Fake Death Novels & Stories

Daniel nodded his head, “You should. I think we need to pile as much as we can on her.” I asked, “How would you fake my death and make it look real?” Daniel smiled, “I have a friend who is on the local police force. His wife is a make-up artist for movie producers. They work together to do this all the time. We were thinking that if we could fake your death until after her trial, you would be okay to continue on with your life.”

“You didn’t kill him.” There was a pause on the other end of the line for a brief moment. “Man, I know I fucked up. I thought people were tripping when they told me that he was around.” Grimm’s annoyed voice echoed from the other end of the line. “But they had a funeral.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, he faked his death. He just wanted us to forget about him or something……he wanted to get us off guard.” “Damn, that’s fucked up.”

~Lily "Are you sure you want us to continue with this operation, Mr. Frost? It’s too dangerous for the donor to give 600cc at once. If we proceed, she might die!” I heard a voice flicker in my head. At that moment, I was so weak, it was hard to even process where I was. My body felt heavy, and everything around me was blurry. Then I heard another voice which was cold, commanding, and painfully familiar. “Does it look like I care?”

but it’s too late the weird thing about this is that you can see your body inside the coffin, then it is even weirder when you attend your own funeral I can see my friends crying, my former classmates, and finally, my ex over there crying because of my loss “John Carl why did you die suddenly? I will help you rank up on Mobile Legends, right!?”-David (crying) I’m stronger than you! “Poor you. I know stupid people like you die easily but it’s too early.” - Phil “Sorry !!! sorry John Carl !! I know you were hurt when I turned you down but I hope you let me apologize first!!- Dessa (crying)

he explained. "I have always imagined what his last thoughts were. Did he regret everything? If he were given the chance to talk to any of us, would he ask for forgiveness or spit in our faces?" He asked Nera stared at him; she never thought about Marcus's death. That was how badly she hated him and did not dare to think about him. "And as for me, I faked my death, got married, and had a beautiful daughter, but here I am in all this mess stressed to the core," he pointed out.

****** he made coffee while Dr H had just finished checking up on her. "why would you want me to check on what pseudocide is all about?"philbert said propping his glasses back to his weary eyes, yearning because they were concerned for her. "it's the act of an individual purposefully decieving other people into believing the fallacy that the individual is dead ,if you ask Wikipedia."he letter read. montoya pressed the wet cloth given to her to her head."while the person in fact is very well alive." this got to her. she jumped.

Another body dropped to the ground, and Astra wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Disgusting, I have blood on my shoes now." she motioned for one of the Officers to take the body away. Seconds later, she turned to the camera, and gave them a bright smile. "Does anyone believe they deserve a second chance?" Celia's POV Never did Celia think she would see the day where the Higher Ups were getting murdered on camera. Live.

The timestamp proved it. Which meant one of two things. Either the photograph was fake. Or Marcus Holloway never died. The realization sent chills through her body. She looked at Damian. He had reached the same conclusion. "Another fake death." The words barely left her lips. Yet the implications were enormous. Thomas Vale. Possibly murdered. Evelyn Blackwood. Possibly alive. Marcus Holloway. Possibly alive. The pattern was becoming terrifyingly clear. People weren't dying. People were disappearing.

Maybe even…dead. ***

The woman on the ground was still twitching, her eyes losing focus. She didn't need to act this time. Severe concussion and intracranial hemorrhage meant that even if she survived, she would be a drooling vegetable for the rest of her life. Lucas stood up and shook the blood off his hands. His eyes were hollow as he looked at the pile of meat on the floor, like he was looking at a bag of trash. "Marcus," he said coldly. "Here, Alpha." "Don't let her die." There was not a shred of mercy in Lucas's voice. "Death is too easy for her."