Jean #aot Death Novels & Stories

I was just a few steps away when I suddenly thought that she might be the answer so that I can free from Aivan! Right! Right! I turned in front of them and walked back to them. But before I could finally get close to them, suddenly three of Aivan's men were there and one of them gave Aivan a gun. "Wait! No! Stop!" It was too late and I just startled because Aivan himself shot Jean in front of us! My jaw just dropped at what I saw. "She's my woman. Anyone who makes name to her, death is waving at you." Aivan pointed to me with one hand while the other was still pointed on Jean who was lying on the ground while dying because she was hit in the chest!

“Yes, mummy.” “We should sue him,” Lois said, holding onto my arm to help me get off the bed. “I second that.” Said Karen. I shook my head and let out a slight wince at the pain that struck. “Don’t I have enough on my plate already? Going back and forth would only wreck my sanity.” Lois didn’t seem to agree to it as he helped me into the car. “But he would keep up with the attitude. This is why Jean died so miserably. She kept mum, choosing to protect a bastard like him that isn’t worth protecting,”

With a sigh, she rose up off of her tailor and said good-bye. Jeanie cleaned up in the humble restroom. It was a mess and clearly hadn't been cleaned in god knows how long. Ajeet was still breathing gently, laying naked on the platform. Jeanie thought he looked like he was going to take a nap. She happily gathered her dress and left.

He blamed Jean for Joan's death. "You can look into it yourself if you don't believe me. If Grandpa Walter knew how foolish you were, he'd probably climb out of his grave and kill you himself." Jean shook his head. "No. You're lying to me." Calista was also in disbelief. She wasn't expecting this entire situation to be a misunderstanding. Jean was quickly subdued. The situation was also swiftly brought under control. Just as everything was wrapping up, a woman's shrill voice echoed, "Die, Calista!"

Milli sniffed as she forked her dessert around on its plate. “How did he die?” Lloyd asked softly. “Jean took down their company before she died. She planned to send them all to jail for the numerous misdeeds they had done, but Edgar and his uncle tried to get away from the police and crashed their car on New Year’s Eve. The papers said they were drunk driving.” Milli shrugged, wishing she could shrug off the pain. “Jean died almost two weeks later. She had cancer and knew she was dying but still helped me. She was with me when Marni died, and Emily was born. I wouldn’t have made it without her. She was a godsend. I just wish... oh, I don’t know what I wish.”

“we are loyal to you Master Jeoff. And we are not planning---“ “That’s bullshit Jay! I called the both of you to admit to me the accident that happened way back them and I know Dex also saw it. what’s your connection with that accident?” “Our parents are the reason why your mother died.” Dex admitted it and I know Jeoff already know about it and he just want to confirm it from our own mouth. Jeoff nodded . “and are you not happy to what I’ve done a while ago? Jean is just craving for something. And both of you will be the one to get mad at me? Hahaha I hope you understand me. You should just take revenge like that Dex. What if someday, he’ll find out the whole truth right? Jean is just regre

"Can we check on him? We need to see him even though he's... dead." Antonio looked at Nathan, then considered his words about seeing Carl. After all, they were teammates until last night. Antonio suddenly got a message from a mysterious number showing Carl's latest condition. His body was covered in blood while his face looked bruised and blue. Carl had been murdered by someone. His body had been left on a seedy street not too far from Jean's nightclub. Antonio had called the woman, but her number was disconnected. Suddenly, their communication was cut off and Antonio was struggling to get information. Antonio thought that maybe Jean was panicking because Carl had just visited her last night

Jean sighed before stating coldly, "He got into an accident." Dorothy looked slightly surprised. "Goodness, how careless could he be to the point that he got into an accident?" Jean took note of Dorothy's serious expression before averting her gaze. Who else in this world wanted her dead other than the Michaels family? Jean could never scratch that phantom itch in her mind. Both Dorothy's and Timothy's expressions were so natural that she couldn't find a single flaw in them. She snapped out of her trance when she suddenly remembered one more person. Her expression now grim, Jean asked, "Where's Joyce?"

He hoped that he had heard the wrong thing. "I'm sorry, sir," the secretary said. "It is just what I heard when I began investigating why the payment was being declined. So i-" "For God's sake!" Jean swore in French. "I do not give a rat's ass what you did. Just repeat what you said earlier." The secretary cleared his throat fearfully and said. "The doctor, Avery Quinn, is dead." "No, no, no..." Jean cried. He stood up from the table when he realized that he was starting to alarm Kelvin.

“Now, can we finally get this over with? I have more pressing matters to attend to.” I shot him a glare but let it slide. There were bigger problems at hand. I folded my hands on the table, my voice lowering to a dangerous calm. “I got intel that one or more of you were involved in Jean’s death.” Tension filled the room. Some people looked shocked, others appeared confused. A few stayed strangely silent. “What the hell do you mean by that, Damien?” one of them finally asked. “We’d never be involved in something like that,” another added defensively.