Nick Clark Death Novels & Stories

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

With her shoulder high she read from her “Good evening. We interrupt with developing news out of Queens. At approximately 3:40 PM today, authorities discovered the bodies of restaurant owner Marcus Clark, his wife, and their twelve year old son inside their home. Sources confirm all three died from gunshot wounds.” A photo of the Clark family appeared behind her frozen smiles that didn’t match the headline.

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

FEW WEEKS LATER....... I stood before Nicole's tombstone, the crisp winter air stinging my face. I recalled it was just a usual day of me waiting for some news at the hospital while thinking of a way, a glimmer of hope, to save Nicole. But then the hospital's call came with its final blow. "Mr. Clinton, we're sorry to inform you that Nicole passed away last night, surrounded by our staff." The words were shocking, though I'd known it was coming. I had visited her once before her death and watched her fade away, bit by bit.

We all understood it was likely the final flare of life before an old man's passing. So when news came from home that Daniel had passed away, even though Nick was heartbroken, he did not show much emotion on the surface. I knew he had probably prepared himself countless times for that day… A question then arose in my mind. Should I tell Nick? If he knew that the special person he trusted and cherished in this world called "Claudia" had killed his dearest family member, how would he react? Neal looked at me questioningly. I said softly, "During New Year's, Nick's father, Daniel, passed away. Nick and I were abroad at the time."

Eli tried to throw himself forward to shield me, but Mom held him back with a firm grip, saying, "He needs to learn his lesson! He needs to understand what things he can and cannot say!" I overheard Mom and Dad talking in the kitchen the following day after the incident. Mom said through her tears, "He only has nine years left…" "I know," Dad said hoarsely." "J-Just nine years left…" It was only then that I understood that Eli was really going to die. It turned out that the numbers hovering above his head, unseen by anyone else, were the countdown to his lifespan. In the living room, Mom's and Dad's eyes were bloodshot as they carefully escorted Eli back to his bedroom.

They were still discussing and planning on how to get ahold of the key from Khloe when Martin got the news of Khloe's death. “That can't be true? These journalists are nothing but scammers. They just want their stories to go viral. I don't believe it, any of it…it's all nothing but lies. Those deceitful goons!!” Clark protested as he took Martin's phone. Martin moved closer to him as he said, “And look at this, it's four months ago. She's been dead for a long time now.” “What? How come we're just hearing this? This ought to be a prank or something,” Clark said.

Khloe's chest tightened, and she froze for a moment. After a long pause, she frowned. "Niel… didn't he die of illness? How could it…" "Niel did die of illness," Clarice interjected softly, taking over Khloe's thought, "but his illness was triggered by an accident."

He is not sad because of death, he will not be able to become president so he is sad, he had a chance next year to become President for next ten years but unfortunately he is a murderer now. Despite every need he wasn't satisfied but it is the end... On the day of his death, Clark asked him, 'Do you wanna say something, Sir...' I've not decided but now you asked me so I have to say something - "I am in the middle of the passage, passage to the destiny and destiny is Death!?" (and VC reached to his destiny)

Nurses rush in pushing us back. "Code blue!" Chest compressions. Paddles, shocking. Again. Again. The doctor shakes his head. "Time of death, 3:47 AM." Stops. Silence except for the flat tone. Caleb stands there frozen. Clara bursts in. "Marcus? Marcus!" She sees him and collapses. "No. No, please." Eleanor catches her. Clara sobbing. "I didn't get to say goodbye. I didn't tell him I loved him. I was so angry. About the will. About Lena. And now he's gone and I never…"