Dead Georgie It Novels & Stories

She enclosed me tightly against her chest, her eyes looking over my shoulder to the rest of the group. She needed answers. “Jack… what’s wrong with my baby girl?” Her eyes darted to Mike. “Why’s Lana crying? Why do you all look so miserable?” Her voice began to shake. “Can someone please tell me something?” “Lindsey, George is dead.” Jack said softly, his voice silver-smooth. Almost heartbreakingly gentle. Mum turned to stone, her hands stiff around me. Then she laughed awkwardly, removing her hands gingerly from around me.

Furious, Sylvia kicked my mother on the floor a couple more times. In a fit of panic, I lunged forward to shield my mother’s body. Unfortunately, the heel on Sylvia’s shoe still landed squarely on her form. Hearing my mother’s agonized cries, I came to a belated realization: I was dead. I had been dead for seven years. I was just a wandering spirit and powerless to protect anything. “Sylvia, Charles didn’t abandon you! He...” ‘He donated his organs to you and chose death for himself.’

I still couldn't understand what I had ever done to deserve all of this, even after I was sent down to a stockpen used as a holding cell in the Great Barren North. I held on and pulled through, thankfully. I spent 20 years paying off those debts, and right when I thought I could get a fresh start in life, I unexpectedly ran into the three people who were supposed to be long dead. Instead, they were happily talking and laughing together. I was overwhelmed by disbelief as I rushed forward to confront them. However, they were afraid that their fake deaths would be exposed, so they drove over me with their car. Heaven had fortunately granted me mercy, though.

"Mrs. Henderson, she—" "What now? What is she trying this time?" Blake frowned impatiently. "Tell her I'm busy and that I don't have time for her games!" "N-no, Mr. Henderson. Mrs. Henderson seems to be…" The butler took a deep breath as if gathering all his courage before continuing, "It seems she's dead." "Dead?" Blake's expression instantly turned livid. "What the hell are you talking about?" Then, he suddenly recalled the call from the butler that morning.

On her wrist, an expensive emerald bracelet gleamed. Her face was one that he would recognize, even if it had turned to ash. "G-Geri?" George's voice shook uncontrollably. He wiped the rain from his eyes in disbelief. "Is it really you? You're not dead? You're still mad at me, aren't you? I've gone bankrupt; I've lost everything now. Can we please start over?" He was like a drowning person grabbing for a lifeline.

I'd like to have it on my desk, but I'm never sure if it would upset Charlotte. She looks out at me. Georgie. Seventeen years old. Beautiful. Becoming a woman. Holding up her exam certificate to show me. Beaming brightly because she'd made it to university. I was so proud of you.... Am still proud of you... More memories.... Only a few weeks later: Georgie has flown the nest to her university and the sick realisation settles on me that my marriage, such as it was, is over. Marlene, screaming for money.... Screaming for possession of everything. As though she'd earned it all.

"We don't know that! Grandpa, my dad told you all that Leon isn't a good man! He's greedy and proposed an extremely unfavorable profit division. It's dangerous to work with someone so despicable! I think that Hugo will struggle to strike a deal with Leon!" A young man chimed in sarcastically. He was none other than Jayden's son, Georgie. Since Jayden almost ruined the opportunity to work with Cynthion Gorup, Elder Daglesh was enraged and grounded him.

“Ah! Sure. I’ll be going first since I still have a lot to do.” They just said their goodbyes before parting ways. Xeros got into his car, while George entered his house with two bags full of cash. When George first entered the house, he noticed a white coffin in their living room. He sat on the couch and gently unzipped the bag his son had given him. His eyes widened when he saw the pile of money in that bag, but he still looked calm. As he glanced at the money, he just grinned coldly. “Our son is unusual, Grace; even though I had informed nobody else that you are dead, he already knew about it.”

he asked as she appeared at his side. Georgia winced inwardly at the pet name. If only people knew about “pumpkin”, “dot face” would be instantly retired. He still had on his navy blue overalls and workman’s boots. Georgia glanced at the screen. It showed a news feature from a local station. An attractive female reporter stood at the side of a long road with a barbed steel fence behind her bordering a stretch of lush, green fields. She seemed to be speaking about some mysterious killing that had taken place on the property behind her.

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke