Dead Georgie It Novels & Stories

Vee asked as a smile crept to her lips. Gracie nodded. "I like aunt Debbie. She's very nice. I saw her and uncle Henry in the kitchen. They were kissing like you and Daddy do all the time. But Uncle Henry told a lie so no chocolates for him. He told me he was only removing dirt from aunt Debbie's eyes. I think he was just shy about it that's why he lied but no cookies and chocolates for him. Right mommy?" Gracie said. Vanessa and Brian burst into a peal of laughter. "What will I do without you, Grace?" Brian said to his daughter who giggled.

I parked my car beside a large tree and came out, breathing with rage and looking around. Now, where is Georgie estate? I picked up my phone and dialled back the number Denise called me with. A guy picked up. 📱 Are you the man she just finished speaking with?" 📱Yes I am! Why isn't Denise talking!" 📱I'm sorry sir...I already took her to the hospital beside me here. She passed out immediately she ended the call...." 📱Tell me where Georgie is! I'm in Atlantic right now!" I roared into the phone.

My heart in my throat, I push through the people standing there and staring. Please no. A horrified gasp leaves my mouth and I nearly sink to my knees when I see the still figure on the ground. George, who had been laughing and talking with me about his wife and sons not five minutes ago, is slumped against a tree behind one of the stalls, next to a dumpster, his throat slit, and his eyes vacant. Chapter 23 Cedric Raine

Uncle Orpheus walks over to Cleo, shaking Ares’ shoulder to wake him up. They swiftly exit the sitting room leaving me to ponder what on earth was going on. My eyes lock back on my parents and Kit, who was standing behind them. Then it dawns on me. The smell of blood, their unexplained disappearance in the early hours of the morning….Jaxon had taken care of George. George was dead. “It’s George isn’t it?” I ask out, not really sure I want to hear the answer. “Yes, he won’t be a problem any longer.” Dad signs out as he takes a step closer to me; his hand reaching out and stroking the side of my face.

It didn't take to long at all for Georgio to answer Joy's questions, given the fact that this dude was as sloppy as he could be. Georgio knew better than to interfere with what Joy had going on in her mind, but that didn't stop him from ordering a team to try to head her off at this creeps compound, and hopefully kill him before Joy had the chance to torture him. Georgio was still hoping for a chance to get Miss Jessie back, so he needed this dude alive.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

I couldn’t force myself close enough on the cliff before they disappeared into the abyss below. I froze, on my knees, shuddering, staring down into nothing. Oh God, Georgie is gone.

“What’s your name?” “Georgie,” he replied. “Please, Lady, I just wanna go home.” “Georgie,” I pushed the hair out of his eyes. “How old are you?” “Sixteen.” He struggled under Victor’s much more muscular form. “I wouldn’t be doing the bad stuff I’ve done if I didn’t need Ice so much.” “What bad things have you done, Georgie?” I asked. “Tell me, and I’ll help you.” “I robbed a convenience store the other night,” he admitted. “And I think I killed a girl a couple of weeks ago.”

Just minutes after he finally fell back asleep, the door clicked open with George rushing in with wide eyes. “I just got a call from Deirdre,” he announced. “Tyrell is dead.” I shrugged, because I knew. I was the one who killed him, after all. “I think this was all a mistake,” George said, making me frown. “Well, we can’t change what’s happened. He’s dead, and that’s it,” I said. “It’s Deirdre,” he told me with alarm. “I don’t think she’s going to let this go from how she sounded on the phone. I think she’s out for blood.”

Nonetheless, ‘she’ had more experience than her, and Danica had always respected her opinions. With a heavy sigh, Marie settled herself in the seat between them. “What’s wrong?” Danica asked. “Just heard George is dead.” That said, Marie waved at a server. “What?!” she exclaimed. Simultaneously, Marc asked, “George who?” It couldn’t be the George she met yesterday, could it? “George Miller, tall, brunette,” Marie answered after she ordered her drink to the server. “That’s him,” Danica pressed her temple, trying to process the information.