Death Notice Novels & Stories

"She was declared dead by the hospital four days ago. And you're only finding out now?" The room fell deathly silent. Everyone stood frozen as if struck by lightning. David's eyes widened, staring at the photo on the screen. "You must be mistaken. How could she be declared dead so suddenly?" He grabbed the officer's arm as his voice trembled. The officer impatiently shook him off. "The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?"

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

ANABEL’S POV The screen had been playing the same breaking news segment for nearly twenty minutes now, the anchor’s voice calm and practiced in that particular way news anchors trained themselves to sound when delivering the death of someone important, someone whose name alone could shift markets and make headlines overnight. Wilson Group Arthur Wilson Passes Away After Battle With Heart Disease. I’d read the caption so many times that it had stopped meaning anything, just shapes and letters blurring together every time fresh tears rose and fell.

"Where is Kira Collins! What have you done to my mate!?" He ran past me down the corridor, his shoulder cutting straight through mine like I was air. The guards dejectedly told them the truth. “Lady Kira is dead….!”

He laid it on the vanity beside the laptop and flipped it open. A death certificate stared up at me. Name: CLARA KANE Status: DECEASED Date of Death: 3 YEARS AGO Cause: COMPLICATIONS FOLLOWING NEUROLOGICAL TRAUMA I stared. The seal was real. The signatures were real. My stomach lurched. “This is a fake,” I said. “It’s legal,” he replied. “Which is what matters.” Anger flared, hot and blinding. “You declared me dead,” I said. “On paper. To who?”

The notice was short, formal, and clinical: Official Notice of Decease St. Jude’s Hospice Care – Surrey, London Patient: Adrian Kingsley Time of Death: 03:14 AM GMT Cause: End-Stage Renal Failure / Systemic Complications Attending Physician: Dr. R. Harrison, MD Note: As per the deceased’s final written directive, all personal estate matters have been placed in the custody of Kingsley & Partners Legal Chambers. No further medical or financial obligations remain for Dr. Vivian Carter Sinclair.

"Not the version for the court. The one you would tell me if it were just us." It is just us. It is always just us when the door closes. The truth is that I died. I bled out on the ballroom floor of my own home three years into a marriage I believed was love, and the man who put the blade in me was the one I was about to name this morning. The truth is that something in the darkness heard me asking and sent me back, and I woke up in this bedroom with every memory intact and forty minutes before the ceremony. I cannot tell him that.

Sleep meant Sophia’s laugh and wine down her face. Awake was safer. Awake was cold. Around ten, the TV in the corner showed the news. Mute. Captions scrolling. _BREAKING: LEONARD HAYES, 78, PASSED AWAY PEACEFULLY THIS EVENING AT ST. MARY’S HOSPITAL. FUNERAL SERVICE SCHEDULED IN THREE DAYS. FAMILY REQUESTS PRIVACY._ Elena stared at the words until they blurred. Three days. She had three days before she could say goodbye.

All those that are missing, are declared deceased by the government of their country. The news had caused her to frozen stiff. The coffee cup in her hand dropped to the ground, and spilt everywhere. She stared at the screen as the images of the airport flashes by her. She walked closer and closer. Like a walking corpse she stared blankly at the screen. Then, her tears began to roll down. The pain in her heart as she heard the news. “The government has declared all those who are missing from the disappearance of the plane, Medaria. Are officially, deceased. We…”