Dead Georgie It Novels & Stories

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."

"You are the one with the dirty mind. What were you thinking?" "I was thinking what you think I was thinking which you were also thinking." "What? How many 'thinkings'?" She only shrugged and her phone rang. She picked up when she saw it was Charlotte. "Hey, Char", she said. "Hey, babe." "What's wrong? You sound very dull. What's the problem?" "I think George is dead." "What?", She asked and sat upright. Zuerien also sat up. "What do you mean?" Charlotte sighed and explained everything to her. Starting from the news Alexis saw.

He then asked, "Wait... what are you doing here?" "Its my dad's birthday today," Ashleigh stated. "I was cleaning his tombstone as I do every year on his brithday and date of death." She looked at the grass beneath her as she went on, "We used to go to Aunt Maria's all the time. So I couldn't handle being there today. So I'm sorry."

He sobs, “Is Jaques dead?” George nods, “Then please, tell my mother I’m dead, and return me to her if that’s what she wants, otherwise a ditch will do. I’m not fussed, but she might be. I’d ask that you spare her the details of why I’m dead, she’s a good woman. I made my decisions, I don’t regret them, I only regret getting caught. That’s all.” George nods, and snaps his neck, quick and clean. His mother will be able to have an open-casket funeral, if she wants.

“Oh, my freaking graham! If Jermaine and Chuck gives this a good tune, this is going to be amazing! Mrs. Magada will surely rise from her coffin to applaud me for this wonderful composition.” “Shit, Geodie. That’s...dark!” She faced me and laughed. “I’m just kidding! And hello? Do you think it’s really impossible to wake up when you’re dead?” “No.” “Good. Now help me clean up so we can go back downstairs before Mr. Tan marks us late.”

"Dad, look! Please!" Dad opened the door, looking completely bewildered by Mr. Gardner's deathly pale face. "What's wrong, Mr. Gardner?" Mr. Gardner gripped the doorframe with one hand and pointed a trembling finger toward our backyard with the other. His voice shook uncontrollably as he said, "I-It's your son, Ewan! I-I think he hanged himself!" Dad went rigid. He followed the direction of Mr. Gardner's finger and pulled open the curtains.

Rubbing circles on his back. "Ashwin, that’s not what had happened. Max told me George is dead. He attempted suicide. They are investigating the sources. We have to go back in the morning". Noah informed him in one go. Ashwin stopped his movements. In fact, he was too shocked to react on the news. George was dead. He won’t get him ever. He won’t beat him, hurt him. He won’t touch him. He won’t take Jagger away from him. He slowly pulled himself out of Jagger's arms. Looking at all three of them with tear filled eyes.

I thought one more risk could buy us a new beginning. So I swallowed the drug. Five hours later, they gave me a prepaid debit card and sent me home. By the time I reached our basement apartment in Queens, pain was spreading through my lower back, and my mouth tasted like rust. I stopped outside the door, heard enough from Adrian’s phone call to understand everything, then covered my mouth as blood surged up my throat. My parents were alive. Liz was alive. The debt was fake. And the past five years had only been a punishment.

Casper cries but it's too late, he has killed his mother, with his stupidity, George hears the news, and he too is devastated, he drives home "Hey brother, you are..." "Yes, did you two hear the news?" He asked. "What news?" Whitney asked coming down. "Mrs. Cole is no more, she died this morning." "No way, how is he now? Is he fine?" Cathy asked in tears, Whitney hugged George and cried bitterly. "How did this happen?" "Mrs. Cole was coming out of the coma when she saw the news that you and Gregory were officially engaged." "No way, Greg has killed me." 'That is not an issue, we need to be there and now."