Jason Grace Death Novels & Stories

As far as she knew, there had never been any news reports about his personal life. “I was married. Also through an arranged marriage. After a year of marriage, my wife passed away from an illness.” Jason said briefly. “Stomach cancer.” "I'm sorry. I truly didn't know.” Jason smiled and exhaled softly. “It's okay. That was seven or eight years ago. It doesn't mean I can't forget it. But she was a very good girl. At first, I didn't want to rush into finding a replacement. But then time just passed until now.” Jason chuckled softly.

The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different. Grace sat at the long table while swirling the whiskey in her glass. The men around her spoke in hushed tones, but she caught every word. She had been raised in rooms like this. This was her world. But tonight, she knew something was different. "Have you heard?" a man to her left spoke in intrigue. "Adrian Blackwood is dead. Assassinated in Raeburn Asylum." A ripple of murmurs spread across the table. Some smirked, others leaned in wanting to join in the talk. Grace didn't react. She simply lifted her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, pretending her heart hadn't just clenched at the mention of her cousin's name.

I quickly grabbed her, holding her close as she went numb. She didn't cry or scream again; she just sat there, frozen in shock, as I held her tightly. I didn't know what to say or do, so I just held her, trying to offer what little comfort I could. As we sat in stunned silence, the news anchor continued to speculate about the circumstances surrounding Jason's death. "It's unclear at this time what led to the murder of Jason Sutherland," he said. "But sources close to the investigation say that Jason had been involved in an altercation with several inmates just days before his death."

But I couldn't even feel sorry for her—not her, who tried so hard to make my life a real hell. “Is she really dead..?” I asked Jason, still in a somewhat eager voice. I wasn't believing it, I wasn't believing that it had really come to an end. After all that confusion that had happened so recently, it was normal for me to think that I was still under threat from Kendall. “She's really dead, yes, my love, this has come to an end,” Jason replied, placing a kiss on my forehead. I hugged him and cried profusely, thanking God that I was finally free now.

And the Blaqk eagles scattered once again. He was at home when he received a call from Andy, letting him know that while they were cleaning up the rest of the northern mafia, they figured out that Jason was just a figure head. It was even more shocking that Jason just suddenly passed away in his cell; they did not know the cause, but they would after his autopsy. Ryan sprung up from his chair and fell into deep thought. “What’s wrong?” Eliza asked him, and he just made up a silly excuse. He sighed; he thought he could finally rest with Eliza. But if there was still a threat out there, he needed to take care of it unless Eliza would be in danger.

My tears turn to sobs, and I curl up on my side away from Kaden, away from those probing eyes of his, away from the memories of being abused and raped. Away from Jason's offspring. I feel the presence of the man who was my saviour.. Who had come to mean so much to me in such a stupidly short amount of time, but I just can't differentiate him from his father. "He's gone?" I whisper. "Yes, he died. He was shot when the police rescued you." Kaden replies, full of honesty. He's dead? Jason is dead? Jason Gray will never come back? Am I safe? Isn't Kaden just as bad in some ways?

"The car hit him, and...and I watched him bleed to death on the road. I was crying for help, screaming for someone to stop and assist us, but no one came. Not even the people who were chasing us because of the bread. They just stopped and turned back when they saw what happened." "I tried to save him, Alice," Jake said, his eyes welling up with more tears. "I carried his stiff and bloody body to the local clinic, using my own starved and weakened body to drag him there. I begged the nurses to help us, to please just see the doctor, but they refused. They just left us there, on the floor, with Jason's life slipping away. I held his hand, his stiff and bloody hand, and I pleaded with him not t

“I don’t think she should have died. Why are you so calm about this? You should be more pissed. The love of your life was taken from you. You’ll never hear her laugh again.” Jason’s blues close. He takes a deep breath and his eyes open. Without an invitation, he plops down on the bed and supports his weight on the headboard. I slip my fingers into Mace’s clenched fist. He blinks sleepily at me, soon his eyes close and his breathing evens out. If only I could sleep this easily or so fast. Sleeping no longer appeals to me. It’s not an escape from a reality but another reminder I don’t have her.

Elijah asked. "no, I haven't." I said softly, and smiled under his praising gaze. "Well, my biggest thanks to you both for saving my life." Jason said and exhaled deeply, "but you know what? I really do feel like my insides are falling apart. So if I do die, please bury me among my ancestors." Jason said, and I guess he expected that to be funny, but neither Elijah nor I laughed. "That's not funny , Jason." I said and examined my wound.

Being lying in the middle of a snakes pit while they bite you and unable to do anything is the worst feeling he have experienced. 'If there is another life for me, then I am sure I will be terrified of snakes for ten lives to come' he thought, regretting his actions from ten years ago. On the other hand, Jason was found dead the next morning by the asylum staff. His death was slow. His blood dripping out of his slit blood vessel. His eyes are sunken and wide open. "He committed a suiside? Too bad, Miss Johnson wanted us to torture him until he really goes insane" the doctor commented casually before leaving the room.