Jason Gideon Death Novels & Stories

I don’t hesitate. "Gideon is dying tomorrow." And nothing is stopping it.

She knew her husband is lying she is a fucking Druid, something is wrong, she could feel they are lying to her. "To be truthful Queen Rosa, Jason is dead, he was killed by the sword forged from Lucifer blood and was pushed down from the cliff. Jorkallun jumped after him and they haven't been seen." Lillian told Rosa. "No, I don't believe that cock and bull story of yours. My son isn't dead. Jason won't die." Rosa sajd. "I believe so Rosa, I am just waiting for a miracle to come and reveal your son and my son to us. Believe me, they are not dead." Vermitrax told Rosa.

"Sit down, Miss Huxley. I bring terrible news." My hand flies to my chest. I know it can't be good. I do as he instructs and sit. I'm hyperventilating and I know it. This has to be about Jason. He stares at me awkwardly with the suitcase in hand. He then clears his throat. "Your cousin, Jason, was killed in a shoot out at two in the morning." My head starts spinning. Jason. Dead. Killed. I'm too shocked for words. He wasn't answering the phone because he was dead. I feel sick. It can't be. How could he be dead? "Are you sure?" This is the first question that comes to mind.

He chugged his wine down and poured another. "Calm down, JJ." Jason hadn't said a single word since he got there. The only thing on his mind was his son. He didn't deserve to die. Celia walked towards Jason and tried to take his clothes off. "Let me help you get out of this restricting suit of yours," Celia said as she stared at him with complete lust. "Not now, Celia. I'm seriously not in the mood for this right now." Jason started looking around the room as though he was lost. He began getting flashbacks to the day he found out his son had died. He grabbed the corner of the kitchen island to support himself.

“It doesn’t affect me at all. What you had with Gideon Bathory is in the past, just like all the people we ended up getting involved with at dark times in our lives. All that was in the past, nowadays, I don't even mind spending time with Gideon. Didn’t I tell you that I met him when I went to London on business?” I nodded. "Yes, it is true." Two years ago, Jason met with Gideon. Since they were both billionaires and influential, and he was in London, they ended up running into each other, but my husband assured me that there were no surprises in that meeting and that everything went normally and that they just talked about business. “Besides, he seems to be happy with your old secretary. An

she asked, waiting for a response from Gideon, who seemed unsure how to answer. "So... he’s been watching me all this time?" Gideon asked, still in shock. "Yes, it seems so." "He knows what I did in his chair?" "Yes... he could get the information from the young doctor beside him." "He also knows I shot Jaxon?" "He knows that too." "And—" "Shhh...!" Margareth gently stopped Gideon’s words, then cupped his face and looked deeply into his eyes. "And of course, he knows you killed his mother," she added, with a certain expression.

"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

Even Benjamin seemed to be in much better spirits. Sometimes he would tease me in private. "I was honestly afraid he'd talk you into taking him back." Then, one day, I got an unexpected phone call. Gideon's personal assistant told me that Gideon had killed someone and turned himself in to the police. He was facing decades in prison. His only request was to speak with me one last time. After a long hesitation, I called him. His voice over the phone sounded calm. There was no trace of madness in it.

The moment Jenny saw him, she yelled, "Stop with your act! You were the one who caused all this! It was all your fault for posting those photos! You were the one who forced Christine into despair!" Jason did not get mad at all. As if consoling himself, he said, "I've already deleted those photos. No one will post them anymore. I have money. I can send her to a better hospital and hire the best doctor. I can help her get treatment." Jenny wiped her tears as she yelled, "What's the point in deleting those photos? It's too late now. You pushed her to her death. What's the use of having money? You can't save her anymore."

Trinidad's pregnant wife's screams grew louder as a few people struggled to hold her back. "You okay?" Jack asked, looking very concerned. Gio glanced at him for a moment, nodding, but his eyes went back to the stretcher now being rushed out of the stadium. "He's not responding," he heard himself say. "He'll be okay," Abel said, placing his hand on Gio's shoulder. "He just went down pretty hard." Trinidad was pronounced dead before he ever reached the hospital. Dead at only twenty-two—and Gio had killed him. ~*~