Jason Grace Death Novels & Stories

Williams asked, sitting up straighter. "It's Griff," Grace sobbed. "He... he's gone, Williams. He just... he passed away. Just now. In his sleep." The words hit Williams like a physical blow. He stared at the phone, unable to process what he was hearing. "What?" he breathed. "No. No, that can't be right. We just saw him. We just had dinner together. He was fine." "I know," Grace cried. "I know. But he... the doctors said it could happen anytime. His body just... it gave out, Williams. He's gone."

His dark eyes lock onto mine, intense and probing. “Where is he?” he asks, his voice surprisingly quiet, devoid of its usual sharp edge. I swallow past the sudden lump in my throat. “He’s... gone. He died of stage four synovial sarcoma cancer five years ago.” I brace myself for a cutting remark or a dismissive shrug, but to my absolute shock, Jason’s posture softens. He lets out a slow, steadying breath, his hand loosening its grip on the steering wheel. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice low and raspy. “I’m sorry about that, Saffron.”

I said to Lucas, pouring us both coffee that tastes like ash. Lucas frowned. “His family?” “Yes. His parents. Where he grew up. Childhood connections. The woman he almost married before me. I need the version of Jason the world forgot.” Lucas rubbed his jaw, then opened a laptop and began pulling files. “His mother died when he was twelve. Father’s still alive—barely. Early dementia, a veteran, lives in a care facility outside of Oxford. Jason was a scholarship kid. Bright, manipulative, always knew how to charm authority. Had a fiancée in medical school—Lauren Bellamy. She disappeared off the map after a reported suicide attempt.”

Zephyr brought out a pair of handcuffs and said coldly, “Grace Zimmer, you will be arrested for intentional assault, murder, destroying important research data and results, and other crimes!” Things progressed quickly after that. A few days later, the court sentenced Grace to death, and her sentence was to be carried out immediately. After some special treatment from the lab, my corpse was reduced to ashes, and I could finally be buried. “I’m sorry, Luna.” Jim buried a small box beside my tombstone and cried like a baby. I knew that the box contained my baby’s remains. The lab technicians had cut him up and extracted his DNA, so the body had been reduced to ashes.

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

Subject: Garcia Crime: murder Executor: Death Judge Execution Date: May 12, 2021 — “Death Judge! It’s really the Death Judge!” Cold sweat drenched Garcia’s back. He knew very well that this was not a prank, because even the police had yet to figure out how the body disappeared. They would not know that it was him who killed the person, and the death notice clearly stated that the crime was murder. Obviously, the other party knew that he had killed the person. Only the Death Judge had the ability to do so. “F*ck! Why are you targeting me? Why are you going to judge me?!” Garcia roared. Thinking about the previous death live broadcasts, he could not help but tremble.

They held onto the hope that their son had found some peace in his final days. Emily was overwhelmed with emotion. She felt a mix of empathy and relief, knowing that Jason had acknowledged his mistakes. As the days passed, Jason’s condition continued to worsen. He slipped into a deep coma, his body no longer able to fight. Surrounded by his parents and the medical team, Jason’s life slowly ebbed away. In the aftermath of Jason’s passing, Skylar, Emily, and their families continued the process of healing. The letters had provided a sense of closure, allowing them to move forward with their lives.

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."

Their faces unrecognizable as the only one he recognized was his rage. Some of the officers noticed how weird he's acting, but none of them could’ve predicted the next thing. BANG! The bullet of the .40 Smith and Wesson went straight towards the head of the now deceased Fred Jules Leopold as he fell swiftly to his death. August, who was cuffed to him fell with him. “Jameson! What is the meaning of this?” “You won’t understand. He killed my daughter.” Tears started falling from his already watery eyes.

Jackson said with resignation. Grace rubbed her suddenly wet cheeks. She didn't realize when she cried. It hurt so much to know all those facts. She had accepted all this unfair treatment from Jackson and the forest family because she loved Jackson. If she knew Jackson was the cause of her parents' death, she would never have loved him. "I want to go back to the ward." Grace said in a hoarse and weak voice. Her legs were so weak, she couldn't even support her weight. Her vision began to darken. She suddenly fell unconscious.