Fake Death Novels & Stories

“Your Honor! This is clearly unacceptable! The deceased was declared dead, and it was on the news. Are you implying that the deceased must have faked his death ?” “That is what we are implying and he did it with the intention to get rid of his wife , the accused , And we are also requesting that the supposed grave is dug and a DNA test is done to prove that the corpse is indeed Bryan Liam! Until then, we put it to this honorable court that BRYAN LIAM IS ALIVE.”

He was one of my closest buddies. But that’s not the problem here. I freeze as a scary realization hits me. Today is the 27th of December. Ten years ago at exactly 11:00 am New York time, my father was found dead in his office by his secretary. Bella and I never got the full story since we were too young, but the cause of his death remains a mystery to us. And now the time is 11:03 am. Three minutes ago I received that call from Greece.

Even with my friends, I am not talking about my family. -" Your father's feather is black is he also dead?" I didn't know what to say to him, yes and no? My true father: I don't know who he is. I think Jack doesn't know anything about it too. My real father can be dead, but my black father is not him, it is Jack. I knew that I can't tell anybody about his secret, that he is a walking dead. A dead one, how he likes to call himself, but for me, he is just a vampire. He a sexy, dangerous, cold, and hot at in same time, well mostly cold with his attitude. He doesn't let to touch even his skin after my sixteen birthday. The more time passes the less I see him. And it is hurting me so much, someti

“How then did I survive? How am I still alive? If he is as skilled as you say he was, I should have died there and then.” *You did die. Well, you sort of died* “I sort of died?” *There was a complex engraving on your heart that was activated after your death. It is something I recognized from the past. We call it False Life* “What’s that?” *It’s similar to what you see in video games. Instead of having one life, that engraving gives you two. It’s complex to perform and the materials required are very expensive. Most importantly, it must be placed there by someone who has your blood*

39 - Payback Caleb Pretending to be dead and trying not to breathe was a difficult task. Especially having your dad, your dad’s wife who’s your ex, your hot older girlfriend and boyfriend crying and sobbing over you as the nurse (dad’s colleague) drags your body to the mortuary for the fake autopsy.

"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."

That was the last straw that broke me. My birthday had turned into his death anniversary. And on his birthdays, I would drown myself in booze to numb the grief. These last two birthdays had caused me nothing but pain, like thorns driven deep into my heart. Yet here he was, wishing for his family to be safe and happy. Only I wasn't included in this family of his. It felt as if something had clenched around my heart, the unbearable pain making it hard for me to breathe. Henry was happily munching his cake while saying, "I wish I could fake my death like you did, Dad! That way, I'll get to stay with Adaline all the time, too!"

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.