Dennis Nedry Death Novel Novels & Stories

"Gasp!!!" Back in the real world, Dennis jolted awake. He shot up off the leather couch as if he'd been electrocuted, gasping for air in great heaving breaths. "Huff... huff..." Sweat had already soaked clean through the back of his expensive shirt. Dead? Had he really... died? At the hands of the owner of this unremarkable-looking black motorhome? Along with all of Gigatron, along with his Apaches, every last one of them sacrificed for nothing?

“Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.” I instantly panick and the room starts to spin. I can feel the heat raise to my temples and the sweat starts to bead around my eyes and lips. As I start to panick further, I hear a loud sound upstairs and then a giggle. Suddenly, e

Denise was humming gleefully as she stepped out of her car. She was waiting for any news from Donnie as in their last conversation he mentioned he was about to take care of Hannah. "A world without that bitch." She mumbles merrily. But as soon as she opened her home fear crept onto her whole body. Her whole living room was filled with screenshots of her conversation with Donnie. ~How do you want her to die? ~A bullet to the head.~

“Find your powers. Kill them.” Darkness swallowed me. Blurred edges closed in. I slipped into a loop…into the shackles of death. ************* DEATH LOOP: Denny lay sprawled on the wet floor, water flowing under him, dragging his body across the corners of the darkness…until a rush of water flushed over his face, flooding his nostrils. He jolted awake, coughing and gasping for breath. “Delyvester…” A dreadful voice whispered in the shadows. Denny scrambled to his feet, water dripping from his clothes onto the floor, each droplet in rhythm with his ragged breathing.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

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She's never coming back! Daniel sprawled across the back seat, bawling his eyes out. He didn't stop until they reached the police station. "Ed, I won't let Helen die for nothing. I will get justice for her." Uncle Ed gazed at him intensely for a moment but said nothing more. He only let out a heavy sigh and brought Daniel to identify my remains. The moment Daniel laid eyes on my corpse, he broke down in tears again. He pointed at the jagged cracks on my skull in disbelief, his voice trembling. "Did she do this to herself? How much pain was she in? And I didn't know any of it. I'm the one who killed her. I don't deserve to call myself her uncle!"

Matt said seriously. Jodi nodded and walked away. Matt strode to the lobby doors which were propped open. There was a body on a gurney covered by a sheet. Dennis was taking nail samples off a body on the floor. A gun and a wallet were in evidence bags a few feet away. “Hey, Sheriff,” Dennis greeted nonchalantly. How the hell can he sound so normal while handling a dead body? “Hey. All three suspects are dead?” “Yep. Including that poor girl over there,” Dennis said as he nodded to the stretcher.

He knew the stars would be the last sight he would ever see. Bryan kept trying to think about his wife and son and not about being killed. He could still taste the blood in his mouth from being punched and then kicked in his face by a prison guard. The blood in Bryan’s mouth was now becoming intermingled with his tears. He couldn’t stop thinking about what his cellmate told him. Denise told him about how a Boneseeker Man killed her husband. She told him that a woman she worked for, who called herself Princess Death Row, killed her husband by feeding him to the Boneseeker Man, which was an extraterrestrial predator. Denise also told Bryan that he would die soon and that his body would be conv

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...