Nearly Headless Nick Deathday Party Novels & Stories

Nick acknowledged "Well, you will get to know how people feel about you. There will be those who want to be sure you are dead and those who will be sad," he said "I know. I will know those who truly love me. Let the photographer take pictures of all those who will come for the ceremony. Open a book for guests to sign in. I will need that together with the pictures. I will find the idiots who killed my parents and they will go down with the Hayford family. Now I do know, they want me to go with my parents so it is time to give them my attention," Nick said

Nick smiled mischievously and said," Wellllllllll! Nothing much!.... Just come to my birthday party!" Zieve's facial expressions became cold once again listening to what Nick said and he denied saying that he hated attending parties and social events. Nick was aware of this fact and he also knew that it won't be easy to make him agree to come to the party. Zieve hated high profile parties and used to always run from such kind of events. But, Nick was not ready to give up. All these years Nick never asked Zieve to attend his birthday party but today was different, he had thought of something and his plan would only be successful if Zieve agreed to come to the party. Finally, Zieve had to give

I pressed my lips into a thin line, avoiding his eyes. Sensing my unease, Diego pulled my face back to his with his hand under my chin. There was a crease on his forehead that suggested, he was worried about me. "Nick never keeps things as he said they would be. This evening could be more than a simple house party, perhaps more of clubbing. Is that okay with you?" He asked, sounding concerned and exasperated at the same time. Who didn't know Nick Klein, the avid party animal? I had not even expected him to throw a decent party from the beginning but then, it would be better than the old boring grand event parties.

slow, like it mattered. I was almost afraid to breathe. "Can I ask you something?" I blurted out, needing to break the moment. "Anything," he said, his voice low, a little rough. "You never showed up... at Lucas’s funeral," I said, the words sharper than I meant. "If you guys were that close, why didn’t you come?" Nick’s whole face changed. The easy smile dropped. His jaw tightened. He looked away. "I don't do goodbyes," he said, his voice tight. "I... couldn't handle it."

he stated with desperate eyes but of cause Klaus didn’t have the answer, like hell no one did. “Leave. I want to be alone” Nick announced returning to his cold and distant personality while Klaus knew it was best not to push it and left. He picked up his glass pouring in some wine and lifted it in cheers to the air “happy death day, mother” he breathed raising the glass to his lips but couldn’t bring himself to take a sip. “Do I even deserve to celebrate your death?” He scoffed in frustration as the words of the doctor filled his memory. “He’s the only one that can say what happened” a middle aged man said to Mr. Harrington while adjusting his specs which caused ten years old Nick to open hi

Before I can even find my bearings, a familiar figure detaches himself from a cluster of people near the box office. "Syd!" Nicholas calls out, his face lighting up. He reaches me in three long strides and pulls me into a brief, supportive hug. "I’m so glad you could make it. I know today wasn't easy." "I wouldn't miss this for the world, Nick," I say, smoothing down the front of my coat, and trying not to think too hard about the pain that exploded in my arm from where my wounds are. He pulls back, his expression softening into one of sympathy. "I wanted to offer my condolences again. The funeral... I saw the clips on the news. It looked intense. And speaking of intense, did you ever get ar

“Are you ok Mom? Did you get hurt too?” “No, son.” She lifted her gaze only to meet his livid, scrutinizing look. Nathan gave her a side hug before facing the Beta. “Nick, make the necessary arrangements for my father’s funeral. Also, send the news of his passing to the neighboring and allied packs, they are welcome to attend Dad’s funeral,” he ordered before sudden dizziness overtook him, and he succumbed back into the darkness. “Nathan!”

he said turning to go back to his office. Oh God. I was a dead man; I already saw my name in the newspaper in a headline: "He died of suffocation from having a dumbbell stuck in his throat" Unless... *** "No, Mark, I can't.” Nick said. "My grandmother is hospitalized and Mom said all her grandchildren had to go see her.” explained my coworker.

"With pleasure," This was my role in the club, the reason they called me Death. And while it took a piece of my soul each time, I knew it was necessary. I turned back to Nick, Derick ain't taken no chances and now it was our turn. The war was just beginning, and I was prepared to bring death to his doorstep.

Our next meet was when she died. "Code red! Code red! Calling for Grim 10897456 to the afterlife inn." After the Grim Reaper conference at the Ministry of Death that lasted for two days, this was the announcement I heard when I came out of the haunted house. This century's death ministry is a huge amusement park. Senior Grim's say it fluctuates with each passing century. Yet I have no idea if that is true or not. Well, I don't care either. The code mentioned is mine so I went straight to the ferris wheel which is the way to the after life inn. However before I could board Gavin teased me.