Jackson Avery Death Novels & Stories

From her friend’s tone, it seemed like there was something she didn’t know. She shook her head. “Why? Did something happen?” Her voice trembled as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Chelle leaned on the reception desk and whispered into Bree’s ear. “It’s the death anniversary of his wife. I don’t know exactly, but sir Jackson lost it yesterday. We were all scared because he was like a demon. If Rex hadn’t been here to stop him, I don’t even know what would’ve happened.” Bree was shocked. Jackson went wild yesterday?

I knew someone took Avery from me. I stood up suddenly, wiping my tears. I was going to find who killed him and I was going to make them wish they were never born. The ambulance men came from behind me, I didn't even notice them at first. I watched as they lifted my little brother's body from the ground and carried him to the ambulance. They pronounced him dead minutes later. Avery Anderson, time of death; 3:37 am. People like to wonder why I'm so cold-hearted. Avery changed me forever.

Jayden complained. Avery's hands fell from his face as her thoughts began to run. Indeed her dad seemed to be so energized but anyone could see he was still very sick so she felt like he was using the last strength he had this period before he finally died. “He is going to die soon, I am very sure of it,” Avery said suddenly, speaking her thoughts aloud. Jayden looked at her in surprise and wondered what she meant by that. He didn't think to disturb himself about what she said and decided to pull her into a kiss again.

Jacob sighed slowly, closing the laptop in front of him, just realizing that it was insensitive to bring work to the table of a man who just lost a family member. “Then go ahead and drink.” Jacob said, leaning forward and folding his palms on the table. “No one will fault you for drinking it and disappearing for a while.” Avery smiled, looking up to meet his gaze. “Aaron would.” He replied. “I do not deserve to run away from the grief and leave him alone to it. He would kill me.” “Avery…” Jacob started to speak but he shrugged, pushing the glass away from himself. “So, no scotch, Jacob.”

“Honey, I am so sorry. You shouldn’t have had to do that on your own.” “I wasn’t alone. Taylor and the twins were here. They helped me,” Jackson admits. Elizabeth sits on my bed, a hand on Jackson’s and one brushing Carter’s blue cap. Jackson continues, “Kennedy passed away about 7:30 tonight. I asked for her organs to be harvested, hoping to help others. Kennedy would have wanted it that way.” The sight of tears in Jackson’s eyes cripple me. I cannot stand to see him relive this entire day. I know letting out his emotions, talking about it, and having loved ones near will help us mourn. It hurts; the pain is still fresh.

"Jason, put away your wild imaginations. I have nothing to do with you anymore. Regardless of whether the child is mine or not, she can't be yours." "Tell me who are the parents of this child, then?" Jason persisted. Avery turned her face away with a mocking laugh. "What does it have to do with you?" "Can you tell me in front of this child that our child died back then?" Jason continued and stared at Avery. Avery opened her mouth, but no words came out. How could she curse her own child to death? She couldn't bring herself to do it. Jason didn't let her off easily.

"Jackson. Please don't sentence them to death?" Millie asked. "And why not? They are the most treasonous of all." Jackson says. "Because they are our parents. We want them to see their grandchildren grow up." Emmett says. "What about Taylor's mother? Because of our parents, Avery was killed and never got the chance to meet her grandchild? Don't use that bullshit excuse with us. They are responsible for getting Taylor's mother killed. And they plotted against their Alpha. That is punishable by death." Jackson demanded.

Everyone took their places to listen to some words from the father, I stayed there in front of all of them, who said goodbye to me. If only they knew that he was here and that I hadn't left yet. • I found Nisha in the cemetery, she was near a group of teenagers who were talking about something. As soon as I got to their side I could hear them: "They say it was not a suicide, what happens is that the family is trying to handle the matter with discretion. "I had said one, I met the boy as Jackson, had classes with him sometimes.

“What about Bethany? I thought you said you missed her.” Jason tilted his head. “No... I don’t miss her anymore.” “Why not?” Fred asked, surprised. “Because Aunt Avery said she killed my mom!” Jason blurted out. Fred shot Avery a glare, his face darkening. “Are you insane?” he mouthed and dropped him on the ground. Bethany, though taken aback, quickly composed herself. She knew this was another of Avery’s ploys to ruin her image. “Wow,” Bethany said with a smile.