Fake Death Novels & Stories

Lorenzo Codrenzo, a billionaire playboy, is tired of his mother trying to control his life and is desperate to secure his inheritance. He approaches Sophie Winterfield, a young woman in a difficult situation, with a proposition. He offers her a deal: she will pretend to be his wife and in return, he will provide her with a safe place to live, take care of her and her child, and help her find her missing father. The deal comes with strict conditions, however. Sophie must play by Lorenzo's rules and must never fall in love with him. He makes it clear that he will never return her feelings and that their marriage is purely for show. Sophie, desperate for a solution to her problems, agrees to the deal. She moves into Lorenzo's luxurious mansion, and they start to play the role of a loving couple in front of the world. They attend high-society events, go on trips, and make public appearances together, all the while keeping up the facade of a happy marriage. As they spend more time together, however, Sophie begins to see a different side of Lorenzo. She starts to feel a connection with him and starts to question whether their marriage is truly fake. On the other hand, Lorenzo, who initially saw Sophie as nothing more than a means to an end, finds himself drawn to her and starts to question his own feelings. As they navigate the complexities of their relationship, they are faced with a dangerous enemy who threatens to tear them apart, and a shocking secret that shakes their foundation. Will they be able to survive the storm and make their fake marriage real, or will they lose everything that matters?

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

He is a man who does not speak much, always puts on a straight face to hide his emotions, and is a little arrogant; he keeps secrets that many people are unaware of. She is a gorgeous and elegant lady who enjoys being direct in all situations, but she is also considerate and willing to intervene. .... Which he takes for granted!!

The Chandra family is on the brink of collapse. To save the company, Kimberly Chandra is arranged to be married. But before the wedding day, she runs away, and her twin sister who has been shunned since childhood, Kimmy, is forced to take her place. Kimmy enters a loveless marriage with Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood—a cold and dangerous man who once loved Kimberly but was cruelly rejected. For Grayson, this marriage is a way to bind Kimberly forever. Pretending to be her sister, Kimmy must face a world full of power, deception, and passion. Grayson insists on claiming his “wife,” unaware that the woman beside him is not Kimberly. Yet the more he tries to break her, the more he finds himself captivated. But secrets cannot stay buried forever. When the truth destroys everything, love and betrayal collide. What will happen next?

Humans aren’t allowed into Highcrest College. But Kaidora Hayes, a human girl with a secret and a vendetta, has never followed the rules. Disguised as a wolfless omega, she slips into the werewolf elite’s world, risking her life to uncover the truth about her parent’s murder. However, everything spirals out of control the night she collides with Zane Grayson, the star hockey player and heir to the Bluecrest Pack. One touch awakens his dying wolf and something else inside of him. Now Kaidora is trapped in a dangerous game. Pretending to be Zane’s mate is the only way to keep her secret safe. But when a fake bond turns into something real, Kaidora’s mission for revenge collides with a bond she cannot deny. When Zane’s father knows exactly who Kaidora is and her blood may be the only thing that can save him. Will Kaidora choose revenge over destiny, or love over survival?

No one knew that I, the one they called the Angel-Faced Executioner, had been tangled up with the heir of the Grahams more times than I could count. In the latest model sports car, Doug Graham pressed a marriage certificate into my hand, his teeth grazing my lower lip as he murmured, "The Grahams have enemies on both sides of the law. I found a shield, a way to protect you." I was ecstatic and completely swept up in it, giving him whatever he wanted. I never imagined it was the beginning of a nightmare. Doug publicly announced his engagement to the Sowles heiress, making a show of it, and he clarified that I was nothing more than a low-level enforcer in front of everyone. But that night, he left marks all over my body, whispering against my skin, "The less I care about you, the less anyone will suspect you're my real wife." From then on, he and Lindsey Sowle humiliated me at every turn. Only when we were alone would he finally show the truth, his voice strained with pain. "I know this isn't fair to you. Once I'm done using her, I'll kick her out for good." When Lindsey caused me to lose the baby, he dropped to his knees in front of me, slapping himself over and over. "That idiot keeps ending up kidnapped and abused. Serves her right!" Until one day, I was taken in a setup by Doug's rival, Chad Conner. He grabbed me by the throat and forced me to look inside the room. Lindsey was blindfolded and gagged, crying and gasping as Doug lashed her with a pink whip. "They've run this whole kidnapping stunt seven times already. You'd think they'd be tired of it by now." Tears poured down my face. So I was the fool all along, the one who got played by Doug's so-called love.

At my coming-of-age ceremony, I confessed my feelings to Uncle Daniel, who wasn't blood-related to me. Yet, he sent me overseas to study. Later on, I was diagnosed with brain cancer. The headaches were brutal. Left without a choice, I turned to him for help. Yet, his first love accused me of being wasted abroad. Said I got into stuff. Claimed my pain were just withdrawals. He believed her and dragged me back home. He locked me up in the family's abandoned villa atop the mountains, guards watching me around the clock. With treatment delayed, my headaches grew worse. It was a complete nightmare. One night, I couldn't take it anymore. I quietly slipped out of the window and jumped. One year after my death, he finally remembers me.

When my stepsister, Kate Lawrence, is poisoned at the full moon ceremony, my father, Jack Blackwood, condemns me at once, convinced that I am the one behind it. He clamps silver chains around me and drags me into the manor's dark underground cell. His eyes burn hatefully as he snarls, "You wretch! How could I have a daughter like you? Rot in here!" I drop to my knees on the cold floor and try to explain, but the sentence he throws over his shoulder as he turns away snuffs out the last of my hope. "Even if she dies in there, no one shall go in! Whoever lets her out will die with her!" The cell severs the mind-link completely, so no one hears me screaming. Seven days later, he finally remembers me, not knowing that I'd already died on the fourth day when the silver burned through to the bone.

A pedophilic catholic therapist, a sucidal little satanist, the ghost of a girl who needs to be avenged, an abominable catholic priest... Life is an endless circle, but Adulf Cain thinks he's found the sense of life once lost... The life that Adam lost forever in paradise. but in this new garden, the dice is rolled by two portals, they are waring... One for, the other against the birth of a child that might be the only prediction humanity needs for doom... And she is a young woman. God's messenger mustn't spare her... But now he's drawn even to fall in love .

Three days ago, Damon Ashford marked me. The night he became Alpha, he sank his fangs into my neck under the moonlight. When his wolf blood mixed with mine, my wolf soul trembled violently. I thought the bond was taking root. I was too excited, too happy to tell the difference between real blood transfer and the simple sting of broken skin. This morning I went to City Hall without telling him. I wanted to pick up our certificate and frame it for our bedroom wall. I wanted to surprise him. The clerk checked the system, then looked up at me. "Whitmore, the mark on your neck is fake. There is no trace of wolf blood exchange." "Also, Ashford completed a formal registration with a woman named Clara Wellick two weeks ago." Under wolf law, a mark must be registered within seven days or it becomes invalid. I came to register, only to find I was never registered at all. I took off the scarf covering my neck and dropped it into the trash can outside City Hall. Standing on the steps, I sent my brother a message. Marcus, I’ll go with you for the closed medical research.