An Accusation Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

’ ‘You’re accusing me of fraud. ‘That’s right.’ His tone was silky smooth and he seemed entirely unperturbed by her growing tension. ‘I am.’ She stared at him, trying to get to grips with the enormity of his accusation. ‘And it doesn’t occur to you that there might be another explanation for the figures?’ ‘Offer me one.’ She bit her lip. ‘I can’t. Not yet. But I will.’ ‘When you’ve had a chance to think one up?’ ‘No. Not that.’ She rounded on him angrily, panic pricking her usually even temper. ‘When I’ve discovered what’s been happening.’

One of the elders gives a small smile, but I’d imagine there is nothing behind it but barely politeness. “Well, we should go ahead and discuss why we are here. Luna Margaret, you may want to take a seat.” My mom scoffs, but I get up and direct her to sit in my chair. I stand behind her and wait to see what these two have come up with. “We are here on two accounts. We have gotten accusations from others that held merit and needed to be investigated.” “What accusations have you gotten?” I barely get the question out without the growl.

She pointed at Vicdor Blake's nose and scolded, "you set this up. Why do you come here to pretend to be kind? Vicdor Blake, you are so disgusting!" "Who said it was me? I just got the news. Miss Alice, please have a reason to say that!" Vicdor Blake retorted, gritting his teeth. Hearing this, Thomas Reagan instantly sneered and said, "it turns out that Mr.Blake also knows that the accuser needs evidence. Then do you have any real evidence for your accusation against Snow over the years?" His words shocked Vicdor Blake. He frowned with disgust and said, "don't put these two things in the same breath. The court has concluded that. How can I misunderstand?"

Thea didn't want to let the mastermind go, she pointed at Victoria and asked the police officer, "I also want to accuse her." Nathan instantly became anxious. "Thea, don't go around biting people like a mad dog. Victoria didn't harm you, what crime are you accusing her of?" Thea smirked and said, "Accuse her of defamation. Defame me for intentionally hurting others." Nathan shouted, "You are being unreasonable."

I'm reviewing a math practice test the night before the college entrance exam when I spot a chunk of red text that shouldn't be there. "At 10:00 pm, your sister's classmate, Britney Lowe, will come to your house asking to stay the night. She'll say she had a fight with her parents and has nowhere else to go." "At 2:00 am, she'll sneak into your room, then call the police at dawn and accuse you of assaulting her." "The police will arrest you, and you'll be sentenced to three years in prison. Your younger sister, Lizzie Brown, will become the target of school gossip, and unable to face the online bullying, she'll jump to her death." I frown as I read it, assuming it's some kind of prank.

After the incident, Samantha developed a peculiar mental illness. The doctor said she was projecting her trauma onto me. She subconsciously viewed me as her attacker, as an unforgivable sinner. Her parents didn't correct her. Neither did mine. I did nothing wrong. But everyone else could be saved as long as I sacrificed myself. Samantha filed a lawsuit against me, accusing me of marital assault, and hired a team of lawyers. But the judge wasn't a fool. Due to a lack of evidence, Samantha's claims were dismissed after several hearings.

“I didn’t do this, Grandma! This is just a baseless accusation from both father and child. They are conspiring against me!” Grandma exhaled a heavy, tight breath as the family members all took their seats, the initial shock settling into a frost. She rested her hands on her cane, staring directly at her grandson. “If you call this a mere accusation, Aaron,” Grandma said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, “then what exactly would you say about your cheating? The evidence of your infidelity was thrown all over the hall yesterday.” “That was a mistake!” Aaron groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I was set up, Grandma. You have to believe me.”

“Financial records. Emails. Phone logs. I followed every clue, Ethan.” She took a slow breath. “And every single one points to the same person.” Clara’s fingers tightened around the pen she was holding. She forced a smile. “Those are very serious accusations, Alexandra,” Clara said evenly. “I hope you have more than theories. If you’re going to accuse someone, you’d better have undeniable proof.” Across the table, Clara’s heart pounded. Who does she think she’s about to name? Clara’s mind raced. “Did I miss something? Did she really find out the truth?”

Now that she had finally grasped what she was being accused of, if anything, she felt even more confused. “Lorenzo, you've got this all wrong,” Phoebe protested. “If that information has got out somehow, it had nothing to do with me. And I don't like being accused of something I didn't do. If you recall, I did warn you that there was someone else listening at that doorway…” Savage derision curled Lorenzo's expressive mouth. “Don't insult my intelligence…”

My neck hair stiffened slightly as I tilted my gaze and was immediately met by the cold, scrutinizing gaze of Xavier McKinney. "I heard there’s a problem," he said coolly, his eyes locking onto mine before flicking to Mr. Anderson. "It’s a personal matter, Mr. McKinney," Mr. Anderson tried to explain, but Xavier wasn’t having it. "Personal? This concerns the event I’m sponsoring, doesn’t it?" His tone left no room for argument. "I’d like to hear what’s going on." For a moment, the room was silent, and I could see Mr. Anderson weighing his options. Eventually, he sighed. "There’s been an accusation against Miss Rocci. Something to do with mishandling funds."