Novel & Cerita Morte Falsa

He was shutting everyone out, and we only knew she’d shifted successfully, when we heard her sorrowful howls from deep within the forest. Four days later, we stood in the clearing with Gunnar’s body lying in the middle. We’d already held his funeral, and the church had been packed. The lie we told was that he’d died from anaphylactic shock from an allergy we hadn’t known about. It was hard to swallow, but it was still better than the truth. Kari stood next to James looking down. She looked different since her resurrection, but she hadn’t looked at me once. I felt isolated and so alone in my grief. Even James was distant. He wasn’t even really talking to Kiran, and we were all worried.

The pack members around her voice their condemnation. "How could she be so evil!" "She murdered innocent people!" "Monster! She's a monster!" Sage frantically turns to Kane, trying to grab his hands. "Kane! Kane, you have to listen to me! It's not what you think!" "Someone is trying to frame me! These videos are fake! All fake!" Her voice becomes shrill with desperation. "Someone wants to destroy our relationship! Who is playing these videos? Find them! You have to find whoever is doing this!"

Riccardo stared into the cameras, his eyes full of hate. "It's a setup!" he roared. "It was that woman! Liliana Falcone! She's alive!" The reporters exchanged confused looks. Liliana Falcone? The mafia princess who died in a fire three years ago? "Mr. Moretti, are you referring to Ms. Seraphina?" one reporter asked. "She IS Liliana!" Riccardo screamed, his voice cracking. "She faked her death! She came back to destroy us all!" The reporters scribbled it all down, capturing the last ravings of a broken man.

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.

Gemila pouted her lips. “Sorry best but marriage isn't for me." Yasmine winked before standing up. “I think you should actually write a book on this. Don't just throw it away." Gemita suggested. “You think so? What would I call it?" Gemila asked. “Mistaken Identity." Yasmine replied with a smile. “Huh?" Gemila furrowed her brows. “You did say Harry sent his men to kill Romero and they ended up killing your sister instead of you right? Though no one actually died but still, they mistook Gemita to be you so that's the best title." Yasmine explained.

This mortal had the wolf’s scent all over her. ‘Surt! The mortal woman with the elf, use her against Fenrir. She smells of him greatly, he is like the other two siblings.’ Surt was up again and the house was between him and Fenrir. He glanced down at them and Antonio backed up, he hoped he crushed the bitch in his hand. _____Tamara____

Nora said, "Henry suddenly said a few days ago that he wanted to be a groom. I was just trying to help him recover quickly. Don't worry, once we're registered and done with the wedding, I'll immediately apply to the court to revoke the declaration of your death and restore our marriage." I let out a cold laugh and shrugged her hand off me. Staring at the marks all over her body, I said icily, "A fake wedding? If it's just a fake wedding, who gave you all those marks on your body? It seems like our marriage is the fake one!"

Confusion flashed across his face before it twisted in anger. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You’re using the urn to provoke me! You’re proud that you killed Eve, aren’t you?” I felt like I was about to go insane. How could anyone reason with a person like that? "The lake isn’t that big, and Eve’s body never surfaced. How could you possibly think I had anything to do with her death? “Now, Eve may not even be dead, but your mom really is. And it’s because of you! She could’ve been saved, but you refused to save her because of your obsession with your maybe-dead first love!”

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"