Fakingdeath Stories

Valeria Moretti vanished in a blaze of twisted metal and smoke-or so the world believed. But the plane crash was her escape, her only path out of a marriage poisoned by betrayal. Two lives torn apart. But one, a woman finally free to choose herself and a love on her terms.

When you love someone, your goal in life is to live with them, love and cherish them, to defend and protect them from harm and evil. You'd do anything to help them, to keep them going even if it sounds so selfish. Who would've thought TenTen would step up to the plate, and save Neji..? ...at the cost of faking their deaths.... ~ ~ ~ I DON'T OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM NARUTO OR NARUTO SHIPPUDEN

"Es hätte alles so perfekt werden können, doch du hast es zerstört... Ich hasse dich!" Dies sollen Gin's letzte Worte gewesen sein, bevor sie verschwand. //Dies ist die Geschichte eines Mädchens welches ihrem Leben ein Ende setzte, um ein neues zu beginnen. Doch kann sie ihr altes Leben einfach so hinter sich lassen?//

What if it is all a mirage? What if you fooled us right? What if you faked your death? What if it was the only way of escape ? What if the science of deduction is right? What if the world is too ordinary? What if miracles do occur? What if i am right?

After Dino's death, Ash handed over all the documents and information he had on the Banana Fish drug, Dino's crime network and child prostitution ring and all the people on his payroll over to the police. In return he got immunity from prosecution which meant that after being the key witness in the trial that changed New York forever, all charges against him would be dropped and he would be free. Now, Ash was free which was what he had been fighting for for the last three years with only one goal in mind - to see Eiji again. But how would he contact him when Eiji had assumed he was dead? How would he explain it and apologize for all the pain he caused him? What if he moved on or hated him? Or worse, had forgotten about him? With Max's encouragement, Ash still tries to contact Eiji, hoping he gives him a second chance now that he is free... A new year is a good moment to start over, right? Will Eiji feel the same? With a happy ending, of course✨

Faking your death is one thing, but coming out about it. . . Is a whole other thing. (Creidt for book idea; @IWannaSeeChuSmileR5)

In a rural area lies a school beside the forest where curious thirteen 5th graders found a strange boy and befriended him. While playing with him, the boy accidentally falls from a cliff and to keep the accident low, they decided to secret it. 5 years later, the horror continued when sudden deaths of those thirteen kids one by one spread throughout the ears of many.

A single lie discovered is enough to create doubt in every truth expressed. (completed)

It's only been a few weeks since the Traveler made the ultimate sacrifice and watched her old life die away. It was gone, no going back now. The plane went down. The funeral was held. The grave was dug only to be empty. Her old life was reduced to nothing but memories. Her mirror room was supposed to be her escape from guilt and regret. Her escape from everything. And yet it taunts her with the memory of what she's done. She's seen the grave, she knows the name engraved on the top. The way the room decided to taunt her takes her by surprise but helps her realize that maybe, just maybe, the choice was inevitable.

We cautiously walked towards the cockpit in darkness. The guy was dead. And we were crash landing. And oh, how convenient. All of the parachutes weren't there. Then the realization came: someone else is-or was-on the plane with us. Fear was choking me. I felt myself flying up from the floor and screamed. I closed my eyes as my body hit the roof of the plane and knocked the wind out of me. Charlie seemed to stay silent, even though I wasn't sure she was calm. Then the fall started. My body collapsed on the floor, and I went sliding forward. I managed to block my face from the hit with a nearby wall. I guess that's why seat belts exist. My sister suffered a similar fate once I glanced over at her. Then I did the unthinkable. I (somehow) with superhuman strength, stood up, gave my sister a hand, and climbed through the rows. I opened the emergency exit. What was left of my hair was blowing around my face. I saw the sea under us... and I... Yes. I jumped. Charlene followed-probably because I did. On the way down-even though the air was blocking most of my hearing-I heard Charlie scream something like, "YOU STUPID IDIOT!" to me. My body flared with pain once I touched the water, even though I tried to fall head-down. I swam as quickly as I could forward and soon... I saw... LAND! I looked back and saw Charlie keeping up with me. I knew she saw the island too. I swam faster, pushing myself harder-luckily I did have swim classes. I tried not to think about anything that could be in the water as I swam. Finally I tumbled onto the sand, and collapsed. Charlie was-somehow-more energetic. She sat calmly, observing the island. Now it was up to us to survive.

"Time will be of aid, but often the best air is revenge"

How difficult it is to actually know who you are? To tell the difference between the real you and the way the world gradually shaped a shell around you that all the people see? And what if the shell suddenly disappeared and you were left with only the raw core of your being, no memories, no messed up beliefs, no sense of your past hunting your every action? ... And what if your past starts catching up to you, revealing all the filth your mind used to bathe in - what then? This story centres around a post-head injury Jim navigating his way through dangerous friendships, unexpected explosions and the mess that is his mind. (And hatred for yellow, can't forget Jim's hatred for yellow.) _____________ • Work in progress - yes, I really AM working on it, even though at snail's pace xD. Currently looking for an easygoing beta with an eye for linguistic details :') • I claim no ownership over Sherlock characters or over the photo I used for the cover. • Here you can check out a playlist connected to this experiment - I couldn't help myself :'3 https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLmoHZ2pkLD3KNyzI_u4glXt0I5isXRAGF

Bree Taylor is far from an average girl as one mistake at the age of 12 turned Bree life into a 360 spin and now Bree is just a puppet in a larger game, to reach her freedom Bree has to follow kill orders and orders to reach the finish line but before reaching that line, love gets in the way. Do you choose love or your own freedom? Luca rossi is the son of Arden Rossi and we have heard her story 'Rossi' now its his turn to fight for what he believes in. Bree Taylor comes in his life but not for him but for information, she's a spy and he's the target. Could this be a happily ever after or will love kill them both. This could be game over for the Rossi family?

When Theodore fakes his death, attends his own funeral and nobody shows, he takes revenge into his own hands

Adaliz Fischer, a 17 year old student at Saint Lucia High School is the next target of Jacqueline Hale, the innocent looking School murder. She fakes her death and becomes the new student of Saint Lucia. She tries to hide her identity to not get killed. Can she handle it or will she fail hiding her true identity? ***WARNING*** If you hate cussing and violence, this is not for you. Some parts in Faking Death are violent and not suitable for younger children. Thank you and read on!

Ava Smith was freshly out of college when she ran into a young girl stealing a woman's purse. A week later she finds that the young girl she met has been killed. She starts doubting Saph's murder when a friend of Saph's thinks that Saph might have faked her death. Is Saph dead or is she faking it? Why would she fake it though? . . Should Ava help figure out why Saph's friend thinks that Saph faked her death?

After faking his death, Earnest finds himself partaking in a sort of life he could never of imagined.

"I didn't have it in myself to go with grace." What would you do if you had to make the tough choice of living the life you wanted but risking your loved one's in the process or sacrificing that life to save them? For the Traveler, the answer was obvious, but it didn't hurt any less. This story follows the Traveler after her choice to fake her death. Written in the first person with a style mimicking that of Junot Diaz, we see her thoughts and regret firsthand. After all, it's not every day you fake your death. Italics are lyrics from "my tears ricochet" by Taylor Swift