Fake Death Novels & Stories

~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 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."

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.”

He paused, “…is that this man officially died fifteen years ago.” I frowned, “Officially?” Antonio nodded, “He was declared dead after a private plane crash.” Matthew folded his arms, “And?” Antonio enlarged another photograph, “Airport surveillance captured him entering a private terminal forty-eight hours ago.” The room became completely silent, and I stared at the image. The same face, but older, unmistakably alive. Matthew’s voice became dangerously quiet, “Someone has been faking deaths.” Antonio nodded once, “For years.” A chill crept down my spine, if one dead man could return, how many others had never truly died? My fingers instinctively touched my mother’s letter, something about i

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

"If I do this, if I fake my death—I cannot contact anyone. Albert. Antonio. Grace. They will think I am really gone." "They will grieve. That grief will be authentic. X-One and X-Two will detect authentic grief and accept your death as real. Fake grief gets noticed. Real grief sells the deception." X-Three grabbed my flickering hand. "You want to protect them? Make them believe you are dead. It is the only way." "How do I know you are not just X-One wearing a conscience as camouflage? How do I know this is not another layer of manipulation?"