Jojen Reed Death Novels & Stories

The words were so blunt and so unexpected I was so sure he couldn't quite process them. "What?" He frowned, the gun lowering a fraction of an inch. "Robertson Hendricks. He's dead." I nodded, my gaze jumping from his gun to his face and settling there. "I…No. What happened?" He lowered his gun. I simply stared at him with a sly smile. "What do you think?" Blinking rapidly as if trying to absorb the words, father Reed glared at me when he finally figured it out, clenching his jaw.

“You’ve always been sickly. I suggested taking you to the hospital, but you refused. Jacob told me long ago that something was off about you, but I still chose to believe you instead of him!” He called for his bodyguards to lock Rachel up. As he stared at my body silently, he used a clean cloth to wipe away the blood on my face. He called out my name repeatedly, but no one answered. In the end, Mark could no longer hold back his sadness. He fell to the floor and covered his eyes in anguish. “Jane’s dead… I killed her… “I’ll pay for your life… Jane, just wait for me…” I watched coldly, but my resentment grew.

Reed didn't answer immediately; he was looking at the screen with an expression I'd never seen on him, not fear exactly, something older than fear, the specific quality of someone confronting something they'd filed under impossible and were now being required to re-file. "Reed," I said. "She's been dead for thirty years," he said quietly, to the screen rather than to us. "I attended her funeral. I identified her remains." He looked up, and what was in his face now was the particular vertigo of a man whose foundational understanding of the last three decades had just shifted under him. "The Accord told us she died in custody. They showed us documentation." He looked at me. "Her name is Celest

Their faces unrecognizable as the only one he recognized was his rage. Some of the officers noticed how weird he's acting, but none of them could’ve predicted the next thing. BANG! The bullet of the .40 Smith and Wesson went straight towards the head of the now deceased Fred Jules Leopold as he fell swiftly to his death. August, who was cuffed to him fell with him. “Jameson! What is the meaning of this?” “You won’t understand. He killed my daughter.” Tears started falling from his already watery eyes.

“You spent most of your life terrified of it.” “Yes.” Silence had once meant a system was preparing something. An unanswered message meant danger. An empty archive meant someone had been erased. Now silence could simply mean nobody needed anything. Elena liked that. The following morning, Justice Reed died. Elena received the news from Anna. Natural causes. Ninety-three years old. At home. Her family had been with her. Elena sat quietly after the call. Justice Amara Reed had once looked across a courtroom and told the Blackwoods something nobody in their family had understood:

Reed’s body jolted violently. He gasped, choked, and his eyes widened—then slowly softened. His head tilted. His fingers went limp. His chest stopped moving. Serena fell to the ground, shaking. “No… no… no…” Reed Alphonso was dead. The guards laughed. Jake smirked. Robert wiped the blade clean. Only Serena cried. Only she felt the world break. Only she noticed the small shadow standing behind the guards. Liam had been forced to watch. The little boy—barely six—stared at his father’s body hanging from the post.

Jared asked, unmoved about the news of the war “The blue moon pack apparently. Someone from crimson said her child was missing some weeks back if you remember” “I have been stressing a lot. I actually don’t remember” Jared said “Martha’s child, Eddie. The one you told one of your guards to look into?” Alice said “I did? Amazing. I don’t even remember any of it. Any ways, what’s wrong?” Jared ask d “Apparently, Eddie was found this morning , dead and hung at the gate of the blue moon valley. His body was hung right there” he said

Joshua told Ben. “Indeed,” Ben agreed. “But it is easy to find someone who will continue what I started. However, that would mean that just like before, everyone will die. Just like her parents, Freea, Klide, and your parents.” Harvhey died before. So Jeonghan felt the range on his chest when he heard from him about his father. “Why are you…” Bang! Dust in the air. A single deafening came from behind in the Western corner. One men was dropped dead.

“... and what started out as a publicity stunt at KKTM radio turned into a war between the sexes. And ladies, thanks to some cunning planning, it was a knockout in the first round. Jenny Reed turned the tables on her co-host of Red Wine For Breakfast, Johnny King, by answering his sexual proposal with a marriage proposal complete with wedding gown, brides maids and a real life judge. The talk at the station was that Mr. King has been officially dethroned. Way to go, Jenny. “On a sadder note, the body of KKTM’s program director Gayle McGee, was found early this morning. The police are still investigating, but the first reports are calling it a suicide. We’ll have updates on the six and eleven

Selene. “MOM.” Reed ran towards her and put her face on his lap. “Mom, open your eyes. Please mom.” Reed cried and it tugged to my heart. “Mom please.” He sobbed before breaking down and hugging her close to his chest. Selene was dead. She was killed. But by who? Andrew?