Paul Greyrat Death Novels & Stories

“Certainly not the kind of person I want around my son. Now, if you’ll excuse me. My team and I need to get ready for your wolf friends.” As Paul watched Mary leave, he felt numb all over. He knew his time had come to die because he was bound to be around Jeremy if he got rescued eventually. From what Mary had planned, it might not even come to that but either way, he was fucked. “Oh, god.” Paul looked down at his trembling hands. His fate was sealed!

I asked him. Chester, Louis, Kevin and Phil were all in the room sitting around a table and they all stood up when I arrived. This definitely had to do with Grant, they were panicking and now hiding out together. I had been working on a plan to kill the rest and it seemed that fate was smiling down on me. “Grant Greene’s dead,” Chester said. “I’m sorry for your loss,” I said automatically. “He was murdered Griffin, in his office,” Louis said his eyes darting around the room.

“What about it? You didn’t tell anyone, did you?” “No. I just want to know more about them. We can’t rule out the fact that two people are dead and someone out there could be mimicking this ritual’s MO.” Paul shook his head in resignation, avoiding my eyes. “I’m not in the right state of mind when I told you about that.” He stood up abruptly, tucking his hands in his pants pocket. “Just forget about it, alright. You’re right when you said I’m making things up. People said my grandfather is crazy.” A nervous chuckle slipped from his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. “We should probably head to the conference. It’s almost time.”

"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

"Dr. Shah was the doctor who signed her death certificate saying she died in an accident." "Are you sure?" Marcus asked. "Yes, Margaret showed me all the documents when she visited." I looked at Adrian. "Dr. Shah ruled Grace's death accidental even though your father cut her brake lines." Adrian turned back to the files in his hands and I could see him struggling to focus on the words because reading was still hard after the coma, but he squinted at the papers anyway. "These payments," he said slowly. "They're huge, what was Father paying him for?"

Elliot's face was ashen, his thin lips moved, but he did not make a sound. "I have sent someone to inform the relatives of the servants of the Gould family that their remains have been taken away by their next of kin," Nick said. "The scene was not cleaned up. You can go in and have a look!" Elliot suddenly thought of a person. "What about Paul?" Nick sighed. "Paul is Gary's adopted son. He killed a lot of people for Gary... and offended a lot of people. Including his old enemy who started this."

he asked. Katie Clyde then took his arm and led him out of their apartment, pointing towards a car parked in the compound. Pascal had noticed the car earlier but hadn't given it much thought. "The young man who visited Granny Fray is her dead son," Katie Clyde explained, her voice trembling. "Granny Fray had told me he died in a car accident, and that was the exact car he passed away in." Despite Katie Clyde's emotional reaction, Pascal couldn't help but chuckle at her response. She had been with her dead parent's corpses throughout the day. "Why are you laughing?" she asked in confusion.

His cell phone rang, he brought it out from his pocket and answer it without checking the callers name. "Hey son." Robert Mirror deep baritone voice came out from the speaker. "Hey dad." "I was just calling to tell you that I miss your cooking son, when are you coming home?" Robert asked. "In about two hours from now dad, I am going through some works. Drake is dead, I killed him." Paul said without missing a word. "Oh, what did he do?" Robert Paul asked not surprise.

Guilt began to eat away at her at a rapid pace as she ran out of the room and out of the house. And that may have been the last time anyone ever saw Cleo. … After Paul left his grandfather’s house, on his way to Benjamin’s, he ran into Mateo, who stared at him with a smirk on his face, “Paul, how are you?” He greeted as Paul stared at him, “Tough crowd, I was just on my way to your grandfather’s house, you might’ve heard the news about my father’s passing,” he said as Paul chuckled, “You mean your father’s murder?” He asked as Mateo’s smirk dropped, “My father died, he wasn’t murdered,” he said as Paul smirked before his face went blank, “Honestly, I don’t care if you killed the bastard or n

Something flickered in Paul's eyes, but it disappeared quickly. "Nothing," he answered. Lucien laughed bitterly. "Nothing?" he repeated. "He died." Paul looked away briefly. "He wasn't supposed to be there." The answer stunned Lucien. Paul sighed. "The target was Gerard. Not Vincent. He simply happened to be with him." Lucien's chest tightened painfully. For years, he had imagined countless possibilities. Yet hearing the truth was somehow worse. His brother had died simply because he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.