After My Death, I Exposed Her Perfect Crimes

I jolted awake with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The familiar ceiling of my bedroom came into focus—the same pale blue I'd stared at for years, the same hairline crack running from the corner that Dad kept promising to fix. For one blissful moment, confusion reigned. Then reality crashed down on me like a tidal wave. I remembered dying. I remembered everything. My trembling hand reached for my phone on the nightstand, fingers fumbling as I checked the date. October 15th. The day that had destroyed my life stared back at me from the screen, mocking me with its innocuous numbers. I sat up slowly, my gaze drifting to the wall calendar where I'd circled the date in red marker—'Dance Committee Meeting' scrawled beside it in my looping handwriting.

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After dance class, I headed straight to the empty computer lab, my mind racing with possibilities. The school was quieter now, most students gone for the day. Perfect for what I needed to do.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled to a contact I hadn't called in years—not in this lifetime, anyway.

"Nichols Investment Group, how may I direct your call?" The professional voice answered on the second ring.

"Edward Nichols, please. Tell him it's his granddaughter, Samantha."

A brief pause. "One moment, Miss Nichols."

My fingers drummed nervously against the desk as I waited. In my previous life, I'd been too proud, too determined to handle everything myself. That independence had cost me everything.

"Samantha?" My grandfather's deep voice came through the line, a note of surprise evident. "This is unexpected. Is everything alright?"

I took a deep breath. "Actually, no. I need your help, Grandpa. It's important."

"What's wrong?" The immediate concern in his voice nearly broke me.

"I have reason to believe someone at school is planning to steal my identity," I said, keeping my voice steady. "I need protection—credit monitoring, identity theft prevention, everything you can think of."

A beat of silence. "That's... specific. Has something happened?"

"Call it intuition," I replied. "But I'd rather be paranoid than sorry."

"I'll be there after school," he said without hesitation. "Text me the address. We'll take care of this today."

Relief flooded through me. "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Samantha," he said before hanging up, "whatever's going on, you're not alone. Remember that."

The words struck me like a physical blow. In my previous life, I had been so terribly alone at the end.

Not this time.

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The next morning, I arrived at school early, a spare dance costume carefully folded in my bag. As I approached my locker, I spotted Riley and two of her friends huddled nearby, their voices dropping to whispers when they saw me.

I pretended not to notice, methodically spinning my combination lock. Yesterday's credit protection meeting with Grandpa had gone perfectly—he'd arrived with his company's security expert, and together they'd locked down my identity tighter than Fort Knox. The relief on my parents' faces when they realized what could have happened had been worth every awkward explanation.

"Morning, Sam!" Riley's voice, artificially bright, cut through my thoughts. She approached, a large coffee cup in hand, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

"Riley," I acknowledged coolly, pulling out my dance bag.

"Getting ready for rehearsal? Ms. Hayes says your new piece is... interesting." The slight emphasis made her meaning clear—she'd already been trying to undermine me with our instructor.

I shrugged, turning to close my locker. As I did, Riley took a step forward, her coffee cup tilting just enough to send a stream of dark liquid cascading onto my dance bag—right where my costume would be.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, her free hand flying to her mouth in mock horror. "I'm so clumsy! Your costume!"

I met her gaze steadily, then slowly unzipped my bag. The coffee had soaked through, staining the outer fabric of the bag dark brown.

"Such a shame," Riley said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "And rehearsal starts in ten minutes..."

I reached into my locker and pulled out another bag, this one smaller and waterproof. Unzipping it, I revealed an identical, pristine costume.

"Fortunately," I said, my voice even, "dancers always have backups."

The flash of frustration in Riley's eyes was quickly masked, but I'd seen it. She hadn't expected me to be prepared.

"How... organized of you," she managed, her smile strained.

"I've learned to anticipate... accidents," I replied, closing my locker with a decisive click.

As I walked away, I heard one of Riley's friends whisper, "That was weird. It's like she knew..."

Indeed I did. And I was just getting started.

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The school had emptied hours ago, but I remained, hidden in the shadows of the AV room. The security footage from the common areas played on the monitor before me—a favor from the tech club president after I'd helped him with his dance for the upcoming talent show.

My eyes burned from staring at the screen, but I refused to look away. Riley had to slip up eventually. Everyone did.

And then I saw it.

Riley, glancing furtively over her shoulder, approaching Bethany Williams' locker. Bethany—the scholarship student whose financial aid documents had mysteriously "disappeared" last year, forcing her to drop out. In my previous life, I'd never connected the dots.

I leaned closer, watching as Riley slipped something that looked like a master key into the lock, quickly opened the locker, and removed something before closing it again.

My heart raced as I fumbled for my phone, capturing a screenshot of the footage. Evidence. Real, tangible evidence of Riley's activities.

As I stared at the image on my phone, a chill ran down my spine. The hunt had begun—and this time, I wouldn't be the prey.

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The Ironveil council chamber smelled like old leather and cold coffee. I sat at the far end of the long table, in the seat I had occupied for ten years, with the Luna's crest carved into the wood under my right hand. My husband, Alpha Alexander Bell, sat at the head. Between us stretched twelve of his senior wolves, two Gammas, and a map of the eastern trade corridor I had drawn myself three winters ago. I was speaking when my phone buzzed against my thigh. "—which means we renegotiate the timber terms with Crescent Hollow before the frost," I said, not looking down. "They'll concede six points if we offer the east ridge access. I've already drafted the language." Alexander nodded without really hearing me. He was scrolling through something on his own phone under the lip of the table, the way he always did in meetings he thought were beneath him. I used to find it charming once.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.6

The Alpha's Fertility Lie Collapsed After His Drunken Confession

8.6

After two years of severed mate bonds with Daniel Washington, the former Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack, we crossed paths at a pack gathering held in a grand Victorian-style hall. By now, he had a new mate, Catalina Parker, and whispers of her pregnancy were already circulating among the pack. As the wine flowed and inhibitions lowered, the atmosphere turned playful, and we found ourselves caught in a game of truth or dare. Daniel, clearly having indulged too much, looked at me with a slight redness in his eyes, his once-commanding aura now tinged with recklessness. "Two years ago," he confessed, his voice just above a whisper but carrying the weight of an alpha tone, "I tampered with our mate bond rituals to ensure we could never produce offspring." The room erupted in gasps and murmurs, the pack members’ eyes darting between us. I lifted my glass of Pinot Noir, my hand steady despite the storm brewing inside me. "In fact," I replied, my voice calm and measured, "I’ve since examined your fertility. It’s practically non-existent. In layman's terms, you're hardly capable of siring a pup." The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sharp intake of breath from Catalina. Her expression transformed right before my eyes, disbelief and anxiety twisting her features.

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9.8

Bound to the Alpha King: Rise of the Fallen Luna

9.8

He strode toward me, eyes burning, gaze falling on the baby. “You’re useless. A useless woman with a useless womb.” *** Kim thought she would give birth to an heir, a child that would finally earn her her mate’s love. But fate had other plans. After the loss of her baby, she was dumped, ridiculed, abandoned and left to die. Stripped of the right to become Luna, Kim was broken, tarnished and alone. Then appeared the Alpha King—Amon. His presence burned into the air, his eyes igniting a fire she should have ignored, and the world seemed to collapse the moment he spoke her name. Taken into a world far beyond the one that rejected her, Kimberly doesn’t remain broken for long. The weak, grieving woman they discarded begins to change. To rise. To become something no one saw coming. And when she returns, she is no longer the Luna they cast aside. She is stronger. And this time…she won’t spare the ones who made her cry.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.2

Reborn, I make the scum Alpha Cuckolded

9.2

In my past life, I was nothing more than a shadow to him. The Alpha, cold and distant, kept me at arm's length. He was obsessed with his so-called "white moonlight," an idealized image of someone who could never be mine. I was never seen, never cared for. And in the end, it cost me everything. My love for him-blind, foolish, unconditional-led to my death. He never noticed my sacrifice, never saw how I withered in silence for him. The day I died, my love for him was all that remained, but it meant nothing. I meant nothing. But now. Now I am reborn. I stand before him, no longer the fragile, desperate woman he ignored. I made him cuckolded.

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8.2

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

8.2

The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of our bedroom as I stirred awake, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Three years. Three years since Dexter had marked me as his Luna, and each anniversary had brought new ways for him to assert his dominance. I could sense his presence beside me, that familiar aura of cold authority that had once made my heart race with what I'd mistaken for love. "Happy anniversary, my dear Luna," Dexter's voice cut through the silence, carrying that particular tone he used when he was pleased with himself. I turned to find him already dressed in his pressed Alpha attire, holding an ornate envelope sealed with the Shadowmoon Pack crest. My stomach clenched, but I kept my expression neutral. "Good morning, Alpha." The title felt like ash on my tongue, but I'd learned to deliver it with just the right amount of reverence. He extended the envelope toward me, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I have something special for you today.

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9.0

Rejected Mate's Crimson Vengeance

9.0

I woke up in a world I didn’t recognize—my world now, but not the one I was born into. I was Juniper Howell, daughter of Alpha Felipe Howell and Luna Emery Bennett of the Silver Crescent Pack. Today was my Ascension Ceremony, the ritual that would officially recognize me as an adult werewolf and solidify my place in the pack hierarchy. But as I stood in the grand hall, surrounded by the pack’s elders and warriors, I could feel the tension in the air like a storm brewing. The ceremony began, and the pack’s Beta stepped forward to initiate the ritual. As my inner wolf, Flame, stirred within me, I braced myself for the moment when her essence would manifest. But as the crimson glow of my wolf’s fur began to shimmer around me, the room erupted in whispers. “Look at that,” someone muttered. “Her wolf’s aura is so faint. It’s almost… ordinary.” Sabrina Jimenez, my half-sister and the pack’s other Delta, stood to the side, her lips curled into a smirk.

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