Secret Death Novels & Stories

“You’ll what? Rot another decade in this hole? You have no power left, Jackson. You’re a ghost clinging to a world that’s forgotten you.” The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gavel. Inside the cell, Killian Jackson pressed his shaking hands to his face and let out a sound that hadn’t escaped him in years, a raw, broken sob. Somewhere far above, the world kept moving. But deep underground, a secret buried thirty three years ago had just begun to breathe again.

Carefully, I move to remove my spare gun and a set of metal handcuffs before placing them on my desk. “What are you doing?” asks a voice in question as the men all move to gather around my desk. Ignoring the question at hand, I move to press a button that was secretly hidden within my desk, releasing a secret spring which allowed a secret drawer to open up. Lifting up the drawer I move to grab a folder before laying it down upon the desk letting the others finally see.

“Cafeteria is food and meetings. Gym is overflow sleeping. Nurse’s office is medical. Second-floor classrooms are mostly sleeping quarters.” “Mostly?” I asked. “One is storage.” “What about the others?” “Don’t go into the east hallway,” Crimson warned. I stopped. “Why?” “Windows aren’t secure.” “Oh.” “And we had a walker get trapped in one of the classrooms two days ago.” My eyes widened. “Had?” “Had.” Liam looked at him. “You killed it?” Crimson shrugged. “It wasn’t going to kill itself.” He kept walking. I glanced at Liam. He mouthed, ‘I hate him.’ I smiled.

When Dad learned I placed second on a practice college entrance exam, he shouted at me. "Second again? Can't you beat whoever came first?" "How did I end up with such a useless son?" I promised I'd take down the top student on the next exam. That night, I dreamed about the girl who came first. In the dream, I pushed her from the twenty-third floor. The sound of her hitting the ground made my stomach turn. I woke from the nightmare to a flood of messages in the class group chat. The first message made my blood run cold. [Zara Henson jumped from the twenty-third floor. She died on the spot.] [Zara's mother insists it wasn't suicide. She says someone pushed her.] [Can you hear the police sirens

The woman too while arranging some files she looked sad. What's going on? " Here " she handed me the file. " What's this?" I had to ask. I'm here to see my son. " It's his...." She didn't complete it when I started reading through it. I fell onto the ground instantly. Is that why William didn't answer me through out? Is that why his expression was off? He knew? He didn't tell me? I read on: Death diagnosis: sepsis Type of death : disease

“I asked about her and you!” Kaluna’s index finger pointed clearly at Rara who stood not far from him and Dewa. “Answer!” snapped Kaluna when Dewa remained stunned. “Today we’re supposed to be celebrating one year of our relationship, but you’re... celebrating by cheating on my friend?” To Kaluna’s astonishment, neither Dewa nor Rara denied her accusation at all. Did that mean the two of them had really been in a secret relationship behind her back? “You better be honest, Dewa.” Rara ventured to speak up.

Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** "Viktor! I found her; I'm leaving now." He was ecstatic and ready to leave. "Do not say where you are going. No one needs to know what you are doing. This must remain a secret until we know more about this situation." This was an odd request but he didn't mind. Dez was a private person anyway. "This may be more dangerous than I originally thought. Be extremely cautious." "I understand, I will text you after I get settled." He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds.

"You panic more, retrieving your things and requesting that I leave." "We don't all live in a fairytale, Mr Burak. Meaning, we all have hidden secrets that are screaming to escape and sometimes you just have to pick your battles wisely to keep those secrets hidden." I feel the need to remind him that the world is still filled with ordinary people who have demons lurking in the shadows. "I dont think-" "I agree, this was a mistake." I quickly cut him off and watch as fine lines etch deeply into his flawless complexion. I'm well aware that those were not the words he was about to utter. But, they should have been, which is why I uttered them for him.

The headline, splashed beneath my picture, was a single, devastating sentence: THE SECRETARY, THE SCANDAL, AND THE SILENCED DEATH: WHY DID SEBASTIAN SCHULZ HIRE THE WOMAN WHO COVERED UP A MANSLAUGHTER? The accompanying text, clearly sourced from the police report Sebastian himself had found, detailed the exact timeline of Zackhary's death, the quick closing of the investigation, the implied payout by a rich family to keep the name out of the press, and Sebastian's subsequent hiring of me under a false name.

"He also wants to help Yang Xiao?" "Since you don't know, I can explain it to you." Albert sneered and slowly got up. “At any rate, the dead are the most reliable when it comes to confidentiality.” Everyone who heard this was stunned. Dead bodies kept secrets in this aspect. It was the most solid! In other words, after explaining everything, Albert was going to kill him to silence him? One must know that there were several hundred people gathered here. Abritt could kill them all by himself?