Best Fake Diploma Novels & Stories

"Can you believe that? Someone so pathetic?" If only you knew, I thought, fighting back a smile. If only you knew who I really am, what I have now. "The worst part," Flora went on, clearly frustrated by my lack of reaction, "is that somehow this woman landed a job at a clinic. With fake credentials, fake degrees. Playing make-believe as a counselor when she can barely take care of herself." That was enough. I let out a small laugh, unable to help myself. "Something funny?" Flora demanded.

She clutched her fingers together tightly and swallowed a thick wad of spit before taking a deep breath. “The information on my resume is all fake. I didn’t attend the schools I wrote there and doesn’t own any of the qualifications listed. I lived with my journalist aunty who taught me everything about being a journalist but I didn’t have the luxury of going to a standard school. I did study journalism at a university but it wasn’t the one I wrote on my credentials” she confessed A short pause and moment of silence followed and my eyes were glued to Stanley who was looking at her intently as she confessed all she had done. He was as blank as a paper that I couldn’t deduce what he was thinkin

And before she stop herself, words were already out, "But the tabloids_" Damien cut her off, "I know what type of information Tabloids give away about me. They call me as a billionaire playboy of Rock castle, one month prince, having an affair with some celebrity, announcer, and all every month." They would have been through another moment of argument already but as Nathaniel's voice buzzed in his mind, Damien tried not to lose his temper with her given their condition. His voice turned soft as he replied, "Eden, you have to trust me on this. You can't tell me you believe every crap they say about me. Not at least after seeing my life revolving around my work, around my office."

Even though you could barely feel it, it felt good to feel a little warmth from somewhere other than heaters, hot water bottles and electric blankets. Looks like the man did excellent in all three of his interviews. His fake qualifications were all attached. BCom degree in Marketing, Bachelor’s degree in English and Diploma in business. The fake name he worked under was Harvey Scott. What a weird combination. The managers that had hired him were supposed to run his papers for validation. How could they have not?

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

Is there something wrong with my CV, Oh God, in hurry I didn't even check it, ’ she thought while showing a fake smile? ‘ What the hell? Are these really real degrees? Double Masters in Business Assessment, Diploma in more than ten coarse, she doesn't look that intelligent by her looks ’ he thought while reading her file and then looking at her. “ Your documents are saying that you have completed Masters in Business Assessment five years ago, thereafter you have taken many coarse and judging by the years in which you have passed these exams, you must be in your thirties but why are you looking so young? So, just tell me Miss Sona, are these documents originals? Are these really yours? ” he s

he blurted out of nowhere. “Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He smirked. “Of course not. I am serious. Let’s get married. Let’s make this whole thing real. We were supposed to get married anyway. Remember, we are still engaged.” “Oh my gosh, you still remember that fake engagement?” “That engagement brings us closer together, thanks to your dad.” “I wonder how dad would react if he knew about our relationship.”

The kind of handwriting that didn't waste space. Was this his version of an apology? I set the note down. Picked up my phone. The pizza app was still open. An unknown number called. I declined it. The pizza app asked me to confirm my order. The unknown number called again. I answered it. "You can't seriously be eating pizza right now." The voice was different — lower, easier, stripped of the boardroom distance he wore during office hours. If I hadn't been listening for it, I might not have recognized it at all.

It said that I studied law and got a PhD in European and American Legal Studies. It also said that I’m a professor at Harvard. CEO of a multi million dollar beauty brand. Everything on it was fake. That wasn’t me. What threw me off balance was the document file of business registration of Elena Beauty Luxe. It was assessed at $7 million dollars. “You’ll manage that business from now on.” Adrian said as if he had noticed that I was on that page. “How far can you go to fake all this?” “At least your CEO title is not fake now. I made some calls, you’ve been added to the professor list at Harvard legal studies school. Just play your role well and you’re good to go.” Adrian added.