Death Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

he said. She accepted the money and smiled meaningfully. I wondered how Nathan would react if he learned the truth about his fiancee. Suddenly, his phone buzzed with a news alert. [Fifteen-Year-Old Girl Selling Flowers Hit and Killed by Truck!] Just as Nathan was about to check it, Erika snatched his phone away. “Honey, it’s late. Let’s go to sleep.” Too bad. He almost saw the news. Time passed, and Nathan received a message from my phone.

I tried calling again, but this time, her phone was turned off. 'You said you were staying at your bestie's house, but you're with Shawn,' I thought bitterly. I didn't need any more confirmation. I closed my eyes. 'Sandra, it seems that to you, the happiness of our family means less than a birthday date with Shawn.'

He knew it was tomorrow, so he engrossed himself in work to forget about it and not even think of it for a second. “And I know it’s also your birthday, so can I get a cake and…” “Stop!!” Coyle roared angrily when he heard her mention his birthday; he could guess she already had plans of celebrating it or maybe throwing a party, and he didn't want that. “Don’t think of that; tomorrow is my parents' death anniversary, and we will go to the cemetery and the reception. That’s all about that day, understood?” He questioned, and Hazel was surprised to see the angry look he had while saying this. Did he hate his birthday?

Conrad "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, happy birthday. Happy birthday, my baby." I pulled my sheets and cover my whole body with it when I heard someone singing a happy birthday. I don't have to open my eyes to know who's singing because I already know it's my mother and Maddox, and my mother knows how much I hate my birthday. There's no particular reason why I hate it, it's just that I can't stand the awkward silence after singing the happy birthday song, I can't seem to find the right words to say.

She had escaped from the crypt. "He's not dead! He's not dead!" Daphne threw herself onto the coffin, pounding on the lid like a woman possessed, her voice so shredded it was barely human. "Stellan isn't dead! He's not dead! He's not dead! You can't bury him! He's really not dead!" The chapel erupted. Everyone stared at Daphne in shock, then at the coffin, then at each other.

"You fucking liar, Felicia Cooper! Your brother's dead now because the doctors failed to save him! I hope you spend the rest of your life wallowing in regret!" I cried out in despair, letting out a muffled groan through the thick fabric. Tears streamed down my face. I hated Dylan with every fiber of my being. I swore that I never wanted to see him again if there was an afterlife. The doorlock beeped. The countdown also reached zero. My consciousness faded. As I fell to the ground, the door was pushed open. Dylan walked in with a birthday cake in his hands, his voice light and cheery as he said, "See? I told you that you wouldn't die. You're still alive and kicking, aren't you? Happy b—"

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.

From then on, he was going to spend the rest of his life behind bars. Eventually, my body was cremated. At my grave, Hazel lowered her head while gently caressing my tombstone. She then leaned down to kiss it with a look of devotion. "Danny, you're my fiancé. In this life and the next, we will always be husband and wife." Her eyes were somewhat empty, yet her tone remained sweet, as if she were truly a newlywed bride. The comments began to surface once again. "All I can say is, love that comes too late is utterly worthless."

I could feel my blood freeze in my veins, and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to kill myself so that I could keep her company in death. Everything had happened too suddenly. My life of happiness had suddenly plunged into hell. First, I learned that my husband of ten years cheated on me and brought home his mistress and bastard son. Then, my smart, beautiful daughter died on the same day as well. Was it just an accident? Could all of this just be a coincidence? A huge wave of resentment washed over me, finally snapping me back to my senses. I shoved Camden aside and called a number that I hadn't called in a very long time.

“Hey hey hey, Jack, did you watch the death broadcast last night? It was too exciting. It was simply too enjoyable! That Death Inquisitor was too awesome. Too cool. Two people were killed by him at the New York City Police Station. Don’t you think it’s awesome? Too awesome!” Jack smiled faintly and said, “All right. You can go back. You can watch it when you go home.” Thompson shook his head and said, “No, no, no. My phone doesn’t have any traffic. What if those people die on the way home? I can’t miss such a wonderful scene of death! I have to watch those people die before I leave!” “Then why don’t you go back to the day shift?” “All right. Then you can go back!” Thompson waved his hand and