Jason Grace Death Novels & Stories

Beneath it was a line of small text that read, "To my husband, Jason. My debts have been repaid. See you in the next life." The funeral was simple, with hardly anyone visiting. It was just Mason and a few of her former employees. When it was over, Mason stood before the graves and lit three cigarettes—one for me, one for Tina, and one for himself. "Jason, my friend, it's quiet now. Don't you think you were a fool?" The cigarette ash scattered in the wind, settling onto the fresh grave. "Alright. I won't bother you three anymore." He paused, then added, "In the next life, I hope you're born with a good fate. Don't run into each other again and spare yourselves the pain."

After what had happened between the both of us, I hadn't even thought for a moment that he was going to even cone an inch closer to me. "I know. And I'm the happiest person on earth. But that man, I'm going to kill him!" He said, pulling away from me and placing a soft kiss on my extremely dry lips. I sighed, and looked towards the door. "Lucinda? Jane? I had heard a bang at first. And Lucinda was downstairs...and Jane, she went to drop your mum at the airport_" my words came out in a rush, but Jason was just shaking his head as he wiped off the tears on my face that I hadn't realized were there.

But this marriage never lasted, you were only a year and seven months when your dad came back one evening, and began to complain of stomach upset, after he had a meal with his friend. I tried asking him what he ate, and he said his friend gave him pepper soup to eat. Before we could get him to the hospital, he was already gone" Grace eyes widened as they couldn't hold back her tears anymore "It happened that he was poisoned. I had to go back to his people, they wanted me to get married to their son to keep the

I said, not having the guts to tell the truth. I had no idea what Jason had told him, but I couldn’t let him get away with it. "It’s no..." "Where are you able to find Bryson?" Jason asked, cutting me off. " Yes." Luca was the one who answered. "Unfortunately, he was dead before we could get him." " Dead..." I whispered under my breath before casting my gaze at Jason. Did he kill someone? "I’m sure he must have realized his mistake and known Sin would come for him, so he probably thought killing himself was a way out of him escaping being tortured." Jason says, and Luca gives a curt nod.

"Name: Mary Sean Ivanovich Age: 21 years old Cause Of Death: Fated Death Time of Death: 7:42 am." My mind was blank and I could only hear that voice of Gavin's. I couldn't feel anything else but after that, I seemed to be completely out of confinement. That's when I opened up my eyes. Gavin was still shaking. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to say that everything was fine. That I accepted, that it was okay but I knew he wouldn't believe and I would just make myself tired. Besides that, I would make myself feel worse. Even if I force myself to say something, I can't do it. I have no choice but to smile at him to convey that it's okay.

Swallowing the rest of her words, she asked instead, "Ben, has Jason been sentenced yet?" Benjamin replied, "He was sentenced a couple of days ago. He was executed by lethal injection today. I pulled some strings and even saw his body… I wanted to tell you about it but changed my mind because I didn't know how you'd take the news." Jason died by lethal injection today? Natalie didn't think Jason would be sentenced to death and be executed so quickly.

This time Maya saw the genuine care in Jason’s eyes, very much different from the cold ones she saw right before her death. What was wrong with Jason? Actually! What was wrong with her?! Shock gripped Maya’s throat. She died! She fell down the staircase and died! The piercing pain in her chest was still so vivid that Maya felt her breathes hurt even though she couldn’t find the wound on her chest anymore. What happened?! Her mind was a total mess now. The only thing her twirling brain could process was her hatred toward Jason. All his guile, his malevolence, her resentment, her rancor… Death was supposed to have taken them away, but they all came back to her the moment she saw Jason’s face a

I was too late. I should’ve been faster. I should’ve seen the handprint faster. We took too long, it’s all on me. Grace is dead because of me. “She’s breathing,” Jagger announces, and I fall on my knees next to Grace as I stroke her face, covered in bruises and tears, roll down my face. “Get the stretcher here, we need to get her to the hospital,” Jagger announces and I stay still, bending and kissing my girl softly on the lips. Her eyes flutter open for a split second and a small smile appears on her lips before she is engulfed by darkness again.

"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.

One of the guards ran to the car. "Welcome sir!" "What is it?" Jason asked, quickly opening his door and ignoring the driver's plea for money. Grace was running towards him from the house. "Where have you been since Monday? We've been trying to contact you," she shouted. "Father is dead," she sobbed. "Father?" The words reeled in his head as he gripped Grace's arms for support. "Where were you?" She sobbed. "Everyone was trying to find you." * *