Jean Gray Death Novels & Stories

She was shaking out of the pain. "Of course. Everybody is gonna die. You won't be alive forever." Jean's teeth trembled, "I mean... am I going to die soon?" "It depends on your destiny." Jean bitterly smiled, "My destiny... has always been not good." But she never believed in destiny.

I accepted his gesture, and we all walked right towards the hall with scar behind us, and then it hit me, just why would she run so quickly, just because of Mr Grey's death, people die a lot at this invite, and I'm certainly sure this was not her first Mafia ball. “ So scar, just curious but just why did you run so fast, you definitely seemed to have seen something far worse than just Mr Grey's death?” “ Ohh right, I forgot to tell you, you see— Before she could finish her sentence, the doors to the halls I opened right up, and the sight before for us at that moment left me frozen. Is that Mr Grey dead body they're trying to remove off Darkwood Statue? Wait, did they kill him on the statue?

Hours had passed, and it was now morning. Grey sat atop a building, staring down at the girl lying dead on the road. Her blood was still pooled around her small figure, and it had just started to stain her already red hair. She looked almost peaceful; she was beautiful even while dead. But Grey couldn't wait a second longer for her to wake up. His mind kept replaying the image of her sitting up off the road and finally becoming who she was meant to be. Except, it still hadn't happened. She was supposed to have woken up hours ago.

She then looked at at him as she exclaimed, "How dare you!" "It's your surname though!" She slapped his arm and for a moment he lost control of the car but quickly recovered. "Shit..." Ashleigh breathed out as Damien chuckled nervously. "Sorry." "I swear if I died I would've killed you!" "How would you do that when you're dead?" "I'll possess you and make you commit suicide." Damien gave her a look. "Thats dark woman." "I love you too."

I saw Morgana's eyes holding a grave and a rather knowing look at Cain. "Jeanette McConnell is Debra Gray's ancestor." She announced and we all fell to silence.

"But you'll need to be smart about it. Brute force and revenge aren't enough against an organization like the Kaine Syndicate." My phone rang and I saw Lena's name on the screen. "Give me a minute," I said to the others, stepping toward the windows for some privacy. "Aria," Lena's voice was tight with urgency. "I've been digging into Richard Grayson like you asked and what I found, it's bad. Really bad." "Tell me everything." "Richard Grayson officially died in a car accident five years ago but the more I dug, the more inconsistencies I found. The body was cremated immediately, no autopsy, the death certificate was signed by a doctor who lost his medical license six months later for falsifyi

he ordered as Lorriane nodded before her and the girls left to gather their things. Tommy turned to Gray, who just came off the phone, "Is everything taken care of?" He asked as Gray nodded before sighing causing Tommy to furrow, "What is it?" He asked as Gray ran his hand through his hair, "They didn't kill the father," he replied as Tommy's jaw clenched, "What do you mean they didn't kill him?" He asked in a stern tone as Gray licked his lips, "Jasmine told them not to kill him," Gray replied as Tommy tilted his head, "And why would she do that?" Tommy question as Gray forcefully swallowed, "Because she wanted to kill him herself," he said as Tommy's eyes slightly widened before he signale

Amy’s POV The sky was dull gray, the kind that fit the mood of the day. The sound of the priest’s voice droned softly through the cemetery air, and people stood with their heads bowed, dressed in black. I held Zayn close, his little hand clutching the edge of my coat. The bandage on my arm ached beneath my sleeve, but the pain was nothing compared to the weight pressing on my chest. Grace’s coffin sat at the center, surrounded by flowers. Her death still didn’t feel real. One minute, she’d been laughing in the kitchen, helping me with Zayn’s bottle; the next, she was gone—caught in Queen’s madness.

Either way, I was prepared and would make sure I dealt with whoever was waiting for me outside. As we passed through the grand doors stepping outside, my eyes caught the black car parked in the lot and beside it a man I knew very well—in a white suit and polished shoes. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Gray,” I muttered. How’s this possible? I thought to myself as I stared at him wide-eyed. Gray and I go back a long time. We were close buddies and both part of the organization. But shockingly, when he was sent on a mission by the organization, news came back saying he was dead. So how the hell was he here, and why?

A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Stop… please…” she begged. But her body didn’t listen. One hand slid down her stomach and between her legs again. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "You feel that?" Sabine whispered. "That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife."