Gregorovitch Death Novels & Stories

When my eyes meet him, he nods in understanding and sticks his hands in his pocket. “How did Gregor die?” he asks, looking at the ground, and everyone freezes. “He died protecting Hans,” I tell them. But they all already knew it. Gregor was the best protector to Hans and Cora, and the only way he would ever go out was if he knew they would survive. He loved the shit out of those two and he sure as hell loved the Freakshow. Billy sniffles and clears his throat. Then looking me right in the eyes. “So we are going on safari then?” he asks with a ghost of a smile.

He finishes with a whoop. With a clearing of his throat, Hillary states, short and precise. "As a Vampire in the royal order, your understanding ought to be concise. Nicholas never said we would take control of the world." But to be honest, insults doesn't affect Cornelius. He has lacked manners to the stage, he can't learn again. "Who died?" Enit'ayanf asks. "One of Olivia's trustees. His name was Gregor. Sebastian Hunter did it." I state with a low tone. "Get back to your doings now. The whole of it all would be discussed at the feast."

Stilling his hands, I guess, and I mentally screw up my nose at our shared trait. “Santagato’s son is a piece of shit who murdered a prostitute in cold blood several years back. NYPD couldn’t pin it on him and her father, who was a detective at the time, took early retirement. He had a breakdown in which he pistol-whipped Marcus Santagato in an interview and developed a drinking problem.”

He picked a syringe and approached Nessa, towering over her when he declared in a low voice, “I’m not despicable, Callow. I’m deathly. You fuck with me or the people I care about, and this is what happens to you and those you care about.” He stuck the syringe into her collarbone and left it there for a moment because Nessa began struggling. Alissa and Hailey held her against the wall before Greg pressed the plunger all the way through. It took Nessa a whole twenty minutes of shaking, sweating, paling and croaking before she finally died on the floor. Greg looked at the corpse and uttered, “Nope. Still not it. It has to be longer. I wonder how long it will take before I find the one I want.”

Immediately, I flipped it open and with Xavier by my side, we read it together. "Father's death wasn't ordinary?" I asked after a while of reading, barely able to control my emotions. Delion nodded and divulged, "Gregory was murdered by the sorcerers. The exact was Sergeant Wilson was." I stared at him wide-eyed, unable to form words. All my life, I had believed the father's death was natural but now that I was being told that it had to do with the sorcerers, it shocked me.

Before anyone could speak another video popped up. This time Gregory was standing in his office speaking to someone. A woman. His face was as clear as day. “You think I don’t know what you did to Mila’s family?” the woman asked. “On that boat? You killed them. They were her parents.” Gregory didn’t flinch. “They were weak. They weren’t fit to rule. They were obstacles and I remove obstacles.” Disprove that asshole. “I’ll bury you with the rest of them. Just like your stepmother. Just like your half-sister.”

Because the old man was so angry, he didn't hesitate to shoot Gregorio in both legs with a gun. "Ah! Please, stop! I will find the culprit behind her death. Please sir! Let me live! I love your daughter!” Gregorio exclaimed while begging. “When you don't kill the person behind my son's disappearance. Remember Gregorio, I myself will bring down your organization!” It shouted and turned them all away. Gregorio cried out in pain while holding both arms of his guards. He was carried out so that his private doctor could take care of the wounds. ** Dave is very drunk and almost lying on the carpet of Fred's house. In the whole life that Fred was with Dave, he only saw him crying and looking pitifu

I could feel a knot in my stomach. “You used a human being as bait?” I asked one more time and this time, Bruce didn't reply. Then I continued, “I know he was a scum. However, did he really deserve to die? He must have parents, maybe siblings, a lover, someone who cares about him. He would have people who would grieve for him. Do you understand that?” “The people he and Gregor killed had families too!” Bruce pointed out. “Moreover, I didn't do it. Gregor did.”

Our organization had grown stronger, but our enemies had grown bolder as well. Particularly the Italian mafia. “They started making aggressive moves,” Gregori said calmly. “They believed you were dead.” I raised an eyebrow. “Dead?” “No one knew where you were,” he replied with a nod. “Your belongings disappeared, and the police buried the case after your conviction. From the outside it looked like you vanished.” A quiet chuckle escaped me. “So they assumed the monster was gone.” Gregori smiled slightly. “Something like that.” I leaned back in my seat. “So, you think it is time to give them a heart attack?”

“Boss… Charon… I come with grave news.” Hades leaned against the wall, pulling out a cigarette. “Everyone comes with grave news these days. Out with it before I lose my patience.” The messenger swallowed hard. “Gregory is dead.” The world seemed to stall. The music still pulsed faint through the walls, the stench of sex still hung heavy, but the words cracked the air. Hades arched a brow, smirking without mirth. “Gregory? My sweet little snake of a brother? Dead? Who dares take what is mine to kill?”