Identity V Embalmer Novels & Stories

Late-night study sessions. Secrets. Promises about growing old together. Detective Bennett guided me into a small office where she spoke gently, explaining that the formal identification had been completed and that the Medical Examiner would now continue with the autopsies before releasing their bodies to their families. And since they had no families, I decided to take their bodies and respectfully lay them to rest. She asked me a few quiet questions about each of them, their full names, dates of birth, distinguishing features, and whether I knew how to reach any immediate relatives.

“Yes. I—this isn’t the first time I’ve seen a dead body.” The attendant turns the photo over, and I wish I’d kept my eyes closed. It’s Valeriya, but I’m grateful I’m making this identification and not her father. Demid would be devastated to see her so beat up. While she might have turned out to be a traitor, I’m not sure she deserved this send-off. “That’s her,” I confirm as he slides papers across the table for me to sign. “Am I able to notify her father?” “Check with the police. I’m only the morgue attendant.”

She mumbled under her breath and got cooking. .................... The heavy autumnal breeze blew with flowers as refreshing as anything announced their presence with their scent. Emily parked her car in the cemetery and walked down to the attendant. It had not been too long that her cancer began to show sign of worsening, even the doctor was afraid if she could cure it. She was at the terminal stage of the cancer and within two months, she would be dead. so why not purchase her coffin and plan her burial? The cemetery attendant greeted politely. The cemetery was for the rich and he was used to seeing most of them here. He reached out for a light handshake and when he got rejected, he coughe

Photos, evening gowns, old jewelry, a copy of our vows, and the pink scarf. The fireplace burned hot. Paper and silk curled, blackened, and became a light heap of ash. At last, I placed the signed divorce agreement, the emergency miscarriage notice, the gunshot injury report, Evelyn’s taunting posts, and the wedding ring with its access revoked neatly on the living room coffee table. At two in the morning, Professor Clark’s car stopped at the back gate. The driver handed me a new ID and a black coat. “Dr. Vale, from this moment forward, you’re entering the Black Ice Project at the Artemis Northern Institute. Your original identity will be erased in fifteen minutes.”

he asked curiously when I was silent. Before opening the gate of the graveyard, I answered him, "My mom." I got inside and stood in front of the second grave, where it was engraved, 'Emily Corbin.' "I thought your mom was alive," he let out in disbelief. "Everyone thinks that my mom was alive, and I have a happy family because I don't want people to know how sad the happy-go-lucky girl Ember is in reality," I told him with a sad smile. "This is where my mom stays, in a graveyard."

Everybody in the room was shocked, and the media crews started taking pictures of the incident. “Excuse me,” Ike said, totally surprised. “You heard me right, give me back my husband, you murderer. You killed him because he was exposing you for the devil you are, and now you want to bribe me with this money. I can’t be bought, and I couldn’t rest until you see you behind bars, you monster,” Bukky replied. “This man here is a ritualist and a murderer. He killed my husband, and I want the whole world to know what kind of person he is. He hides behind doing good for the poor and helping people to cover his true identity. He is a monster, he killed my husband, and I am going to prove it,'' she t

The orphanage provided us with four children as flower bearers. I ordered the casket to be kept closed, no one was allowed to look into it. Vance gave no objects as he was trying to make things right with me. My mood was gloomy, but I was glad that everyone was so supportive. Vance stood opposite me at the graveside. His eyes never left me. I ignored his presence, though his gaze pierced into me. The cemetery could not hold the entire pack and so Dad hired a cameraman to do a live feed on the pack’s social media.

He wanted to bury Nathan as soon as possible since his body was already found and not in a good shape. ”Here is what you asked for sir. I compiled some of the best event planner,coffin maker, event decors in the city to ensure he is given a befitting burial,” Elias said,his voice firm but low as if he could feel the pain of Dr. Vanguard just by staring at his eyes. “Sir…” Elias said to Dr. Vanguard who was still immersed in his thoughts. “Go to the hospital and request for a re-run of the autopsy.” Dr. Vanguard ordered.

From the van appeared the cemetery attendant and another yugari - his assistant. “No one should know about this case,” I frowned. “He is a reliable man,” the minister assured me. Another car drove up to the mortuary building. Elders. Their faces were equally gloomy and dissatisfied. Well, to be honest, I can handle the disapproval of the elders of the south. We silently walked inside. Morgue workers conjured over the coffin for several minutes. - Ready!

Jake and Mike also wore special latex gloves to avoid touching the specimens carelessly. "Detective Emerson, this is the report from the three victims. Number one, 24 years old, Elisabeth Morgan worked as a cashier at the Holland Mart on Ballmoore Street. Her boss reported she was missing yesterday after the morning she was found burned," said Dr Emma. Now, they walked to the other cadaver table.