Why Does Elphaba Fake Her Death Novels & Stories

Trust only the fire you make yourself. — Z. Aurora’s stomach dropped. Elara met her gaze without flinching. “You think I betrayed him?” she asked. “You think I’d bring you here to blindside you?” “I don’t know what to think,” Aurora snapped. The binder felt suddenly like a trap. “Why is she in the photo? Why is she with him?” Elara’s jaw set. “Because I helped him fake his death. Because sometimes to fight fire, you have to burn your own house down. He wanted them to think he was gone so he could move without their hands on his throat.”

The ropes dug painfully into my wrists, but before I could think more, footsteps approached from afar. Rory emerged from the shadows, laughing maniacally, "Finally, you're in my clutches." Somehow, a strange calm settled over me. "So, your emotional trauma was all an act." Rory burst into frenzied laughter. "If I hadn't faked the illness, how could Hazel have devoted herself to me? How could she have hurt you so deeply for my sake? Everything was going perfectly."

The terms were laid out in perfect detail. Alaric had secretly orchestrated my flawless staged death at the cliff. He'd arranged a high-level shadow shaman to completely sever the Mate Bond trace between us. He'd fabricated a body, decomposed beyond identification. He'd even used his connections to forge the drowning record in the Council's system. The final clause stated coldly: After completion, Alaric would secretly transfer me and my family to a distant, absolutely secure territory. Both parties would never contact each other again for the rest of their lives.

"How? Are you cutting things off with him, or are you just saying that to keep me calm until this blows over and things go right back to how they were? Kayla, where does he actually stand with you? Where do I stand?" I caught a shadow shifting in the doorway and kept going. "As long as you cooperate, I can balance things between you and Yuvan." "Balance things? The way you balanced things by faking PTSD so you could save yourself for him? Or were you already planning to swap things around later, pass off Yuvan's child as mine? Kayla, if you're going to ask something of me, you need to hold yourself to the same standard first." She stared at me, clearly caught off guard that I knew the PTSD h

The children studying with me cowered behind me, frightened by her outburst. I extended my arm to shield them, my tone cold. "Eliza, if you're here to cause trouble, I suggest you stop. You're scaring the children." "Me? Causing trouble?" She sneered, suddenly pointing at my face and shouting, "You fake your death to frame me, play the victim for sympathy—aren't you disgusted with yourself?" "I only took back what was mine," I looked at her calmly. "You made mistakes and should face the consequences."

“Dareth killed them all.” Prince Ludiciel went still. His silver hair fluttered in the soft breeze as the words sank in. "No…” He shook his head slowly, his voice breaking. “No, no, that's not true.” It couldn't be true. His eyes darted around wildly as he began to move through the crowd, calling Elliot’s name in disbelief. There was no way he was dead. He didn't believe it. How could Elliot leave him? Prince Ron swallowed hard and turned to Eron. “You brought the Elves back. Can’t you do something about the others?” Surely, as the Earth Spirit, he could heal them.

A menacing smile appeared on my lips as I stared at her intently. "Uh-huh? How can you call me a slut when I am not the one who were naked awhile ago. You are. You probably are trying to seduce your Alpha, huh?" I huffed. "You think you can do that by showing off your fake boobs, purposely making it in contact with his arms?" "We don't know who you are but you better stop saying nonsense if you don't want to be punished. She's the future Luna and you must respect her!" Another girl spat out angrily.

“Friday. You will show up. Or I will make sure the story comes out in a way you won’t like.” His eyes darkened. “You would destroy your own son?” She did not blink. “You started that the day you faked your death.”

"And you believed she was dead." "The report documented an overdose. Five years after the state shuttered the home. They discovered her in a Chicago apartment with a needle in her arm. Marcus verified it. Elara verified it. Every source verified it." He glares at the phone. "But it was a fabrication. She staged her own death. She's been breathing this whole stretch." "Why would she execute that?" "To vanish. To dissolve into a new identity." He slaps the phone onto the counter. "I comprehend the urge. I've spent thirty years attempting to dissolve into someone else."

So I held on, and I watched her twist her face and contort her body, and I heard all of the noise that comes from a person who is dying a horrible death…and they know it. But I still didn't stop. I just kept holding on. I held on until she quit twitching, and the noise finally stopped. But that wasn't even the craziest part of it. Once she finally did stop moving....she exploded into dust! Not the stardust and energy that a forest elf usually turns to when they die, but just plain old dirty dust. It made me so happy to know that her energy was dead, that I actually laughed out loud, and I am not one bit sorry for it today."