Jean Gray Death Novels & Stories

Chapter 126 Scarlett's video was eleven minutes long. It opened with her sitting at her desk, looking at the camera, hands folded, the expression of a woman about to present a thesis. "This is the Graysler series finale," she said. "Not because it ends, because the hiding does." She showed the evidence not as proof of a scandal, but as evidence of two people navigating something real with care.

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

I mean, I was single, but… my first thought drifted back to Dante, who was very much still in the picture right now. “There’s no direct answer to that,” I replied, and he sighed sadly. “What about you, Mr. Grey? Are you single? Don’t you have a mate?” He looked down for a brief second, his finger brushing the edge of his glass before he said quietly, “She died.” My breath hitched. “Oh my God… I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that.” “It’s fine,” he said quickly, waving a hand, brushing it off. “It’s been years. I’ve already made peace with it. That’s why I’m trying to move on… trying to find someone else.”

“Mr. Grey, I’m your mother’s lawyer. I’m calling to discuss her estate. She left a will stating that everything goes to Ms. White. I just need confirmation that you’ve been informed.” Xavier’s grip tightened on his phone, and his voice grew tense. “Can you stop with the games? Do you think it’s fun playing a fool of me?” The lawyer’s voice remained cold. “No one is playing a fool of you. Your mother was buried today. We’re handling her affairs as she requested.” Xavier abruptly ended the call. He walked over to the urn, crouched down, and picked up a bit of the spilled ashes. Ashes were nothing like flour, and the difference was obvious.

When I got to the end, my eyes widened slightly. “Rhea knows about this already?” I raised my eyes to meet Nathan's. “Yeah. Madam already found out about it when she talked to Ginny's nanny before the accident. Madam promised to get in touch with Grace but she couldn't due to the accident.” “Where is she now? Grace?” “Dead.” Nathan said flatly, “Her sickness took over and since she had no money for treatment, she died. It also seems like something sped it up but since I already got the information I wanted, I didn't bother to check why she died so early.” Nathan explained.

After a short while of silence, the owner of Eden Joy snarled, “What did you say!? Adalon is dead!? Guardian Trade, are you certain you know what you’re talking about?” Cold beads of sweat were oozing from Guardian Trade’s forehead as he replied bitterly, “Master, Master Gray is dead. I’m not lying. He’s killed by a young man called Kayson.”

She was still looking at the glowing monitor and replaying and watching over and over again the same videos that she must've already seen hundreds of times. "Jean, where's Stefan? Didn't he go with you? We have to quickly arrest him?" Said Mr. Gray as he began looking for his handcuffs and revolver. "He already went there," Jean responded. "After we looked at the report at the forensic lab, he quickly went to catch Dr. Killer before he ran away."

But then if I did , my journey would end here as Gray would never allow me leave the house . I slowly walked out and laid on the bed , trying to at least rest and relax for a little bit. " Luna get your lazy ass up.,.it isn't anything serious". I scolded myself for the third and lifted myself up to get dressed. But as my body would have it, I laid again on the bed and in a few minutes time drifted off to sleep without even realizing. GRAY'S POV. " Really, he's dead ? Did you identity the body properly" . I asked Collins,with my voice really sounding cold .

I looked down at my chest and there were several holes from his teeth marks and my blood spewed from them like a smooth crimson stream. "Grey! Noooo!" It was Recce. He finally killed Zeph and tried to run over to me but Zane stood in his way. I had lost. I was a failure. My eyes slowly began to close peacefully and then I heard feet thudding lightly towards me. It was probably Zane coming to finish me off. My sight was blurry but I could make out a figure in a white gown. A ghost perhaps. "Grey. No!" Before my eyes closed, they caught a faint glimpse of a figure with brown hair.