Did Doc Hudson Die Novels & Stories

A jagged, brutal scar ran from his temple down to his jaw—a white, puckered ravine of ruined flesh that marred the perfection I had memorized in the portraits. "G-giddeon..." The name was a sacrilege, a sob caught in my throat. "Giddeon Hudson. You’re... you’re supposed to be dead. The crash... the funeral... I stood at your memorial." He let out a short, dry scoff that sounded like grinding stones. "Giddeon Hudson died in that fire, betrayed by the very blood that was supposed to protect him," he said, the scar on his face twitching. "Maxwell Romanov is the man who crawled out of the wreckage. Giddeon was a fool who loved a faithless wife and a greedy son. Maxwell is the man who waited year

Walking in he went to the master chamber and knocked on the door a few times. The door opened about five minutes later and Shawn looked down at Hudson, “This better be important.” Hudson nodded his head, “There are two more bodies and I watched him kill them.” Shawn frowned asked, “Why didn’t you stop him?” “I wanted to see how he killed them,” Hudson answered and stepped back. Shawn hummed as he thought it over and said, “Wait for me.” Shawn went back in and started getting dressed, Aldridge sat up on the bed as he heard the rustling, “Shawn, what happened? It’s not even morning and you are up.”

His head slumped forward and his lifeless eyes stared at the floor. Hudson slapped Haverley’s cheek. “Haverley, wake up, I’m not done with you yet. Do you like cocks in your ass? You don’t need to answer that, just blink once if it’s yes.” Hudson moved to the back and started shifting Haverley. “Fuck sakes, Hudson, he’s dead,” Dominic said. “Is he though? Maybe he’s just playing dead.” Hudson’s stoic look on his face had everyone looking at him in worry. “I’m just fucking with you.”

My soul floated above the room as I watched the scene unfold. Vincent's shoulders were shaking hard. He let out a sound like a wounded animal. Even his wolf was crying over the death of its Luna. I didn't know how long had passed before Vivian's voice broke the silence from the doorway. "Do you even want to know how she died?" Vincent lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot, like they were about to bleed. Vivian walked in holding a sheet of paper. It was a healer's report.

Poison was scrubbing the camera footage, making sure that this wouldn’t come back to them. Inside the clubhouse, Hudson grabbed a bottle of Scotch and sat down on the couch, drinking straight from the bottle. He watched Ink and grinned. “What’s wrong, Ink?” “You’re a fucking maniac,” Ink said. Hudson barked out a laugh. “You guys like giving me compliments.” Ink shook his head. “You killed him with your bare hands.” “Fucker wanted to play. I just gave him what he wanted.” “You bit his tongue off, and then you had your hands in his pants! You cut his dick off!”

Harrison asked, wanting to go in. It was the same doctor who took care of the Chairman when he slumped in the Monroe's mansion. Lyra knew something was wrong with the look on the doctor's face. “Mr. Stephen Monroe was declared dead on October 7, 2023, at 5:14 pm," The doctor announced. The General Secretary's eyes lips up, a wide grin spreading across his face. “The Chairman's dead?"

” the doctor called out. We both straightened immediately and looked up. Grace had been so lost in her prayers, and I had been absorbed in her quiet devotion, that neither of us had noticed when the doctor arrived. How is he?” Grace asked at once. I was silently praying and hoping that nothing terrible would happen to Mr. Hudson. It wasn’t as though my opinion of him for walking away from his family had changed, nor had my feelings toward Grace for being involved with a married man softened, but I still didn’t want him to die.