how can she see I have shooked my head so said a no. "How is everyone in the house Nana?", I asked. "Well everyone is moaning at Lila's loss. You know I never liked her much but still she was my grand daughter so even I am feeling bad that she got murdered. Well but your Nanu is on a full moaning mode.", Nana stated. I felt bad for Nanu. Just like me he dearly loved Lila.

Nana Shock watched her Umm pointing to the ground. “So-so Daddy is buried inside Mommy? Isn't Daddy dark? How can Daddy see? Don't Mommy feel sorry for Daddy?" Anna was surprised by Nana's unexpected expression. She didn't think that inviting Nana would overwhelm her with her questions. Anna knows, even though Nana is still under three years old, she is a smart girl who can be sensitive to any situation. Her intelligence is above the average for her age. “Daddy” Nana almost fainted if only Arjun didn't catch her soon. Seeing the incident, Mr. Mun immediately stepped closer. He took Nana's body from Arjun and carried her into a magnificent building measuring four by five meters where the care

There was no way I was going to sit back and watch my pack be infiltrated by demons, who would end up making slaves while killing and feasting on many others. "We aren't dying tofety, pup... If you're tired of living, I can help you die, but it won't be an easy death. You know, I need your stupid mate to cry more bitterly every single moment, so I will make your death slow and the most torturous one in history." She responded to me with a laugh, following up. "Did you say I would die in a few days?" Nana, who had been mute all this time, finally asked, her voice horsey and rough. Tears were in her eyes, yet I couldn't read the exact emotions from them.

Bryce leaned closer, his voice low and strained as he said, “If you don’t want me looking like this, then promise me something. Promise me you’ll never fall sick again. That you’ll always be alright. Please.” Nana let out a quiet chuckle. “Oh, Bryce…” She shook her head slowly. “I can’t make you that promise.” Bryce's jaw flexed, his Adams apple bopping as he tried to swallow the lump that felt stuck on his throat. Why would she even say that? “But,” Nana continued, squeezing his hand, “I will be fine. Okay? Nana’s not going anywhere.” She paused, then her eyes flicked from Bryce, to Kimberly. “Not until I have more great-grandchildren, at least.”