To Die For Real Story Novels & Stories

I guess you can’t expect someone to be all calm and easy to follow when they think they’re about to die. I wish I could tell her the truth. I almost slipped, almost. I wanted to tell her so badly that when I said I wanted to be with her forever, I meant it, and I would be. But I’ve seen enough death in the war to know Darius is right about one thing: if we’re going to sell this, she needs to believe everything that happens tomorrow is real. I don’t know what I’d have done if she chose to mark me back tonight. She’d know in an instant what was going on.

I opened the video file I had recorded an hour ago. My face stared back at me pale, determined, and trembling. “My name is Sheila Drake,” I began in the recording, my voice steady despite the tightness in my throat. “I was declared dead a year ago in a fire set by my husband, Adrian Drake. What I’m about to share will expose the truth behind his empire, his company, and the blood he’s built it on.”

He stood over the bed for forty-three seconds. Then he left. Czar watched the footage on loop, fists clenched so tight blood dripped from where his nails cut his palms. “He touched you,” he whispered. “He didn’t,” I said. “He just… watched.” Czar turned to me, eyes black with rage. “He’s going to die screaming.” I grabbed his arm. “Czar, stop. We need to think. If Nathaniel is alive—” “He’s not Nathaniel.” His voice cracked like a whip. “He’s a ghost with a death wish.”

He added that I could have had a huge chance of recovering from cancer, but my family had signed an agreement for the transplant, which was what killed me. I did not hear what else Dr. Janson said as Christine slumped to the floor listlessly. Her phone also fell on the floor. "How did this happen? I didn't want him to die! I never wanted him to…" I watched this scene unfold calmly.

Blake, who had been listening quietly, suddenly perks up. “James Dean?” Blake repeats, exchanging a glance with Demitri. I laugh, incredulous. “Why are you looking at me like I just said the name of an alien?” Demitri leans back, his eyes locked on me with unsettling intensity. “Because the James Dean we know, the one who supposedly died, didn’t actually die. He faked his own death.” My stomach twists, the casual confidence I had starting to unravel. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “My uncle is dead. I know he is.”

" did you tell your mom when she came back? " " what do you expect, I did but she never believed me and that's how the matter was forgotten till now she still don't believe me. " " That man need to go to jail" I shouted in rage " He is dead already " " what!. What do you mean dead? He can't die without paying for his sins" " He died of heart disease " I pull her for a bone crushing hug " I'm sorry you had to go through this alone, I'm sorry you had no one with you and I'm so sorry for every other things "

“look, it's a very long story Mercedes, I can't start explaining now, there's no—” “No. No Aramide,you have started again, you play this your game of hide and seek,did you fake your own death?how could you? I know you like to stoop low, but this is too low even for you” “look Mercedes, I didn't fake.my own death, I had been in comma for months, when I finally woke up, the doctors told me that I had died and that they had to declare me dead, but when I woke up, they felt it would be right to keep a secret, seeing as it look like a murder case, look, Efrain is here, he was my doctor” Aramide tried to explain

Theo's eyes lit up when he saw Jax. He paid no mind to his bleeding wounds and stumbled over to try to hug Jax. However, Jax deftly avoided him, leaving him to tumble onto the floor. "Are you the one disturbing my mother?" Jax questioned. Theo looked stupefied. "What are you talking about, little pup? I'm your father!" Jax's expression remained neutral as he said, "Please watch what you say. My father is dead. He died when he allowed someone else to set a fire and hurt my mother."

I did not expect Lynn to leave right after helping him with his clothes. The next day, Camden was still sleeping when Lynn went over. Lynn said to her husband in annoyance, "I faked my death because I wanted to avoid this man. I was afraid of offending the Prices. Who knew he would still remember all this time, and even marry that doctor? "That doctor must know something about me faking my death. If she exposes me, it would be the end of me and my family. After all, we used every connection at a higher level to fake my death successfully…"

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."