Novel & Cerita Morte Falsa

“She didn’t lie, Chloe. Luanne is really dead. So, how do you plan to make up for what you did to her? Should I break your legs? Drain your blood? Burn you to a crisp? Or run you over with a car?” Chloe’s face turned deathly pale from sheer terror, and she began to tremble uncontrollably. “G-Greg, what are you talking about? I… I don’t understand.” Greg snickered as he reached out, choked her by the neck, and said, “I said, Luanne is dead. So, you must be pretty thrilled, aren’t you?” Chloe managed to break free from Greg’s grip, coughing violently. “Greg, what on earth are you saying? How could Luanne possibly be dead? Didn’t we see her last night?”

Zach begged, still shouting as they cuffed his wrists. "Don't tarnish the word 'love'," I spat. "You covered up the truth about my mom's death, and you almost took away my ability to be a mother! Zach, God will punish every wrongdoer. The divine will not forgive you, and neither will I." At last, the truth of the car accident that had caused my mother's death was revealed. Zach and Kayla were both sentenced to life imprisonment. My belly had already begun to show the smallest of bumps. I stood at my mother's grave for a long time.

Only… calculation. “The truth,” she repeated, almost laughing under her breath. “Funny word, truth. Everyone wants it, but when they get it, they regret it.” “Stop playing,” Damian snapped. “Did you fake your death?” Michelle tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Yes.” The word was delivered so casually, so cruelly, I actually froze. She said it as if she were admitting to skipping lunch. “Yes?” I echoed, my throat dry. “Yes,” she said again, her tone light, mocking even. “I died. And yet, here I am. Fascinating, isn’t it?”

Everyone that was Andrius supposedly ‘killed’ had come back to life. It was because Old Hagstorm had provided each person with a pill that could suppress all signs of life such as breathing, their heartbeat, and pulse for a certain period. It was also known as the ‘False Death Pill’. Secondly, Andrius had seemingly pierced through their chests. However, he knew every detail of the human body, and his spear skillfully avoided the heart, simply making it look gruesome. This was the method that Old Hagstorm had whispered to Andrius! “Grandpa!”

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

He paused, “…is that this man officially died fifteen years ago.” I frowned, “Officially?” Antonio nodded, “He was declared dead after a private plane crash.” Matthew folded his arms, “And?” Antonio enlarged another photograph, “Airport surveillance captured him entering a private terminal forty-eight hours ago.” The room became completely silent, and I stared at the image. The same face, but older, unmistakably alive. Matthew’s voice became dangerously quiet, “Someone has been faking deaths.” Antonio nodded once, “For years.” A chill crept down my spine, if one dead man could return, how many others had never truly died? My fingers instinctively touched my mother’s letter, something about i

She had guided me,not untill she started eyeing iris. My father took his place at the head of the chamber. “Proceed,” he ordered. Iris stepped forward. Her voice was steady, but I saw the tension in her fingers as she unfolded the first document. “This concerns the death of Luna Marianne.” My mother. The room went silent. My pulse roared in my ears. “It has come to my attention,” Iris continued, “that the official cause of death may have been falsified.” I laughed. Actually laughed. “This is absurd,” I said sharply. “My mother died from an asthma attack. Everyone knows that.”

He scrambled up from the ground, stumbling as he rushed toward the door. Beta Marcus looked ashen, his eyes filled with terror and pity. He pulled out an evidence bag containing several pieces of blood-soaked fabric. It was fragments of my clothes, collected from the shredded remains. Marcus held up the bag, his voice husky and cruel. "We searched the perimeter of the cemetery three times. We didn't find the Luna." "There was a massive amount of blood at the scene. According to the Healer's judgment, the Luna couldn't have survived that amount of blood loss..."

Julian stood near a whiteboard, pointing to a chart that looked like a corporate family tree crossed with a crime syndicate. “Three names,” he said. “We think these are the next in line.” I studied the names. One I recognized immediately—Klaus Vinter, a financier with a reputation for staying invisible. The second, a woman known only as Madame T, a ghost from the black market circuits. The third—Lucien Cardoza—was the one that made me frown. “Cardoza’s dead,” I said. “That’s what we thought. But turns out, he faked his death two years ago. We tracked offshore accounts to a Cayman holding group with ties to his alias.”

***sadist content*** Zach stopped in his tracks, there was only one witch that the werewolves dared not call by her name, He turned to Rib, his aura getting deadlier as he walked to wards him, "what witch," Rib swallowed hard, "the late...” suddenly his body was flung up and he fell a few feet away from his former position, suddenly turning black. Zach looked at the corpse for a few seconds before turning to beta Bryon,