Novel & Cerita Fake Death

Damn it! @Death Wish

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

You have no right to be alive! @Death Wish

Travis's voice trembled with disbelief, his brow furrowed with grief. "See, Travis? I told you! She faked her death—this was all a setup! And you got so sick over this vindictive woman!" After I "died," Travis had fallen into a deep depression, becoming seriously ill. The story had gone viral, with photos of Travis looking frail in his hospital bed. His eyes hollow, whispering, "I don't want anyone else, just Sarah. I'd trade my life for hers. I'd do anything if she could just be alive again."

If he were to be gone, his family would be done for as well. “I cannot die!” Daniel pondered about it. How could he preserve his life without depending on the Vedastus brothers? He consulted other doctors all this while but none of them had a way to cure him. Was there anyone who could? It was at this moment that a name came across his mind — Thomas Mayo! He recalled that Thomas was an excellent doctor. Even Vincent, who was said to be incurable by every doctor he went to, was cured by Thomas. Thomas used a technique named ‘Fake Death’ to prolong Vincent’s lifespan.

Sudden dizziness washed over me, my legs going weak like jelly. “Im…impossible!” I managed to speak, clutching my throbbing head. “You died. We buried you.” A wide smile spread across her face. “Well, you can see I’m still hale and healthy.” She leaned against the wall casually as if we were discussing the weather. “But…how?” “I faked my death,” she replied, her low soft voice devoid of emotion while she picked her nails like it was more important than the conversation.

"You heard me very well! If you're going to kill me, do it here. And tell your cowardly boss, who couldn't kill me with his own hands, that I'll be waiting for him in Hell." When he heard this, John began to laugh. "Did I say something funny?" I was angry that he was taking everything as a joke. Even the murder of a human. "Actually yes." he continued to laugh. "I didn't come to kill you. I'm coming to walk you around the mansion. As for Richard, he went to ride his favorite horse, Spirit. When he gets home, he does this first." Poor animal, had a terrible owner. "Oh, that means I should feel lucky." I replied irritably.

Dafasi said, “Let me see if the car can still start!” Seeing this, the audience also felt a sense of horror. “F*ck!” “I didn’t expect this at all. I was a little disappointed when I saw that they didn’t die. So those were all feints. The real killer move was still hidden!” “I can’t believe it. This is too unbelievable. Was this an accident or was it designed by the judge? I can’t even tell!” “Why do you care so much? Zellman has three lives on his hands. He deserves to die. As long as he dies, it’s good!”

true death has occurred. . . ……

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.