Dennis Nedry Death Novel Novels & Stories

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Three days ago was the day the drug dealers took me away. Looking at Zack's distant expression, I suddenly remembered how, at Mom's funeral, he'd tearfully asked me to drop dead. Would he be happy to know that I was dead now? I quietly stayed by his side, watching as he methodically cleaned up the autopsy table. Everyone started returning one by one. Zack's assistant soon walked in with a document in hand. "Are the results ready?" he asked, looking at the assistant. The assistant nodded, his expression turning grim. "I ran a DNA comparison at the police database. The victim is…"

Denis said. Frank sneered, “If I didn’t have a trump card, then I probably would have been killed by the both of you. It doesn’t concern me anymore that you’re just hired thugs. You deserve to die for making a move against me.” Having said that, the pudgy old man moved again. Another black light flashed. There was an afterimage of something turning in the air. The uniquely shaped knife passed through Denis’s neck and drew an arc, then pierced through Erik’s neck. It left identical, bloodied holes in the center of both their necks.

“Come on, Neriah. Don’t act so new. You married a Chadwick, remember? Dead bodies are practically a family tradition.” He wasn't lying but still I couldn't get myself to just act like this was normal. I stared at him, disgust and confusion battling for first place. “Denver, the last time I checked, you’re supposed to be dead.” He chuckled and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Same as you, Neriah. Your loving husband just pronounced you dead on national television, remember?” I froze. Anger glazing every oxygen in my lungs. He'd watched the news.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

“That’s it. He’s nothing. Which means, he is really related on this case because someone erased it for him.” Suddenly, someone passed by, and so they quickly covered the screen of the PC. The detective who saw them, tilted his head in wonder and asked, “What are you doing?” “N-Nothing,” Ned answered. “We are just looking for a good coffee shop to visit. I suddenly wanted to eat cake.” Adler looked at Ned whom he always calls ‘idiot’. He had to admit that Ned is sometimes useful in case of emergency. While Ned was busy entertaining the other detective, Adler closed the PC and stood up.

“Are you an accomplice of Memphis?” He shook his head. “No.” The truth serum ensured no lies. My heart eased slightly, though I kept my guard up. “Did you take Ned and Janine?” His eyes were filled with something unreadable. “I took Ned. Not Janine.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Where is Ned?” Alistair leaned forward slightly. His voice was calm, too calm. “Dead. I killed him.” The words hit me like a punch. My breath caught in my throat. “Why?” My voice cracked. “Why would you do that?”

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Once the Death lord reached the secret chambers, the guards there bowed their head before opening the door for him to go in. Once the Death lord spy saw the Death lord, he bowed his head and the Death lord smirked. "Your sudden arrival marvel's me Dennis, what brings you here and in such short notice?" The Death lord asked as he sat down. "My Lord, I have come with great news." Dennis said. "The people of Levine have decided to go into war with Narlands but I am confused about a certain someone," Dennis said. "And who might that be?" The Death lord asked him. "Diana, my Lord. Do you know she is now a part of Levine officials?" Dennis asked rhetorically. The Death lord raised his brows slight

The realization of Laura's earlier words hit her like a ton of bricks, and she broke down into hysterics. Laura and Ned, who had been watching the whole ordeal with satisfaction, finally departed, leaving Kathy to her fate. The room, filled with the stench of death and decay, was the last place Laura wanted to be. If it weren't for the sweet satisfaction of watching Kathy's downfall, she would have gladly left the cursed place behind. "Is this what you wanted?" Ned asked, his teeth still buried in Laura's flesh. Despite the pain, she nodded, a smug smile playing on her lips.