Death Notice Novels & Stories

I had maggots crawling about my skin and rotten flesh. Mark did not cover his nose like before. Instead, he drew closer to my face. Then, he flew into a rage. “Jane, is it fun toying with me?! You sure made this dummy look real! How could you possibly be dead?! I won’t allow you to die!” As he was throwing his tantrum, I suddenly heard footsteps. Mark was delighted. “I knew it, Jane! You aren’t dead!” But his eyes flew wide open a moment later because the people who had come were his parents.

But, those clothes and shoes looked l-like Luna Amber's…" Matthew's cell phone fell to the floor with a thud once again. This time, it was completely smashed. Matthew collapsed to the floor at the same time he dropped his phone. His much beloved Luna Amber had committed suicide in the icy lake. Not only that, she took their baby with her. Her body sank to the bottom of the lake, and no one could find them no matter how they tried. Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality.

She almost turned it off again, but then— Her breath froze. A news anchor sat stiffly behind the desk, her expression grave. A banner scrolled across the bottom of the screen: “BREAKING: Businessman Leon Cortez found dead. Associate Sophia Moreno still missing.” The blood drained from Sophia’s face. Leon. Dead. Her body lurched forward, hands trembling around the remote. The anchor’s voice seemed to echo inside her skull:

"Well, you see, you may not have heard, but Mrs. Whitmore Senior—" "She what? Declan paid a hundred thousand in medical fees just last month! Take me to her right now!" The thought made me sick. That hundred thousand had probably gone straight into Declan and Dr. Langford's pockets. Dr. Langford fumbled with his computer, pulling up the records with shaking hands. The death certificate on the screen was impossible to miss. "Date of death: March 15th, 2023. Cause: Severe malnutrition." "M-Ms. Collier, Mrs. Whitmore Senior died two years ago."

Third-Person POV "Joanna Lawson's mother passed away a few hours ago, but she hasn't dropped by to take care of the corpse yet, even though we've sent a notice to her," a nurse explained to Cole. Cole shrank back in fear when he saw the stamp on the death notice. "She passed away? That's impossible. I already paid the medical fees. How could she have died from lack of treatment?" "T-The bank card was frozen. It was out of our hands," the nurse stammered.

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

My face stayed impassive as she was shoved into an unmarked van that sped away, vanishing before me just like that. Not long after, the news reported that Grace had died in the psychiatric institution due to illness. After her death, Kyle inherited part of her estate and her shares in the hospital. Then, he did something no one expected. Apparently, he had been secretly gathering extensive evidence of the hospital's misconduct over the years. The dirt he had on the hospital included falsified clinical drug trials, questionable organ procurement channels, cover-ups of major medical incidents, financial irregularities, and countless other scandals. He anonymously sent all of it to several majo

The silence after that stretched so long, I thought she stopped breathing. "That's not possible," She finally whispered. "She died. Mrs. Veriland told me she died." "I'm telling you what the records say," I said gently. "Or don't say." "Every death in this pack gets registered somewhere," she said, more to herself than to me, her hands twisting in her lap. "Even a scholarship student with no family. Even someone nobody cared about. There's always a certificate. Always." "Unless someone made sure there wasn't one," I said.

said Zenia. She breathed a literal sigh of relief. “I know. I’m sorry. I was up at dawn for an early run. I missed the deputy too. There was a notice on my door. Is it true what I hear Zenia, is Clyde Morten really dead?” A pause on the other end and the sound of a door shutting as if Zenia was going someplace more private. When she spoke again, her voice was lower, muffled.