Best Fake Diploma Novels & Stories

I cursed at my mother inside of me, I would not be stuck with this total stranger not agreed to be a fake bride if she hadn't filled me as a guarantor and fled. Daniel is an intelligent man, no doubt about that. He already knew I wouldn't have a choice. He found out I had a debt dangling around my neck, he knew why I did this fake bride thing. He was trying so hard to make me regret my decision and punish me for it.

—No, at the moment I don't want my mother to see you so tell me where to meet. "In my office then," he stood up. "Do we have a deal?" He shook my hand. "Sure." I shook it too. I felt a little shock of electricity when that happened. Perhaps Oliver could sense it too because he withdrew his hand immediately. "See you tomorrow, Miss Aileen." He left my house, leaving me completely speechless. I'm sure he's wondering why I didn't insult him or say things to him. The truth was he had no courage, he had cried for a long time but at last he had the opportunity he wanted. I didn't care if I had to pretend to be very in love with Oliver in order to have my scholarship and to continue studying, to gr

“Thanks a lot for the effort, Jessica. But even I want to fake my identity... where do I begin? I don’t only need to appear like a twenty-five-year-old graduate. I also need to show them proof that I am a graduate. Actual credentials. How am I supposed to manifest a fake bachelor’s degree out of thin air?” A slow, mischievous smirk spread across Jessica’s face. “You really think I didn’t think this through before I dragged you over here?” “What do you mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “I know a guy. He specializes in faking resumes, and his work looks flawless. All you have to do is say the word, and he’ll print out official-looking graduation transcripts for you. No one will ever know.” I slow

She smiled brightly, then her head tilted, noticing my expression. “Why do you look so sad? You just won the lottery!” She nagged. “It’s fake,” I replied. I couldn’t hold it in. Apart from the fact that I needed them to understand the situation, I couldn’t lie to my close friends. “He’s forcing me. He has something on me, and he’s using it to make me his fake girlfriend. He needs to fix his reputation.” I explained and the room went silent. Jenna and Annette exchanged glances, then they both started laughing.

Outside the window the city moved in its indifferent way, glass and light and distance, and I thought about how strange it was to be sitting in this office negotiating the terms of a fake relationship with a man I’d met over pasta and forced proximity twenty-four hours ago. “There’s something I haven't finished explaining last night,” Adrian said. I looked at him. “The reason my parents need to believe this is real.” He leaned back slightly, unhurried, choosing the words with the care of someone who didn’t use more than necessary. “There is someone I’ve been involved with. The relationship has become, in my parents’ view, a liability. Particularly my father. He’s given me a timeline.” “To en

I couldn't tell her the truth, so I had to give her a version of reality that made sense. “I need you to give me a job at your company,” I explained. “I don't actually have to come into the office, but I need the paperwork. I need to be able to show her that I’m working as a secretary. That way, if I’m away from home for a few days at a time, she’ll just think I’m busy with work or staying near the office. I’ll tell her I got a job with Mr. Everett’s firm.” Mr. St. Clair’s eyes sparkled. “That’s a brilliant idea! I’ll have my people prepare everything you need—the contract, the ID, the formal offer. Whatever it takes to make it look official.”

"You checked that?" Geovanni was amused. "My colleagues at the firm put that online. It's not entirely true." The events he attended might be fake, but things such as his journals and college degree were all real. Geovanni was simply outstanding. She smiled and said, "Anyway, it's out there, and I'll take it seriously. If any part of it is fake, work hard and make it real." "Alright. I'll try my best," Geovanni said, smiling.

But now, the spring semester had officially begun, and I was finding it harder and harder to keep my mask from slipping. I sat in the student lounge, nursing a lukewarm coffee, staring at a stack of forged travel authorization forms. Nathan—no, Professor Blake—had been meticulous. These documents "proved" I had been selected for a prestigious international research fellowship in Paris. It was a lie so grand it made my original fake paper about the Codex look like a child’s drawing. "You’re doing it again," a voice snapped.

Her lips trembled as she gritted out, "Matthias… is he telling the truth?" Matthias shuddered. He didn't dare look her in the eye. He could only shake his head desperately. "N-No! Don't believe him, Naomi! They're in on this together. They just want to tear us apart!" "They want to tear us apart?" Naomi let out a sharp laugh. "What are we, then? A con artist and a fool?" She stepped forward, picked up the forged Yandell University diploma from the floor, and flung it in Matthias' face.

"Didn't I say not to call me recently?" "Ms. Frazier, I didn't mean to bother you, but I think there's something wrong with Shelia." "What kind?" "Her resume shows she's been studying finance for years and has excellent grades, but the proposal she made is full of basic mistakes. It seems off." "Basic mistakes?" "Yes, many professional terms seem to be copied from online. I checked her browsing history, and some industry stock analyses she did were a mess. I suspect her qualifications or grades might be fake."