Young Pappy Death Novels & Stories

Now Claude spoke, “Well, seeing as how folks like Al Pacino and Robert De Niro had kids when they were in their eighties and nineties, I guess Pappa is in good company.’ He stopped as he saw the stillness on his sister’s face. Mistaking her look for one of condemnation, he quickly continued, ‘Hey, I just meant Pappa is young, he’s just in his late fifties, right? And we all know how he is! So yeah, like f*ck, we might have more younger brothers and sisters around, so what?’ Dom and Lou were staring over his shoulder and with a sinking heart, Claude remembered that as he was coming back from checking on Paddy, Beatrice had been telling them that their parents were scheduled to be back by noon

"Thank you, Principal!" On the way back, Chloe asked her, "Mama, where did Papa go?" "We have never seen him before!" Charlie said. "Is he dead?" Chris asked. Anne could not tell the truth, and she could only hesitantly say, "Yes... Uh..." "Poor Papa died young..." Chloe lowered her head. Anne kept silent. After taking the children back, Anne told Cheyenne that she had signed them up. Then Cheyenne took out a credit card and gave it to her.

The guy in front of me is shorter than Ryan’s 6’3” by a few inches. I exhale. Ryan lived in goofy graphic T-shirts his mom picked up for him at the local thrift store, and this guy is wearing a kind of ridiculous blazer. I inhale. The guy in front of me has thick, muscular arms. Despite his height and his few seasons on the basketball team, Ryan hated sports and barely had enough muscle to lift some of his older cameras. And the most important one? The Dana in my mind taps her pencil against her clipboard. Ryan is dead. The guy in front of me isn’t Ryan because I watched Ryan die, and I remember every second like it was yesterday. I exhale shakily and relax my grip on the desk.

He was one of my closest buddies. But that’s not the problem here. I freeze as a scary realization hits me. Today is the 27th of December. Ten years ago at exactly 11:00 am New York time, my father was found dead in his office by his secretary. Bella and I never got the full story since we were too young, but the cause of his death remains a mystery to us. And now the time is 11:03 am. Three minutes ago I received that call from Greece.

Papa would just sit on the bench next to his grave and talk to his old friend. Mama used to go down there to talk to her father after his death. Pappy's death hit her hard. I suppose that's normal. I know I was devastated when my parents died. Pappy was a great man. I never met either of my grandmothers, but I've heard they were wonderful. We don't talk about my father's father.

His heart ached as though it was going to rip him apart from the inside. “Lily, just hold on a little longer. I’ve already called every top-tier healer!” My parents, whose hair was now grayer than ever, nodded through their tears. “Don’t be scared, Lily. We’re here now. We’ll get you through this.” But we all knew the truth. I was dying.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.

I furrowed my brow trying to focus on my two father's that stood before me. "Godliness, surely you jest, I'm Death and Life, um, not a God," I replied with my index finger raised accentuating my point. Rai chuckled at my antics and winked at me. I smirked at the sexy fucker and my wonderful father smacked me in the back of my head. I growled angrily and rubbed the spot. "I need to piss you off in order for you to reach your potential," he told me plainly. "You're full of shit, old man," I mumbled sourly and Rai stood. He was the Grim Reaper and my eyes traveled up his tall lucious frame. I ended at his glowing eyes and grinned at the desire I saw swirling in his orbs.

I tried to say as I stared at the brown eyes looking at me. He tsked, "It's so sad, isn't it?" He said, a wicked smile over his lips, a smile so familiar, "To die and not even know who killed you." I felt like a vibration in my chest, a little bit of pain spread from where the shot went, it was little only. His hand still over the gun, the other he held my arm and inched his face closer to my ear, "It's so iconic, isn't it? For you and your father to die at the same time." He pressed his finger over the trigger and fired again.