After I Play Dead My Four Moms Break Novels & Stories

Mom cried harder, rambling on about things I’d done when I was little. Unexpectedly, I felt calm—no sense of relief at all. The day I’d dreamed of as a child had finally come… but only after I died. I was already dead. None of this mattered anymore. I sighed, letting out years of pent-up frustration. But even so, I still couldn’t leave. Mom went to see Mrs. Wilson. In the living room, Mom’s eyes were swollen from crying. She knelt on the ground, begging desperately. “Can you let me pay my respects to Zinnia?

"Zayn, you have examined that corpse, is it Petra?" "No, it's not her!" Mom squealed out loud, "It's her trap to seek attention. She and others lied that she was dead to see how we would react. It's just a little trick she is used to applying. You all know it!" Seeing that no one echoed her words, Mom turned to Zayn, "Zayn, am I right?" She wanted to hear a confirmatory agreement. But Zayn just sat there, face sullen and speechless.

Naomi Pov I stood still confuse of what he means by stepmom,my mom just died two years ago in a car accident as she was going to work,l could remember that worst day of my life,l was in the sitting room pressing my phone when my dad came back in tears saying that my mom's dead l nearly collapse as my wedding with Grayson was just a week before she died,l felt the pain l have never felt in my entire life,not even Grayson cheat can be compared to the pain of my mom's death, daughter what's botherinhg you,my father startled me,oh my gosh l was lost in thought,my mind came back to what he told me earlier,Dad you replaced my mom even without letting me know,is that how you neglect me,l said stari

"Honey, I know the loss of your loved ones has hit you hard, but you need to take good care of yourself, too. We still have Billy. If something happens to you, too, what will Billy and I do?" Every time he tricked me into drinking it, I would hear Dad's voice. But the so-called "predictions" from Dad? It was all just Felix—no, Malcolm—messing with my head, deliberately trying to make me believe that something supernatural had happened. Dad, Asher, Jasper, even Billy—they had all died at Malcolm's hands. He had murdered them all! I had already pieced all this together in my previous life. And I'd already called the cops after Billy died as well.

I could see the claw still shrinking, vanishing an atom at a time, but it would reach me first, and I would die. Oddly enough, it was my mom that dealt the killing blow. "I wanna drink that cum," she moaned, fingers deep in her pussy. Sabrina grinned at her and rolled off me, spreading her legs wide. Mom dove in with a hunger that NOBODY could fake. There was real desire there, and I knew, I KNEW we could bring her back. She wasn't dead inside, wasn't a soulless machine. She probably just needed some fucking therapy. Why was that only occurring to me now?

As I watched her take off her shoes, I instinctively stepped forward, ready to hang up her coat. It was my duty in this family. Standing before her, I spoke softly, "I was wrong. I'll work even harder in the future. Will you forgive me?" However, my words faded into the air. My mom did not hear a thing. Instead, she frowned slightly in irritation. "My ears suddenly feel itchy. Am I getting sick?" I stood there awkwardly, lowering my head to look at my own transparent body. I had almost forgotten. I was already dead, and no one could hear the words of the dead.

His eyelids were twitching constantly, but even so, he remained completely motionless inside the coffin. I couldn't help but wonder if Mom and Dad, who were lying next to him and faking their deaths as well, would become so enraged that they would sit up. After all, they were hearing their worthless daughter slap their precious son. In the meantime, the onlookers, who were shocked by my reaction, quickly stepped in to hold me back. I took the opportunity to bury my face in Lucy Hall's, my neighbor's, shoulder. "Why did I have to be the one left alive, Lucy? Mom and Dad are gone, and Draco is dead, too. How did the Lancaster family—?"

It was the same physiological reaction I'd had when I was conned. I pressed my lips together and let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Didn't you say getting scammed just proved I was stupid? Fine, I accept that. But now that I've used the exact same method to get my money back, you can't really blame me, can you? Tell me, Mom. Am I smart enough now?" With every single word I spoke, her trembling grew worse until her legs finally gave out, and she collapsed on the floor. Still clutching at straws, she desperately unlocked her phone and hit the voice call button.

I needed to know what was going on with her. And this was good for me too, because it was helping distract me from my pain and depression. She started playing with her fingers nervously. “I don’t want you to judge me or anything, okay?” I nodded. “And you can’t tell anyone else.” “Sage, I won’t. Just tell me what’s going on that’s got you so distraught like this.” She released a shaky breath. “My mom is dead,” she blurted out, the tears that were in her eyes running down her face freely now. “She’s dead and it’s all my fault.” She was now sobbing, her entire body shaking as she did.

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.