Gregorovitch Death Novels & Stories

WINCHESTER DATE OF BIRTH: JANUARY 17, 1994 DIED: JANUARY 04 2011 I can’t imagine why Rovic is doing this to my family. During the times when I found out my sister Celeste I suddenly had hope to live. Because my whole life is all about suffering. In Rovic's hands we are the same Sebastian that he tortures. He gets everything he wants. How are you doing to them justice, Celeste? Did I think you were yourself and at your hands they would die? Why are you still ahead? Who will make plans to break up their organization? How are we the ones you left behind, Celeste ?!

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”

Gregor said, "I'll never say a word." "All right," Kit said. "But leave the gun so we can claim he shot himself." "I'm glad to see that you're not as crazy as your father." Gregor set the gun on the table beside the fruit bowl. As soon as he turned to head for the door, Kit snatched the gun up, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The thunderclap shattered the day again. Gregor was pitched forward in a loose, bloody tumble. He hit the wall, rolled, and ended up on his back. His expression of utter shock slowly relaxed into the vacant, slack-jawed mask of death.

"Anyway, I called this late to tell you about Nicholas. His friends rushed him back to his apartment, bleeding to death. John or Eric shot him in the leg which I'm in not even aware of." Gregory ordered the massage therapist to remove his hands away from him as he lifted half of his body. Then, he wrapped the white towel around his body and slid to the glass wall. Though he did not expect Nicholas to last longer in the Major Family, he wouldn't want to disappoint her only daughter either. Sophia was the most precious gem in Gregory's life. And with his limited time left in the world, disappointing her is the last thing he would want to do. He planned to have the best relationship with her da

I ran, my robe flapping, the summit’s boom laughing at me. Back at home, the silence was deafening. Dmitri was sprawled on the couch and still drunk, whiskey glass empty, his suit a mess. I was seething, full of rage, bitter burning rage, with the taste of Valenticia’s victory still fresh in my mouth when he turned, "I met Gregor in Lovtan," he mumbled, his eyes elsewhere. "He tried to get me to invest in his company and Vake

"Yes. Multiple witnesses confirm Gregory attended Ashford family gatherings. Had access to the house. To you." My stomach turned. "He helped Victor kidnap me." "I can't prove that. But the timeline fits. Gregory was dating your mother. Had access to you. Was Covenant. Two months after he started dating her, you disappeared." "What happened to him?" "Died in 2016. Heart attack. Age fifty-eight. Death certificate lists natural causes." "Do you believe that?" "Honestly? No. Too convenient. Covenant members who become liabilities tend to die of natural causes. My guess? Someone silenced him."

Modric caught his wrist with his right hand and drove it against the stone. The blade fell. Kylian kicked it away. Gregor clawed for Modric’s throat. Modric struck him once. Twice. Blood covered Gregor’s mouth. “Alive!” I shouted. Modric’s fist stopped inches from Gregor’s face. His wolf wanted death. I felt it. Gregor had held a blade to my throat. Had arranged attacks. Had poisoned Darius. Had helped destroy our marriage for political advantage. Killing him would be easy. Keeping him alive would give us answers.

Maybe enough. Gregor falls to his knees. The silver's working faster than it should. Maybe because of the vampire blood enhancement. Maybe it makes him more vulnerable to silver. He's dying. Right in front of me. Killed by the same tactic I used on Cormac. The crowd's silent. Shocked. Nobody expected this outcome. Gregor collapses. Face-first on concrete. Dead within seconds. I won. Somehow. Against impossible odds. I won. The referee checks Gregor's pulse. Confirms death. Announces winner.

"Name: Mary Sean Ivanovich Age: 21 years old Cause Of Death: Fated Death Time of Death: 7:42 am." My mind was blank and I could only hear that voice of Gavin's. I couldn't feel anything else but after that, I seemed to be completely out of confinement. That's when I opened up my eyes. Gavin was still shaking. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to say that everything was fine. That I accepted, that it was okay but I knew he wouldn't believe and I would just make myself tired. Besides that, I would make myself feel worse. Even if I force myself to say something, I can't do it. I have no choice but to smile at him to convey that it's okay.

“You don’t get to say his name.” Vale smiled. “Oh, but I do. Because I was the one who buried him.” Her blood went cold. “What?” Nathan stiffened beside her. Vale’s voice was low. “Gregor didn’t die in a car accident. That crash wasn’t fate. It was a message. To Eleanor. She just didn’t get the hint in time.” Anita’s scream broke the silence, her fist flying before she even realized it. She struck Vale across the face.