Best Fake Diploma Novels & Stories

"I think all of you certainly have no clue what this woman has done!" His tone was clearly very worked up. "This woman stopped studying at a middle-school level, but when she came to my company to apply for a job, she actually said that she was a college graduate, and she actually tricked me with a fake diploma. In the end, I recruited her to our company. Then, she started to frequently create troubles in our company. She failed at her work in every aspect and she kept accusing others at every turn. She kept arguing with her colleagues and she offended every single person in the entire company. In the end, she even framed and blamed other people. Her actions were so nasty that everyone in th

I glanced at them one last time, then turned and left with Emily. … The verdict came down. My mother was sentenced to three years. Kyle received one and a half years. The case even made the news. The internet dug Kyle up completely. The "elite UK graduate" he had bragged about turned out to be a fake university—one that issued diplomas in exchange for money. Someone also leaked chat records of him flirting with married women abroad. His carefully crafted "rich, handsome, elite" persona shattered into pieces. Relatives began calling again. But their tone had completely changed.

“Now I know that he drinks earl grey tea. Forrest, mate. Don’t you get in trouble using a fake name?” “People fake everything nowadays. It’s not that he committed a crime that they could connect them to Forrest,” Pyke answered. “I didn’t commit any crimes. I didn’t fake anything. My accent maybe, but my citizenship is still British. You just imposed that I am American.” They went silent and looked at each other. “Have anyone checked my IDs?” When they didn’t reply, I answered, “That’s what I thought.” The document I passed on my application was forged, but no one suspected me. I couldn’t use my MIT diploma and my actual name because it would be suspicious. I actually committed fraud.

"Artificially aged." "They're fake, Noah," Aria said. "All of them. The divorce decree. The birth certificate. She forged them." "That's impossible," Vivian said, standing up. "That man—that doctor—he doesn't know what he's looking at. He's working off photos!" "He's the best in the country," Aria said. "And he says you made them." Noah looked from the phone to the letter in his hand. The letter that promised him love. The letter that gave him a father who cared.

Steve inquired in his professional tone. Dr. Atlas raised his chin. “My hair didn’t turn gray for nothing. This certificate is fake. It lacks the institute’s seal, and the QR code, which we include for students to access the online version, is missing. Even the paper quality is subpar. We are a reputable institute with a ninety-year history. We do not make mistakes like this.” Regina held my shoulders from behind, her smile triumphant. “Now the bitch will be exposed,” she whispered, and I squeezed her hand in gratitude before turning to Ray, who wore a smug grin.

"Damn it! I studied biomedical engineering for ten years and went nearly bald before earning my PhD. And this celebrity's brother does it in four?" "More importantly, his undergraduate degree was in art! He went to a shady college abroad. Then he comes back and magically earns a PhD from a top college. What are we, clowns? Without this article, we'd never know something like this was going on in the academic circles." "This is unbelievable! Someone needs to do something about this. Doesn't the two and two program at Seavale College exist just for rich kids like him? These privileged brats will stop at nothing to fast-track their way through life!"

It slid across the wood and stopped right in front of him. His eyes dropped to it. “What is this?” “Apparently something you’re already handling,” I said. Mariah inhaled quietly beside me. Mr. Caldwell unfolded the paper slowly. He stared at it for a moment. Then he sighed. “Students can be immature.” That did it. “Immature?” I snapped. “That was taped to her locker this morning.” Mariah’s hands tightened in her lap. “This rumor started from a joke,” I continued, anger pushing every word out faster now. “Now people are posting fake pregnancy announcements online, printing fake ultrasounds, and sticking them on lockers.”

It's a photo of Anna in a cap and gown, smiling proudly at the camera and holding her diploma. Behind her, hands resting on the girl's shoulders, are Stewart and Ophelia. "I didn't pick up on the scam until we were closing out our files." Diana reaches for the scattered papers and straightens them. "The Whitfields have worked with Cleary Consulting for many years. When details started showing up in doubles... well, you can see my concern." "For all I know, this is Photoshopped. So no, I can't." "I figured you'd say something like that." She hands me the stack. "Here. Take a look and tell me I'm lying."

he asked. She shook her head. "You actually brought this fake certificate," he said, dropping the certificate on his desk. "To apply for a job here. Are you fucking serious?!" he yelled. She flinched. "I didn't... I am sorry, please..." she stuttered helplessly. He scoffed. "You know, five years is fucking tiny to make me forget your educational background, Giselle." Tears rolled down her eyes. "You are just a high school graduate. Did you really think you could outsmart me with this?" He pointed down at the certificate.

“No need to beat around the bush. Just tell me what you've been hiding from me all this time." “What I want to say is that you are smart, you are the best graduate of my university. But with thousands of applicants to doctoral programs every year, your application will be lost among other prospective students. I don't want them to waste a great student like you just because they were overwhelmed by sorting through the applicants. So, I contacted an acquaintance of mine and asked him to help me.” “That's cheating! You're doing nepotism again!" Shanon screeched in anger and panic.