Why Does Elphaba Fake Her Death Novels & Stories

I glared at her with an icy stare. Her grip on my arm loosened, her hand trembling as she let go. "You have no idea what Travis meant to me! I can't live without him. I'm the one who truly loves him most in this world." Elaine's expression suddenly turned vicious, like a snake preparing to strike. "Ha! Travis never forgets a grudge. When he finds out you faked your death and fooled him all this time, he'll destroy you!"

“Father, you know I had no choice.” “Kael! Ronan was the one cursed by the Moon Goddess since he was a pup, the sickly one! Ronan was the one torn apart on Blood Moon Cliff! Why did you fake your death and take his place?!” Fake his death?! I froze, my claws digging into my palms. Then, the man who'd held me close every night, the man now wearing Ronan's face, spoke: “Father, Alina was already carrying Ronan's child. She's so delicate; how could she handle losing her mate? As for Elara, I gave her a strong son, something to give her standing in the pack. That's enough.”

"I drank it too, naturally." "Why?" Dexter struggled to stand, but his body wouldn't obey. His alpha healing was failing. "Because I've finally realized," Jenica's smile turned unhinged, a terrifying slash in her pale face. "If I can't have your love, or the title of Luna, then I'll have your death. We can be ashes together." "You're insane…" "Maybe." She pulled a small remote from her pocket. "Did you know? I had explosives installed on the top floors of this tower last month. A little insurance policy."

I already despised the direction this conversation was taking. El’s voice became disturbingly gentle, almost coaxing. “Let Rain die.” The room froze entirely in that moment. For a second, I believed I must have misheard him. My grip tightened on the phone until the device creaked under the pressure. “What?” “The spell she is under will end soon,” El explained calmly. “Do nothing. Let nature take its course. Let her die… and I will hand you the truth you’ve spent years searching for.” His tone sharpened with intent.

"Lily is going to be good too. I need to be better than good." "What does better than good look like?" Sofia asked. "Real," Ava said. "It looks real." Sofia nodded slowly. "Then be real." "I'm trying to figure out how to be real in front of four hundred people without it feeling like a performance of being real." "That's the whole thing, isn't it," Sofia said. "The moment you perform authenticity it stops being authentic." "Extremely unhelpful," Ava said. "Thank you." "I'm just identifying the problem. You'll solve it. You always solve things."

“I thought you denied ever knowing me, Rochelle.” I dried my tears and lifted my chin. “You look so much like him. “You’re the closest I’ve seen to Hank, but I know he’s gone. It’s wrong of you to take advantage of Judy’s grief because you resemble him. “Judy has lost her son. I can’t let anyone else hurt her again.” Judy immediately pulled Hank away from the camera. “What are you talking about, Rochelle? This is my son. My son was never dead.” I rubbed my temple, appearing rather helpless. “Don’t be fooled, Judy. With today’s technology, anyone can go under the knife to be someone else.”

Gabriela stood with her head bowed in silence for a long while before suddenly grasping my hand. She said, "Etta, let's leave. We don't have to endure this mistreatment anymore. I once helped the Chief Alchemist, and he promised to grant me one wish. I'll ask for a potion to fake our deaths, and we'll leave together, okay?" I nodded, exchanging a knowing smile with her. The peach tree beside us rustled slightly. We turned to look, only to see a shower of falling petals.

I rushed to the witches' circle, eager to share the news. But it was a lie. A trap. That almond cake was the beginning of my end. Framed. Dragged. Locked away. Suffocated in the dark—buried in silver dust. Fortunately, I had warned the witches in time, revealing Elsa's plot before I died. If Kelvin had gone to practice magic earlier, perhaps the truth would've surfaced sooner. But now… it was too late. I shook my head, unmoved. Late regret is as worthless as cold ashes.

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

She bent, picked up the certificate, read it, and laughed. “Lucian, you can’t seriously believe this.” She turned the paper over and tapped the seal. “Look at it. The aging is overdone. The embossing is weak. The clerk’s signature is shaky. Three years ago, I was the one who arranged the paperwork for your fake deaths. I know what a real file looks like. This is amateur hour.” Her smile shifted to me. “You really thought this would work? I figured if you waited somewhere filthy enough and looked pathetic enough, Lucian would come back and fall for it.”