Identity V Embalmer Novels & Stories

she snarled at the guard. "Well, he thought wrong! I'm still alive, and that's his worst punishment. I'll go on to live as wonderfully as I can, while Juliette will remain mere bones on this earth! "He'll never be able to forget her or get a good night's sleep. I'll be an eternal reminder that she died in my place!" To that, all that Simon said was… nothing. That night, I watched him standing at the bathroom doorway, motionless for what felt like hours. He stepped inside, lay in the empty bathtub, and curled up like a baby—or, rather, like someone already dead.

Rivera approached with his phone pressed to his ear, He looked relieved, "Bomb squad got it, The device is disarmed, Cemetery is clear," I stood immediately, "Then I am going," "Four, you should rest," "I need to see her, I need to stand at that grave and know that Carver failed," Manuel understood, He always did, "I will drive you, but we are taking security, No arguments,"

Black umbrellas dotted the cemetery like ravens, business Manhattan gathered to pay respects to one of its kings. I stood at the head of Giuseppe's casket, playing a role I'd only inherited just few months ago: the grieving granddaughter-in-law. The primary mourner. The heir.

When he looked at me, he was obviously holding back tears, that's why I moved away from him in case his tears started to fall and he would be embarrassed. "Honey, are they the ones participating in the entrance exam for tomorrow?" The woman asked brother Josh. "Yes, they are dear. She is Marisa Qerno, my wife." Kiya Josh introduced us to us which shocked us, my brother was pitiful, gosh I remembered my Rejection day. "Hello examinees, you can call me, Señorita Marisa, I am a Presenter of this Academy, so if you pass the exam held tomorrow I might be your Feralology Presenter." He said while bowing as a sign of respect.

Flashback – Ember, age 9, inside Rafael’s lab. > “What happens if I don’t follow orders?” she asked. > Rafael smiled gently. “Then someone better will.” Back to now. Ember raised her pistol. “I’m not here to negotiate.” Morrow tilted her head. “You won’t kill me here,” she said. “Why?” Morrow smiled. “Because I’m the only one who remembers your mother’s name.” Morrow isn't just a failsafe. She’s a vault. Inside her mind is a name Rafael never allowed to exist in Ember’s records, the identity of the woman who gave Ember life before she was turned into a weapon.

He awkwardly cleared his throat before speaking, "Being a Valedictorian of the renowned ‘school of detectives’ means you have your ID. Now, where is it? Where’s your proof?" There goes my cue to show him my ace card. Why am I even doing this? The number one reason would be kicking him out of his presidential throne once I managed to infiltrate his club. I presented him my ID, intentionally covering my last name so he would only see "Hibara White" in the name blank. It is vital that they wouldn’t know my family name. My ID showed my 1x1 picture wearing a black suit and tie with a UFD logo pin on the collar of my white polo. It was also stated in my ID that I have the rank of "Senior Investiga

The middle aged doctor was one of the ambulance personnel that took Doctor Bernard’s corpse from the Continental Hotel to the mortuary to be embalmed But upon depositing his corpse at the mortuary, the personnel could see the corpse move a hand. Puzzled, the personnel pulled closer to observe the corpse. But it still didn’t stop to move a hand and a closer peer at it nostrils got the personnel convinced that there was an ounce of life in him. “He is alive! He is alive!”

Back in the penthouse, Elara paced slowly. “We need proof.” Alessandro nodded once. “Yes.” “If he’s alive, there will be financial threads.” “He served most of them years ago.” “No one serves everything.” He studied her. “You’re thinking like him.” “Yes.” She stopped pacing. “When was the last confirmed public sighting of his body?” Alessandro’s expression darkened. “At the burial.” “Open casket?” “No.” Her eyes sharpened. “Why not?” “Closed ceremony. Family only.” “Who identified him?”

Davin’s footsteps echoed as he followed the attendant past rows of steel doors. Davin flashed his credentials at the night attendant — a bored kid barely out of college who didn’t bother looking up from his phone. “Blackwood request,” Davin said. “Alec Blackwood. Body’s been in storage pending family burial instructions.” The attendant typed lazily. Frowned. Typed again. “Uh… that’s weird.” Davin’s instincts sharpened. “What’s weird?” “Says the body was released a couple of months ago.” The attendant turned the logbook around. “Signed out by authorised family. ID verified on-site.”