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.

“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 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

“Rachel listen very carefully..I love you so much but the cops are on my neck concerning Georgia's demise” The other end of the call was dead silent......only the trembling breaths of Rachel was heard over the phone. “ Rachel honey are you there??...please talk to me” “ Do you know I'm at the hospital???....Do you know what had happened to your beautiful wife??” Rachel struggled to find her words...she laid facing the ceiling,the tears had stopped rolling down,they were rolling into her ears. “ Honey...Georgia's body has been found in-between debris at a construction site....”

George shouted. Dropping his gun he held her in his arms as she wept. “It’s over, it’s all over,” he said, stroking her head. When he knew she was alright he went over to Legolas who was being cuffed. “Who’s working with you, who’s helping you?” Legolas spits in his face. “Fuck you, I’ll never tell you.” George spoke up. “You don’t have to tell him, I will. Seems like our boy here has a sister who goes by the name Debbie Smith.”

Sienna Williams stood near the bar, holding a glass of champagne that she hadn’t even taken a sip from. It was that smile on Gisela’s face—so composed, so serene—that made Sienna’s skin itch with discomfort. How could she be so calm after what she'd done? George was dead.

Even the most ordinary slippers she bought were always in bright colors. Her yellow, green, and blue slippers would be placed beside his black, grey, and white ones. It was hard to miss those pops of color. Now, the vibrant colors were gone from the shoe cabinet. It became dull. Georgia approached to take his suit jacket. "Welcome back, sir." Jayson closed the cabinet door and asked, "Where are her slippers?" Georgia glanced at the cabinet and replied, "Mrs. Larkin came by and told me to throw them out. She must have wanted to buy new ones."