Gregorovitch Death Novels & Stories

It was a conversation between Suzy and Gregorio. "What did you do, Suzy?" Gregorio asked furiously. "Greg, it was for both of us. I could not stand Saito anymore!" Suzy complained. "And you killed him? Are you stupid?" Gregorio seemed not to know. "Yes, I killed him! Now we can get married and enjoy all the money!" Suzy confessed. "Stupid! You killed him without finding out where the research he was working on is? Are you dumb, Suzy? That's worth millions!" Gregorio yelled.

Walter Bannock asked the reporter. “We are aware of one casualty, but we are unsure if it is directly related to the rogue attack or not. Head Warrior, Gregory Valor, was pronounced dead on the scene… The mystery behind his death is still being investigated. Now back to you in the studio…” Jacob’s voice seemed uncomfortable about the announcement, but he kept his composure.

Jake’s voice broke through the noise, and I turned to see him striding toward me, his expression grim. “What’s going on?” I asked, my pulse quickening. His jaw tightened, and he glanced around before taking my hand and pulling me into a quieter corner. “One of the council members is dead,” he said, his voice low. I stared at him, the words refusing to register. “Dead?” “Gregory,” he clarified. “They found him in his quarters this morning. It wasn’t natural.” A chill ran down my spine. Gregory. The one who’d been the most vocal about his hatred for me.

"Your only regret should be creating me at all." Margaret fired. On the monitors, we saw Dmitri fall from his bunk, blood spreading. Margaret stood over him, weapon lowered, expression unreadable. Then Counter Op teams flooded the cell, surrounding Margaret. "Drop your weapon!" Margaret complied, hands raised. "He's dead. It's over." They cuffed her, checked Dmitri's body. FBI coordinator confirmed: "Dmitri Volkov is deceased. Single gunshot wound to the chest. Time of death 14:47."

Sirella’s Pov The news spread like wildfire. Gregor was dead. I heard it first from the kitchen, where the servants whispered in frantic voices, their hands trembling as they chopped vegetables. "They found his body at the riverbank," one said, voice hushed. "His throat—gods, they said it was torn open, like an animal attack." "An animal?" Another scoffed. "Who are they fooling? This was a message." I kept my hands steady as I wiped down the wooden counter, my face blank. Inside, my heart beat calmly, evenly.

It was a sacrifice he had to give up to live a better life for himself. Gregory died on the same day too, after he was given the news about his son's accident. Apparently, he was hypertensive but his drugs had been messed up with for months, which was making the condition worse instead of better. One bad news was enough to drive him to his death on the spot after he was called. And all these years, no one knew. Until a thorough investigation came up after Jordyn suspected foul play when she saw Jace. And with that, her life was in the most danger.

I clinked my goblet when required, but the air was thick enough to choke on. Then one of the elder wolves—a Wolfgang cousin—rose. His voice was smooth but sharp, meant to cut: “Strange, is it not? That Thunder Whiteland dies so suddenly. In Alpha Gregor’s charge, no less. Too convenient, if you ask me.” The hall hushed. Alpha Gregor didn’t flinch. He just said, in that gravel-deep way that vibrated through my spine: “He tried to drug and abduct the future princess. I ended it.”

He shut me in an attic even though I was nearing my delivery date. Mark should be the one to die! Jacob Grant, the doctor, soon arrived. As Mark’s friend, Jacob had always been in charge of Mark’s health. Mark crossed his arms and followed behind Jacob in annoyance. “Let’s see how long you can keep your act up, Jane!”

Two people with the same intentions hit it off immediately. I touched my wounds and watched the two ungrateful traitors who completely turned on each other, as they disappeared from my sight along with the wailing police sirens. … I was in the hospital for a month until I fully recovered. During the month, the police told me multiple times that Nora wanted to see me, but I refused. I no longer wanted anything to do with her in this life. At court, I only applied to get my declaration of death revoked. As for my marriage to Nora, since it's annulled, there was no point in restoring it anymore.

I remembered, processing everything. "Yes, Nish, the first days were hard, but I was trying again and again to get to you," Max commented with a downcast face. "How do you explain your death?" I frowned, feeling a bit nervous. "I want to clarify that I did not commit suicide, Nish, who would believe that?" I loved my life and sadly it was taken from me, ”he snapped a little annoyed. "Do you know who killed you, Max?" I wanted to know. We were talking about what I had suspected all this time: that Max had been murdered and there was a murderer on the loose.