Jason Gideon Death Novels & Stories

Liam's brows furrowed in confusion, his face filled with concern. "What is it? What's happened?" He asked calmly, he couldn’t freak out. The guard took a moment to catch his breath before he said what happened. His words were ridden with stutters. "Jason... the guard who reported John's death... he's gone! We found him dead in his room!" Liam looked back at Lucas to know if they had both heard the same thing. And he knew they had heard the same thing when he saw the shock registered on his brother's face.

"Ah! Hahaha, I don't think anything will happen, especially now that we are millions of miles away. But still, if anything ever happens to one of us, we won't abandon each other's families. Jaxon said, and they both chuckled playfully, shook each other's hands, and continued chatting, as it'll be the last time they'll be seeing each other at the same work place. Never will Jaxon have thought that the evening of the next day he'll receive a deadly blow. His best friend Gerald's car had crashed, and he was found dead. The news terrified him so much that he almost lost consciousness. He nevertheless visited the scene. Seeing the way Gerald died so hideously reminded him of the fact that they we

“I—I’m sorry. I didn't know where else to go.” “If you're here because of Ethan—” “I'm here for Gideon,” she interrupted. “I believed Ethan would meet you and handle everything, but he disappeared without a word.” That sounded like my pathetic ex-husband—a coward who goes into hiding whenever things didn’t go his way. Regardless, I gave her a listening ear. “What happened to Gideon?” Her lips trembled. “He overdosed because Principal Bennett is expelling him from Weston University.”

However, Caleb was already in deep water now, so those wicked schemes would not be possible anymore. “Then where’s Caleb now?” Heather would not forgive Caleb as she wanted to make sure he receives his retributions. “I have no idea.” Zayne was still lying on the bed. How would he know Caleb’s whereabouts right now? Just then, Jason who had remained silent all the while spoke up. “He’s dead. I killed him.” After having killed countless people, Jason brought up the matter as if he was talking about an ordinary event. Heather and Tony, who initially desired to seek revenge against Caleb, exchanged glances after hearing that their enemy had already been dealt with.

"We have proof now. Emails, bank transfers, prescriptions. She is going away for life once we find her." "Where is she?" "We do not know yet. But we will find her." I hesitated. "There is something else. Jason's body was in the wreckage. He died in the explosion." Four was quiet. Then his voice came out rough and broken. "He saved Monte. Threw him clear before the blast. He was not all monster." "No. He was not." I left him to rest. Walked through the hospital feeling the weight of two days without sleep. This case kept getting darker. And now our main suspect was in the wind.

His blue eyes were fixed on my brown ones for a second and I nodded “you need sugar in your system too, your face is paling and your eyes are growing more exhausted” “Don’t worry about that, I’ll handle it. Keep me posted if there’s anything to find” “I will” I walked toward the door, most probably being followed by Blake, and entered the station without saying a word. Jason’s eyes met mine before he entered a different hallway, avoiding my eyes. I frowned in confusion and followed him to find that he was coming out to meet me with a laptop. “Is everything alright?” “You tell me” Jason said turning the laptop on. My eyes widened when I saw what he was showing me. It was Elijah, beating up a

he asked me. “What?” “His body was never found,” Gideon said. “I watched him die, I left him at that house,” I said. “Who did the clean up after that attack?” “Joe McFarlane,” I said. “I would also like to have a word with him.” “Joe’s dead. I killed him because he was the one that sent us into that ambush,” I said. “Pity, I hope you took your time with him,” he said. “Six steel rods, cordless drill, it did the trick.”

He'd spent a fortune trying to pull his son free. It hadn't been enough. Jason's body was found in a shipping container in Newark eighteen months later. The police called it an overdose. Geoffrey knew better. He'd spent every day since then trying to prove it. But proof was the one thing he couldn't buy. No witnesses. No paper trail that led anywhere real. The people who ran the operation knew how to clean up after themselves. Every thread Geoffrey pulled dissolved before it reached anyone with a name. That's when he'd found me. Or I'd found him. It depended on who was telling the story.

Jennifer smartly dragged him down and shot him dead. Whereas, Jackson was still searching and shooting around. He couldn't stop. “You bastard.” Jennifer shot Jackson dead as well. Then escaped from the gate. “Finally I have the brave man down.” She said to herself. Jackson, already lying dead, had to be carried to the grave by his colleagues. “He is dead.” Message reaching Atlas “Dead?” Atlas asked with shock and couldn't hold his cup of wine, probably. “Jennifer succeeded in eliminating Jackson?” Atlas asked, with grief in his heart, and picked up his phone and dialed Christian's number.

It's been three days since Jason died, three days since the Hill family felt normal, three days since they had a decent conversation with one another without having tears in their eyes and pain in their hearts. The funeral was going to be held on that day. Jordan's dad made sure to contact a security company, so the grieving family would have their privacy. God only knows how senseless some people could be. Greedy photographers might consider it a great opportunity to snap pictures for the sake of a few dollars from newspapers and magazines.