Your Lie In April Death Novels & Stories

"Today is the anniversary of Mom's, Dad's, and Dylan's deaths. I spent all day at their graves, and you dare to lie around the house resting. "If it weren't for you, they'd all still be alive! You'll spend your entire life making up for what you took from them! "They've been dead because of you for eight years now. Tonight you're going to kneel here and say ‘I'm sorry’ 800 times." But I knew she'd spent the day at that supposedly mortgaged villa, celebrating Dylan's birthday with the very parents she claimed had died because of me. Fighting back the nausea caused by pressure on my brain, I asked hoarsely, "Why haven't you ever taken me to visit their graves all these years?"

“We didn't take anyone at all, I just did what I was asked.” “And what was it that you were asked?” Cal eyed him suspiciously. “To tell you exactly what I had said if we get caught.” “Where are the other men?” “It was just the four of us, I think they are dead somewhere.” “Get me a knife,” I held his balls right in my hands. “P-p-please, I swear I'm telling the truth.” “Another lie,” I pushed his trousers down, “hold him down for me.” Cal pinned him to the upturned car.

I finally arrived at my destination and Andrew glanced at me quickly as I pulled into the parking lot of the cemetery. "You can go ahead and take the car, I will come back with a cab." He cleared his throat awkwardly "Are you sure?" I took a shaky breath to try and calm myself and then nodded, I grabbed the flowers from the backseat and walked off. As I walked to the familiar path to my mom’s grave, I stopped to collect any dandelions that I saw on the way. Finally, I reached it. AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR January 20, 1972 - May 15, 2021

Levi understood that April was totally in love with Lucian Sadharthe, the Son of Hades, the man they’d been looking for during the last two years. Rose could also see the deception Levi felt when April confessed to be in love with Lucian. Rose also understood that April was no more than a victim, and she’d been blinded by hatred and resentment. That was why she needed to finish her revenge. It was good to know that April stopped herself before she could do anything else that could snatch her life from her hands.

April stepped closer with narrowed eyes. Only when she confirmed the death of Andre did April speak. "You did it..." She muttered. "You killed him!" Lydia's hands shook as she stared into the cold eyes of her now-dead husband. She felt a weight lift from her heart. One that was quickly replaced by dread. "What do we do? It wasn't supposed to be like this. How do I clean this up?" Lydia was distraught but April didn't care. This was her opportunity and hell would freeze if she didn't take it.

I stuck the note on the bedside lamp on his side before I walked out of his room and closed the door lightly behind me. In the dead of the night I could hear the faint breaths of everyone in the pack house, suddenly a muffled voice caught my attention and I froze. I took a few steps back towards the direction of the voice and found myself in front of Austin and April’s door. I concentrated on their voices as I leaned against the wall beside their door. “I know that he is dead Austin! Stop lying to me, I felt it, I felt him die!” April’s frantic voice sobbed angrily.

I asked. "I have no idea who you are talking about." April said, her voice low. I glanced around the room searching for something to hit. My wolf and I knew April was lying and my wolf wasn't taking kindly to it. He wanted to hunt down the man, tear him to pieces and show April his bones. Growling loudly, I punched the wall, my fist driving right through it. "Don't lie to me! I've seen you! You have been hiding in corners, acting sneaky. If there is something, you better tell me now." I said walking up to her.

I snapped back irritably, "Did you forget? You couldn't even tell what was left of me when you went to collect my body! So what are you still unsure about?" Laurel let out a long sigh. "I remember. You were basically mush. I had nightmares for days after that." Vita frowned. "We're not doubting whether you were killed. We're just not sure how you still got labeled a fraud when you're the real heiress." Who the hell knew? The four of us put our heads together and still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. Laurel started sniffling. "What do we do now? The only ones whose ages match are the four of us. There aren't any other candidates. With that psycho family, I honestly think if no

My right hand had swollen so badly that I cried and begged my mom to cut it off. Remembering that, an idea of a perfect way to get back at those two adulterers suddenly came to me. So, I bought a pair of gloves, carefully uprooted a whole bunch of that weed, stuffed it into a bag, and hurried home in a cab. I spread half of the stinging weeds evenly across the ground beneath my apartment window and hid the other half inside the nearby bushes. I lived on the second floor. Anyone could escape through the window easily by simply jumping down. If Derek tried to escape through the window and landed on those weeds, he wouldn’t die, but he would definitely suffer horribly.

I refused to lose in such a humiliating way. I forced down the blood rising in my throat and remained calm. Through blurred tears, I raised my phone with trembling hands and recorded the intimate scene inside the ward. This was proof of his betrayal, and it would be the weapon I used to strike back. At dawn, Wayne came home. He crept into the bedroom quietly, carrying no scent of gunpowder, just the smell of disinfectant from the pack infirmary. He slipped into bed and hugged me from behind. His voice was heavy with feigned exhaustion.