Jason Grace Death Novels & Stories

I don’t think he will give me the answers, but I have to try. The next morning, we drive out to my old pack and, as soon as I walk into the basement, I can smell the blood. I look at Gabriel only for a split-second before I rush to the cell, and he calls the guards. We find Jason on the floor and the stench of the blood is overwhelming. Chaos breaks out as people rush to try and revive him, but it’s too late. The doctor announces an hour after we found Jason, that he is gone. I look at my hands that are still covered in his blood and tears just start to fall.

I got up from the swimming pool, but they were already gone, and I gasped in heavy breaths. Alejandro walked towards me. "You alright, Jaxon?" "I think I just killed the old man..." I said. Alejandro tapped my shoulder and said, “Thank you for saving me today. I owe you one.” I just sighed and clenched my teeth. "I fired his father with the tracker. We need to trace them again..." Then suddenly, Alejandro's phone rang, and when he answered it, he glanced at me. I asked, "What is it?" "Grace's in the hospital again..."

the police said. Jason laughed madly. Tears of regret slid from his eyes. Falling to his knees, he sobbed, "I'm sorry, Chelsea. I'm sorry!" Belated affection was worth next to nothing. The same went for a scoundrel's crocodile tears. All I wanted was for my corpse to be cremated and given the proper funeral rites. Jason seemed to sense my wish. He handed my corpse over to the police. Just when everyone thought Jason would surrender, he rushed to the window and jumped out, dragging Jean after him.

Grandma said, "Lay Ash down, Frank." Dad's hands trembled, but he still held onto me tightly. He then choked out, "Ash isn't dead, Mom. He's just—" Grandma cut him off, saying, "He's already dead, Frank. He died from a fever after you locked him up in the storage room the entire night."

Even smoking and drinking did nothing to ease his sorrow. Late that night, Cora arrived. As soon as she opened the door, the stench of cigarettes and alcohol hit her immediately, making her frown. She found Joseph sitting by the window, a fresh cigarette burning down. The ashtray before him was overflowing with butts, flanked by a cluster of empty liquor bottles. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, walking over to fling the window open to air out the room. "Grace died in a car accident. Did you know about that?" Joseph asked. After not speaking for three days, his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Don't speak nonsense! My daughter is right here. She only sprained her ankle. How can you blatantly jinx her when she's right here?" The reporter paused and took out a phone to check something. "Ms. Saddler, I think you've misunderstood. The one who died from the accident at the venue was your elder daughter, Ms. Flora Saddler, not the one beside you now." Mom's expression turned grim and displeased instantly. The reporter continued pressing, "As her spotter, you failed to notice the danger she was in in time. Regarding this, is there anything you'd like to say to the public?"

After the incident, Mom's cooking garnered yet another wave of attention online. "This is the fourth life Florence Winters has taken with her food. How potent can the food be?" "Jokes aside, I can't imagine how much despair Florence's daughter must've felt, having to watch her own fiance die right in front of her." The netizens even started looking for more similarities between my four exes. They wondered whether the men had been unfaithful to me and whether that had led to their deaths.

All of the signs were right there, in the footage. … There was enough evidence to prove that Jason had indeed murdered his own father. He was convicted of first-degree murder and sentenced to life in prison, with all of his political rights stripped for life. Jason had lost so much weight that he looked like a skeleton when I went to visit him in prison. His face was ashen and devoid of all emotions. However, as soon as he saw me, a fire lit up in his eyes. "Hazel Youngblood! It was you! Everything was because of you, wasn't it?"

“That he made sure Jason got what he deserved.” My brows furrowed. “He made sure Jason got what he deserved?” I repeated. Her eyes met mine. “While I was sitting there with him, I got a call from Jessica.” “Jason is dead,” she whispered. “Dead? How?” I asked, surprised. “He was stabbed in prison last night,” she continued. “An inmate attacked him during recess.” I stood up slowly and sat beside her again. “Julian orchestrated his murder,” she said. I turned to her. “What?”

Suddenly I start to question if all of this is real again or am I dreaming. "What the hell is wrong with the two of you!" Their father growled out, glaring at the both of them. "He's the reason why Ashley is dead!! He paid that mutt to kill her!" I jump as Jason kick Brandon in his face, knocking him back to the ground. "Why!!?" Jason glares down at Brandon, not looking away. I want to go over to Jason and try to calm him down, but I'm unable to move from this spot.