Why Did Yuri's Mom Burn The Picture Novels & Stories

She sighed softly, realising that some things were simply beyond her comprehension. Chul entered his spacious study room, a solemn atmosphere enveloping him. He approached his desk but, before reaching it, his eyes fell upon Lilith's bracelet, a poignant reminder of their encounter. He picked it up, his fingers tracing its delicate curves, lost in his thoughts. He couldn't help but remember the conversation he had with Lilith. He had offered to help her escape if she desired, knowing the weight of her decision to leave behind her mother, who had suffered so much in her absence. But Lilith had expressed her inability to abandon her mother, understanding the pain it would cause her. Chul's gaz

Fran? Who among them had done this? Why couldn't they keep it to themselves? Would it kill them to just leave me be? Would it really kill them? Why were they bent on making life harder for me? What did they stand to gain? Why were they like that to me? Why? Why me? "Yrene." My mum called once more, and I looked up at her. "Yes?" "I've been talking to you for seconds now. You haven't given any reply." She told me, and I looked back to my phone and made quick work of my fingers taking it to the gallery.

I head to my office next. Sitting on my chair, I pick up my phone and I hold up the picture that Vion had sent for me. It's a picture of Yury’s wife. Her face is severely filled with injuries as I made sure Vion had it scratched by rats. A gag was placed in her mouth and I had her face placed in a box filled with rats. Scared ones.

As my dad neared my mom, his expression transformed into a frown, and a deafening gunshot pierced the air. My heart sank as I watched my mom collapse to the ground, the anguish of her loss resurfacing with an overwhelming intensity. It was like watching a haunting nightmare etched within the strokes of this mysterious painting. "Mom?" As I mumbled my mom's name, an overwhelming desire to reach out to her surged through me. However, the excruciating pain that followed, hammering my head, forced me to focus on saving myself instead. I hastily withdrew my hand from the painting, tightly clutching my head to stop the agony.

I spoke gently, patiently, trying to soothe her. Alas, the apology or understanding I expected never came. Instead, Suri’s small face flushed a furious red, her eyes blazing with raw hatred. "You’re lying!" she screamed in a thin, piercing voice. "I’m the only one Mom and Dad love. I’m going to beat you to death!" Suri raised her hand high, then hurled the glass straight at my forehead. I had no time to react. Something flashed across my vision, then a sharp explosion of pain tore through my temple as the thick glass shattered against my head.

"They can't even protect themselves! You're sending them to their deaths with my mom!" "We're short on warriors." He pulled me back, his voice cold and unyielding. "Margaret's keepsake can't be destroyed. It's all Lillian has left to remember her mom." "What are you saying?" I stared at him in disbelief. On Mom's side, one of the Rogues kicked at the wall. The boulder above shuddered with a heavy rumble, scattering more debris. I tried to rush over, but I was yanked back again.

The pan caught fire, and the sparks flew all about and were about to burn Rina. My mother pushed Rina out of the way the moment she saw what happened, and a part of her arm ended up getting burned in the process. It healed eventually, but left a horrible scar. Rina cried sadly over it. She touched the scar on my mother's arm and could not stop crying from the guilt she felt. My mother comforted her, "The scar doesn't look that bad. It looks just like a star. It’s probably a sign that you're our family's lucky star."

"Oy." They flinched, Mijo who's trying to sleep on Era's thigh stood up, shocked. Even Flute who knew someone sat beside him, nearly jumped hearing Yuri's deep voice. They all turned their heads to what it seemed like a paint melting where Yuri slowly showed up. Ah, Yuri and her ability to copy colors and patterns. "I just remembered. Under Ela's bed..." she stopped and looked at each of them seriously. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery."

Yuvera let her tears fall from her eyes as her fear came true of her daughter someday leaving her behind. "Why can't you understand, mother, I wanna live my life to the fullest even though it's short," Yuri tightened her stand and will, "I felt like I'm imprisoned in this forest of yours. I wanna be free mother so please just let me leave, I promise I will never forget you and I will-" "No, I won't let you!" Yuvera exclaimed in fury. "I will surely kill that man of yours if you won't stop this utter foolishness." Yuri's pleading eyes slowly turned into a frown and then she took a step forward, "Mother, I won't let you."

Bait? Yes, that was what Yuri said before. Someone used him as bait to lure their mom and kill her. That was why Zenon blamed him for their mother’s death. If only he knew how to keep himself safe, April Colton wouldn’t have to die a terrible death. Wolfram’s head then looked up and frowned at his eldest brother. “Yuri…?”