Gregorovitch Death Novels & Stories

News Headline: A Vlogger, Brutally Died in the City of Colambi July 9, 2025 By Frankenrich Almed Yesterday, a famous vlogger named Greg was last seen entering the City of Colambi. Later at four in the morning, a farmer from the neighborhood city saw his body at the entrance of Colambi with scratches in his abdomen, chopped legs, a hole in his chest with a missing heart, and lost eyeballs. I almost coughed up the coffee that I'm currently drinking because of the disgusting news. However, it caught my attention to read more. The killer must be a psycho! But Colambi? As far as I remember, that city was abandoned by people for ages with some inexplicable truths. Well, I just heard some gossip, n

“You said Gregory is behind this.” Adam nodded. “Alpha Gregory has been looking for an excuse since I took over.” “Because of Mom and Dad,” I said quietly. His expression darkened. “They were supposed to meet with him the night they died,” Adam said. “That ‘car crash’?” His voice hardened. “I don’t think it was an accident.” A chill slid down my spine. “You think Gregory had them killed.” “I know he did,” Adam said flatly. Silence settled heavy between us.

I can’t help but to sound defensive but at the same time, look at his neck worriedly. “Really? Then why not kill me now then?” He laughs, “and please don’t look at me with that eyes of yours full of pity, I don’t really need that one right now. It’s a shame that I promised that I will take revenge of my people, but look, there is someone already did for everyone who become his victim.” Alpha Gregor died… That is the reality. The thing that it might hurt Beltran and Byron will can be a reason for others to have smile again after the rain in their life, just how I always see the world… It also not fair to everyone.

"I don't remember. I only remember that I was beaten to death. I don't know the specific reason." Roger lied. In other words, I was simply too lazy to answer Franka's question, so I simply filled it with the all-purpose amnesia. "It's indeed tragic. Mr. Roger must have been a powerful man. It's a pity that he died so casually." "Wait a minute? Why do so many people die in Terra in a year? I have only seen your soul so far. Is the dump truck the code for reincarnation?" Franca really talked a little too much, and Roger was a little too lazy to answer.

Lillian cried. “I knew I didn’t and thought it was odd so I walked Lillian back and saw Loren pulling that man away from Violette,” Beatrice said. “It’s Gregor.. Viktor. He was holding her under the water.” Loren said. “He came to kill her?” I growled. And surely under the influence of her Father. There is something seriously sadistic about that man. I looked back at Violette and felt pity. Her Father would rather her die than being tarnished.

Annabella asked and Gregor stopped but he didn't face her back "It has been taken care of,don't worry about it" He muttered and walked out of the ward like that. Annabella continue crying again. •••• Wright and Melanie climbed down the stairs hand in hand,they are already dressed for school,smiling and grinning ear to ear with so much love and affection in their eyes. 📺 THE POPULAR RUSSIAN BILLION KNOWN AS GREGOR CAMPBELL JUST LOST ONE OF HIS TWINS,ACCORDING TO THE DOCTOR,SHE WAS POISONED AND GAVE UP THE GHOST LAST NIGHT.....

He speaks up again like I didn’t hear him the first time. “Then talk.” I take Amara’s plate and start to load it with the things I want her to eat. Then smile at her as I place it back in front of her. “Well, come on, what is so important? You may speak in front of her.” I look to Daniel for an explanation. “Dennis Gregorio was found dead at his home this morning,” he informs me, flicking his eyes between us and waiting for a reaction. “I know, I was the one who killed him,” I confess, hearing the spoon, Amara was eating her grapefruit with, clatter against her plate.

he says as he lifts his shirt we can see the bruises on his body and Alma cries. “I have terminal cancer. I am going to die anyway, but I will take one of you with me,” he says as he presses the trigger and everything moves too fast and in slow motion at the same time. Jude pushed Jo out of the way and the police enter the room, shooting Greg. Sissi starts to scream and Alma falls on her knees next to her son crying while the police kick his gun away.

“Tell the truth. Someone tried to poison a child. My child. If you know anything, speak now.” Pavel broke. “It wasn’t me!” he cried. “It was… it was Gregor. He paid me to look away. Said it was just a message. Not poison. Just something to scare you.” The room went deathly silent. Another traitor, Inside the house. Again. Nikolai’s face turned murderous. He tightened his grip on Pavel’s collar until the man gasped for air. “Where is Gregor now?” “Gone,” Pavel wheezed. “He left right after… said Rossi promised him protection.”

It swirled, like ice tendrils, from Paris, Zurich, and then Milan. “He’s already in Geneva,” he confirmed, fearing hardening. “He’s laying the groundwork. Cleaning it.” Anton’s jaw clenched. “Good. That makes things easier.” “It doesn’t simplify anything!” Sabatine exclaimed, pushing back from the desk. It was a violent motion in an otherwise tranquil space. “This isn’t a corporate buyout. This is a man who once cornered a Chechen warlord in his own panic room and administered a neurotoxin that caused fatal paranoia. The coroner ruled it ‘heart failure due to extreme agitation.’ The man doesn’t have a moral compass. He has an aesthetics of violence. He wants clean stories, Anton. And today,