Fake Death Novels & Stories

"He died. I was at his funeral." Still, I want to believe he's right, crazy as it is. "And it was a closed casket, was it not?" Headmaster Stroud asks. "Yeah, because he was so... The car accident was so bad." The sound in my ears is rushing. My dad can't be out there in the world walking around. Right? Why would he fake his death? Why would he leave me? It doesn't make any sense. "Why would you say that?" I whisper. "Your father is a powerful man." His lips draw thin. "Very powerful."

"I was reborn." Julian's eyes widened. He was completely stunned. I continued. "In my last life, after you disappeared, I gave up my spot at Columbia and spent ten years on a pilgrimage. I thought I was atoning for your death." My voice was flat, as if telling someone else's story. "Ten years later, I learned the truth. You weren't dead. You were with Scarlett, building an empire on my ghost. I died of a heart attack and woke up at your funeral, in this life."

Greta, who'd just said she would kill me, froze. Henry, who had been sitting on the floor playing with his robot, immediately burst into tears. He ran over and wrapped his arms around John's leg. "Where's Mom? Where is she? I want Mom!" Greta's face turned pale, disbelief written all over it. "How is that possible? She just stole our company and our house! How can she suddenly be dying? Is she just faking it? Is she trying to gain your sympathy and win you back? She was perfectly fine all along. This whole time, she has…"

Sonia executed a flawless counter-grapple, snatching the knife and pinning Hazel down. The airport security officers closed in, cuffing Hazel. It was only then that I remembered something. Sonia wasn't just a business whiz; she had also been a gold-medal instructor at a women's self-defense club. As the police led her away, Hazel glared at Sonia with unyielding hatred. She had lost her love, her career, and ultimately, her future. For assault with a deadly weapon, Hazel received a long prison sentence. Her life came to a definitive end behind bars.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

"And you'll be declared dead." "Dead?" The Gleizer siblings asked, together. "Yes, we've adopted this strategy." Johanna explained. "We're going to stage a fake car accident and say that you left here, escorted by two police officers, and the four of you died instantly. Since we're going to explode the car, the fake funerals will be held with closed coffins. Only the four of us in this room, the farm couple who will receive you, and two more people responsible for the fraud will know that you didn't actually die. The pilot of the plane won't have any contact with us, and Johanna and I are used to playing the roles of flight attendants."

She asked. “I need to fake my death so I need it urgently. I just need something to slow down the heart so no one would detect that I'm still alive since they're not medical professionals,” I explained. “It’s really necessary and when they bring me to the hospital, I'd like you to pronounce me dead and make everything go smoothly. I'll take it from there.” I added, and my voice came out desperate. “I mean, there are drugs like that called beta blockers, but I don't understand why you choose to do this. Why do you want to fake your death?”

Sudden dizziness washed over me, my legs going weak like jelly. “Im…impossible!” I managed to speak, clutching my throbbing head. “You died. We buried you.” A wide smile spread across her face. “Well, you can see I’m still hale and healthy.” She leaned against the wall casually as if we were discussing the weather. “But…how?” “I faked my death,” she replied, her low soft voice devoid of emotion while she picked her nails like it was more important than the conversation.

Three months had passed since my husband vanished while hiking in the fjords. Then I spotted him in a VIP room at a Manhattan strip club, one arm wrapped around my adopted sister's waist, looking like he didn't have a care in the world. "Thank God you came up with this idea. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be free of that control freak." His friends raised their glasses and cheered, asking how much longer he planned to play dead. Alex swirled his drink as he considered the question. "Next week. Once the guilt and panic drive her crazy, I'll show up and give her a nice surprise." I stood in the shadows, watching him enjoy his newfound freedom. Then I called a friend who worked at th

"This is fake." Kenzo nodded. "Yes, sir." Maddie stepped closer. "What does that mean?" I looked at Adrian. "You were never legally dead." He gave a bitter smile. "No." The room went quiet. "Someone created a fake death record." Adrian said. "Someone wanted me gone." --- My eyes narrowed. "Who?" Adrian didn't answer immediately. Then he looked at Maddie. "Your mother knew." Maddie's face changed. "She knew you were alive?"