Nearly Headless Nick Deathday Party Novels & Stories

"I've told you never to call. Just text," "I know, I..." She could hear Hezekiah breathe in for a few seconds then out before saying, "Just wanted to see how you're doing. You haven't used your credit card in a week." "I didn't need it at the time." Then she let out an hiss. "Just tell me what you want for fuck's sake." "The party is this Friday. Nolan is celebrating his fifty-sixth birthday, and as always, he wants you there. It's a black and white casual event. He says he'd get you the dress and everything else when you're ready."

Chaos erupted, and the police arrived swiftly. Nick was arrested and sentenced to death. Those who hurt Benedetta and me were apprehended. The hub was shut down as investigations revealed its tax evasion and counterfeit products. Before his execution, Nick relinquished all his assets. I carefully placed Benedetta's belongings in their rightful place and held a grand, dignified funeral for her. Her kind, gentle soul deserved to be cherished and remembered.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. The nurse told me, gently, that a farmer who lived nearby had finally pulled me out from under the car. He had worked at it for almost an hour. By the time they got me to the hospital, the baby was already gone. I held the tears back. I stared at the ceiling. Before I had finished processing that I had lost a child, the internet was already on fire. Someone had filmed the crash site. The clip had been edited and spread everywhere.

“Nick is gone… but you’re still here.” “No.” The word came out sharp. Immediate. “No, he’s not gone,” I said, shaking my head quickly, my voice rising. “He can’t be. He’s—” “Lyra.” The healer’s voice cut through everything, his hands grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to turn. “Look at me.” I didn’t want to, but his grip tightened. “Nick is dead.” The world tilted. “No—” “Get it into your head,” he said, shaking me slightly now. “He’s gone.”

Nick I blacked out again, for who knows how fucking long this time. I come to blinking in the sunlight, descending some outdoor stage with Alessia on my arm. “That was a wonderful speech,” she quietly notes, wiping at her eyes. What the fuck is she talking about? “Will you speak at daddy’s funeral too? I don’t think… Don’t think I’ll be up to it.”

I smiled at this. “I need to talk to someone. Are you going to be okay?” he asked, getting up. “Me?" I asked, shocked. “I'll be fine, I just need to digest this.” I answered. “Ok, see you Hernandez.” He turned toward the door, but stopped. Before he left he whispered. “I trust you” and he was gone. Nick was dying. The guy who had grown up with me and was my best friend would only have a few more years to live. That was horrible. How could he take it so calmly?

How the hell had he ended up in Rina’s room? “You were drunk last night. I brought you back,” she said, swaying her hips as she walked to the bed and sat down beside him. Nick rubbed his temples, trying to piece together the fragments of last night. Yesterday was his father’s death anniversary. He’d gone to the cemetery. He had drunk heavily in front of the gravestone. He remembered that part clearly. He’d gotten totally wasted. But after that… what happened? Wait—he vaguely remembered seeing Candy… “Candy…” Nick murmured unconsciously.

Killian saw how Mikel’s mood depleted and ordered steak and eggs with a coke just to get the girl moving. “You okay?” “I just forgot how publicly Dominic died,” she said laughing humorlessly. “What do you mean?” “Nicky was in Boston. On my birthday. He was on his way to the airport to come back home when a high-speed car chase met up with him. The man rammed into Nicky’s car to get him off the road so he can escape the cops. He did it with so much force that Nicky lost control of the car he crashed through a median into an oncoming car, picking up another car along the way as they rolled. Nicky and a woman name Gloria Simon died. She was a grandmother on her way home to see her family.”

“Just try to step around them. Don’t look, if you can avoid it.” “Nicholas is dead?” I ask. Kane nods. “He died ten minutes ago. I heard him blow out his last breath.” “Dammit,” I say, and without any warning that it’s going to happen, I burst into tears. “It’s okay. Come on,” my mate says and pulls me into his warm embrace, running his hands up and down my back. “He’s with his mate. They’re happy. Glenn,” he goes on. “Phone the undertaker to come take them away, and get Omegas to clean this place up.”

Connor scolded unhappily, "What's gone? Celia, did Clarisse collude with you to deceive me again? Tell her that she will only make me hate her more by doing this!" Celia's voice was a little shrill. "Connor! Clarisse is dead! Dead!" "Enough!" Connor hung up immediately after he finished yelling. No matter how many calls Celia made, he did not pick up. He gently and patiently coaxed Rosalie who was crying beside him. Then, several flustered police officers came to the door, knocked, and said, "Connor, the head of the deceased has been found. Hurry up and come with us."