To Die For Real Story Novels & Stories

John said “you’re going to kill him and he’s our only option right now.” “I knew your father,” he said while coughing trying to gasp for air. I froze and stared at him. “What the fuck did you say?” I asked. “I said I knew your father,” he replied “I used to work with him until Jackson and Zhang screw him over.” “Before we get to how you know my father,” I said “why the fuck did you fake your death?” “It was part of the plan” he replied “I was paid a large amount of money to test how your blood was corresponding with the drug that was injected into your system. I had to fake my death because if I had to disappear, we used death because nobody searches for a dead person.”

"Shut it down. Turn it off now. Cut the signal." She shouted into the phone, her fingers trembling as she reached for the red end button. The screen was already exploding with comments. The footage from just now was blurry because of the rain, but everyone heard the conversation. They heard "he chose the dead end to save you." They heard "for realism, we didn't tell him." [What the hell? What's going on? Did someone actually die?] [Wasn't this supposed to be acting? Someone really died?] [What did Harriet just say? Didn't she tell her son on purpose for realism? That's not education, that's murder.]

I shouted with all my might. "I'm sorry, treasure, but I'm afraid that's impossible." some of the men told me. "What are you going to do? Please take everything ... I'll give you everything but let us go." I was dying of fear. I didn't know what was coming. They were laughing. Apparently it was funny for them that I was praying for our lives. "Treasure, your man owes us so much moee than just money and he will pay with his life," said one of the men.

While I was consumed by guilt and despair, the family of three enjoyed a picture-perfect life. The shock of it all was too much for me, and I breathed my last. Thankfully, God gave me a second chance at life. Since Hank wanted to die, it was only right that I made sure he was dead and buried.

My mom even covered her nose and said, “She called me yesterday trying to set this up. She said she was dying and begged me to save her. “Clara, did you really think I’d fall for your trick? If you want to die so badly, then go die somewhere far away. Don’t die here and make me sick.” Something clenched painfully in my chest. It felt like acid was stuck in my throat and was burning its way down to my chest. Every breath felt like it was tearing me apart. At the same time, comments from viewers started appearing on the livestream screen. [Wow, never thought I’d see this in my life! First time seeing someone fake their death in court.]

"But it will also free you. Free the club. Free everyone from this cycle of violence and secrets." Tears streamed down my face. "I love you, Jenna Carter. I have always loved you. From that first day in history class until my last breath." His voice broke. "Do not mourn me. Do not waste your life being sad. Just live. Be free. Be happy. That is all I ever wanted for you." The video ended. The room was silent. Then Mae spoke. "Colt is alive." "Apparently." My voice was hollow. Numb. "He faked his death. Let us mourn him. All to protect some database of information."

"Cate, I missed you so much. Come back with me!" I sidestepped coolly, leaving his outstretched hand grasping nothing but air. It hung awkwardly, suspended between us. "I'm sorry—who are you?" Cate was dead. He had chosen to let her die in Audrey's place. Kevin froze, lips trembling, eyes glistening. Panic overtook him as he shouted, "Cate, we're married! Why are you pretending not to know me? It's been six months—I'm Kevin! Your husband!" The wind swept gently past, and in that quiet moment, I spotted Steve standing a short distance away.

"Exactly! He made it sound so profitable, but the whole time he was just planning to fake his death and flee the country! Who knows what kind of crime he committed that made him flee?!" "Thank God he died, or we'd never get our money back!" "Hurry up and return our money! Otherwise, we're taking your stuff as payment!" "That's right! I'm taking the TV! Come on, grab something too." I was delighted to see the chaos inside. My in-laws couldn't hold their own against this many people, especially since they were in the wrong. No one cared that they had just lost their son. Tiffany spotted me and rushed over, pulling me into the house. "She's my daughter-in-law! Go after her if you want an explan

"It doesn't matter since I can't be Eliza's mate anyway. Besides, as long as I'm with Amara, she won't interfere with Eliza's happiness." Only then did I realize that the one that my mate truly loved was also my stepsister. So, I've prepared a fake identity and planned a staged death at the hands of rogue wolves. After confirming the final arrangements for my fake death over the phone, I hung up. In two more days, I would disappear forever, just as they wished. Just then, I sensed a familiar, commanding wolf presence. I looked up instinctively to see my mate, Alpha Alaric Blackwood of the Blackwood Pack, still as imposing and well-groomed as ever.

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."