Fake Death Novels & Stories

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

I sighed. It’s a bad idea pretending to be dead.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.

I am dead…. ****

Kerry asked. "Fake your death."

her death. ****😰😰****

"Like the death of their most valuable subject. If they think you're dead, they'll focus on damage control. On preserving what data they already have. On securing the other subjects before they panic. That's when Seraphina strikes. During the chaos." I stare at him. "You want me to fake my death." "Not fake," Nathan says quietly. "Real. For about six minutes. I have a drug that will stop your heart. Completely. No pulse. No breathing. To any scanner, any test, you'll be clinically dead. After six minutes, I injected the reversal agent. Your heart restarts. You wake up. But for those six minutes, you have to be dead. Actually dead." "And if something goes wrong?" I whisper. "If you can't inje

So why was I dead? Marcus had the idea that I lie about my death, that I fake it , after the explosion, I had been seriously injured and Marcus had treated me alone , all this , so that i'll be able to kill Melezo, the real one and not a copy as usual. We had stubbornly left the coffin empty, Marcus had taken care of everything, no one had to know for the plan to work well, not even Felicity . I approached closer to the bed and I watched as Felicity's eyes widened in shock at the sight of me, clearly thinking I was dead. I gestured for her to be quiet, not wanting to alert Melezo to my presence just yet.

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.