Jean Gray Death Novels & Stories

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.

The air in the room seemed to freeze as the final layers of the Grayson family’s deception were peeled back. What should have been a moment of clarity instead plunged Xavier Grayson into a deeper, darker abyss of regret and unanswered questions. "Dead... he's dead?" Old Mrs. Grayson’s face turned a ghostly white. A few seconds later, her strength failed her, and she collapsed toward the floor. "Grandmother!"

I remained silent and waited for her to keep talking. “Since you’re gonna die later, let me just tell you these, Jane. Remember the night that I hit your head to the point that I thought you died? I said something about the love of my life, Gray, right? Ha! Since you guys have been going out for a while now, I guess you’re not that stupid to realize that Gray isn’t the one who asked me to kill you. In fact, he didn’t know anything about it…” Just like what I was thinking. How could Gray act so in love ever since he saw me if he really wanted to kill me that night?

he added as he rubbed her arms softly “No, no it’s fine, I was,,,’ she paused and sniffled “I was just startled by what I saw” “I think….i think Colton is dead Grey” she blurted and his eyes widened Grey released his hands off her shoulders and she noticed the sudden change in his countenance, he was shocked. “Dead? He can’t be dead, Bernard said he wasn’t going to kill him” Grey mouthed as he moved away from Joan “And you believe him?” Joan asked in a disappointed tone “I did” Grey muttered

‘I miss my mother’s cooking’, ‘I miss my hometown’, ‘I lived a great life’, ‘I wish I did something to achieve my dreams’, ‘I have no regrets’, ‘If only I can turn back time’, ‘I don’t want to die’, ‘I’m scared. But if death is so inevitable, how come we are never prepared for it? “Graaaaay!” The howling of Zia Scott had utterly defeated the blaring sirens of police cars parked in front of the abandoned factory. But in opposition to her roaring cries, her fragile body could not free itself from the restraining arms of Edward Bartlett. Even under the dim moonlight and dancing red and blue lights, Gray’s critical wounds were evident. Her already pale complexion had turned even paler. She was w

I felt a wave of despair wash over me, and tears streamed down my face as I realized the gravity of my situation. I resigned myself to my fate with a sigh, perhaps this was an atonement for my father's sins. The goddess seemed to demand my blood as a price for redemption. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I thought about my life - Emmeline Gray, the only child of Santos Gray, dying in a dungeon. It was a fate I never could have imagined.

" Yes he did." " We should leave soon." I say. " Stupid fucker." Sinister yells and tries to pull the trigger. Gray scoffs and shoots him on the head. Oh god , double death. " Let's go." Gray grabs my arm and leads me out of the room. The gun shot didn't stop. We storm out as bullet flies in from every corner. " Take cover." Gray drags me to a corner with his back against the fight. " I know you freaked out. I never wanted you to watch me kill someone." He says.

One of them quickly fast-forwarded the video until the end, which showed Alora shrieking and Mitchell dying after coughing blood and convulsing. Huh? At the sight of his grandson’s death, Henry shook violently and cried out. “Bad news, Mr. Henry! Mr. Mitchell is dead!” At that moment, an elderly man in gray shouted from the entrance. Whoosh! All heads swiveled to the man who had just appeared. His face was pale, his right arm severed, and his body covered in dried blood. “Grayson, what on earth happened?” Holding on to his family members for support, Henry clutched his chest and asked Grayson.