Jackson Avery Death Novels & Stories

Julian said in the elevator. “She always was,” I replied. “It’s just more obvious now.” That night, in the Fairmont’s presidential suite, I was giving Adrian a bath. “Mommy, why was that uncle crying?” Adrian played with a rubber duck. “Because he lost something important,” I said, washing his hair. “And he can never get it back.” Julian walked in. “I just got a call.” I looked at him. “What is it?” “Ava Moretti is dead,” Julian’s voice was calm. “Drug overdose. Found in their bathroom.”

I walked towards it, and picking it up, I placed it on my ear. "Yes?" I started, urging the person on the other side of the phone to speak up. "Ava, Jackson is dead!!!!!" The sudden revelation left me stunned and speechless, and I felt my heart skip a beat. "Guess what, Ava, you… what is wrong with you?" My mother, who was so overjoyed, asked the second she saw me standing like a statue. "Summer wasn't the one killed, Mom... Jackson was! My mate is dead, and it is because of that witch!!!"