Jojen Reed Death Novels & Stories

Dead at only twenty-two—and Gio had killed him. Gio The broadcaster on the small television in Gio's garage stood outside the cemetery where services for Trinidad had been held. The light from the television screen was the only thing that illuminated the otherwise dark garage. Gio wasn't even listening anymore. He'd stopped listening hours ago, but still, he sat there on his Raiders beanbag, like he had for days, staring at the screen.

Kovval did not beat the bush. “How did you—” “I can tell.” She chuckles, leaning across her back more comfortably to her swivel chair. “Besides what business would you have her apart from telling me that Yna’s father has been murdered? Nothing.” “You doctors really know how to asses some person, do you?” Reed said.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

My back falls back on the door, resting against it as the tension I managed to subdue a while ago in Leo's presence begins to burst up inside me like boiling lava. Jayden died that night. He was fucking shot by his other psycho brother, Cole, who thought for a second that he shot either Alison or me. We don't even know how the hell he even got a fucking gun, but when he realized his mistake, he was already too late in trying to use Allison and me for his retribution because the police suddenly appeared out of nowhere and arrested him.

Reed turned on the television and coincidentally it was the news about a familiar man. "A man in his fifties fell to his death from the rooftop of a hotel earlier this morning, the man is identified to be Fred Riger, a married man with two kids, on the cctv footages, he was seen walking without any sense of self awareness, we are yet to find the cause of the suicide, the family of the deceased didn't allowed to be interviewed as they are still mourning, reporting—" Mr. Reed turned off the television and looked at the glass mirror that gives a view of the city.

Jim sits beside me, folding his paper neatly into his lap. “Every day I see you stumble out of that bar,” he says. “And every day I hope it’s the last time. But it never is.” I stare straight ahead, focusing on nothing. The ocean breeze rolls in from the cove, cool and sharp, cutting through the stench of vomit and stale whiskey. “You know,” Jim continues, “when Joanne died, I saw you and Nick die too. Maybe not all at once, but piece by piece. I’m just asking you — for God’s sake — stop killing yourself.”

He was also crying but he still put me first because I felt like I was going to faint from what I witnessed. Just like in my dream. It is true that Don Jose is dead. His body was so decomposed that we buried him without opening the coffin. Just like papa, we will also cremate Don Jose's body. All relatives and acquaintances of Don Jose attended. Almost all the townspeople sympathized with the loss of Don Jose. Even so, security is still tight at the Mansion because Beth has not been caught yet.

Pointing at Jasmine, she trembled, "You… you had Jerred killed?" "No, it wasn’t me!" Jasmine protested, her voice shaking. She was stunned that Eden had the video. Where did it come from? Edmund watched the video in stunned silence, his heart breaking. Turning to his daughter, he asked in anguish, "Your brother loved you so much. Why did you do this?" He had never known how Jerred died. He’d been told Jerred was in a car accident, and by the time he reached the hospital, Jerred’s body had already been cremated. He hadn’t even been able to say goodbye.

Jace paused, "what—” Reed coughed; it sounded more like he was choking on his own blood. His breathing was shallow, dragged, like each inhale was a war against his failing body. “They killed everyone,” he whispered with a hoarse voice. They had to draw near to hear him. Jace clenched his jaw. “What do you mean, everyone? Reed, speak to me!”

Jeo said and disconnected the call. "What? Is the work done?" Sara asked him "Yes. They have killed Eden" Jeo said "Good. Today is our lucky day. Our son woke up and this bitch died. Now, what should we do?" Sara asked him. "Time for acting. I need to visit Ethan" Jeo said and smirked evilly.