Morte Falsa Novels & Stories

nor will she be. This guy wants to die. He's provoking him to kill him so he doesn't have it pinned to the wall, but if I know anything about those with the last name D'Angelo, it's that their torture is the worst, they don't kill instantly, they love games and it's because of This is why Leonardo is called Macellaio , because he skins, destroys, cuts and has fun. A first class psychopath.

"I want the whole world to know that even if you were an illegitimate son, you're still worthy of the real luminescent pearl, while Elliot was only ever fit to wear a fake." A bitter smile curled at the edges of my lips. By now, the fake luminescent pearl was probably covered in maggots. In the next second, someone stumbled into the venue, screaming, "Ms. Ashford, this is bad! Emilia just stormed the cemetery and dug Mr. Elliot out of the ground. Mr. Elliot is dead!"

"Money being moved around, payments to consulting firms that did not seem to exist, contracts with suspicious timing." "What kind of irregularities?" Miguel asked. "Payments to private investigators, surveillance companies, and even a few people who specialize in creating false identities and fake death certificates." My blood went cold. "Fake death certificates?" "Vanessa has been paying people to create false records, to plant fake news stories, and to make it look like Miguel Reed died in a car accident in Colorado two years ago." Miguel ran his hands through his hair. "Why would she do that?" "To keep you and Alexander apart. To make sure Alexander never tried to reconcile with his broth

****** he made coffee while Dr H had just finished checking up on her. "why would you want me to check on what pseudocide is all about?"philbert said propping his glasses back to his weary eyes, yearning because they were concerned for her. "it's the act of an individual purposefully decieving other people into believing the fallacy that the individual is dead ,if you ask Wikipedia."he letter read. montoya pressed the wet cloth given to her to her head."while the person in fact is very well alive." this got to her. she jumped.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

No one had been close to my mother while she was with Patrick and Patrick himself was a first-rate liar so nothing he said could be trusted. "Could Patrick have had anything to do with my mother's fake death record?" Nodding, Jack agreed, "It's very possible since he also has a fake death record for your mother only his is for Elena Flores since they were married in a human ceremony where she took his name." "So my mother has died twice? Both times the record fake?" "Yes---and if I'm being really honest? I don't think she's dead at all. Rachel, I think your mother is still alive."

But Marco’s laptop pinged one last time: “You stopped the packet. But I planted the seed. Check the news. – V.” We ran to the van, screens glowing: KANE BET HOAX? VASQUEZ FAMILY CRIMINALS? Fake stories, deepfakes, already trending. Victor’s final twist: doubt, chaos, a world questioning us. Elena’s sob broke, her body collapsing against me. “He’s still winning.” Sofia’s hand found hers, weak but sure. “No, mija. We’re alive. That’s victory.” Marco’s eyes met mine, guilt and fire. “I’ll kill the fakes. I’ll make the truth louder.”

He laid it on the vanity beside the laptop and flipped it open. A death certificate stared up at me. Name: CLARA KANE Status: DECEASED Date of Death: 3 YEARS AGO Cause: COMPLICATIONS FOLLOWING NEUROLOGICAL TRAUMA I stared. The seal was real. The signatures were real. My stomach lurched. “This is a fake,” I said. “It’s legal,” he replied. “Which is what matters.” Anger flared, hot and blinding. “You declared me dead,” I said. “On paper. To who?”

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. After a long while, Bridget lowered her voice and said, "Just give up." Lucija raised her eyebrows and her voice instantly cooled down. "What do you mean?" "The information about her child's death is fake. If you use these fake materials to attack her, sooner or later you will make a fool of yourself." "It's fake?" Lucija frowned fiercely. "How can it be fake..." "It's fake." On the other end of the phone, Bridget's voice sounded a little impatient. "Do you remember that I forged a medical record for a woman's dead child five years ago?"

He is the one who puts their son to sleep when Miles is lazy. "Brothers! Let's start." they opened the Theater room. Then the movie titled 'The Purged' started playing on the big and very wide screen.. I thought it was the purged. But this is different! Distributor of death? "What does that mean?" I asked and Zel answered. "Distributor de muerte is a spanish word which means Death dealer." I was immediately horrified when I heard that. "Hmaestories." is the author. I read what was displayed on the screen. The background is very scary.