Fake Receipt Maker Novels & Stories

“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

And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.

Is this real? ******************************************

“Rebecca wants it, and if she doesn’t get it, she’ll come after us again. You heard her, we have only twenty-four hours.” “So we give it to her,” I say, eyes locking with his. He blinks. “Laura, that’s preposterous...." A smug smile climbs my face. “Not the real one of course." He corks a brow, looking utterly confused. “We write another one,” I continue quickly, my mind racing ahead of my mouth. “Something detailed enough to convince her it’s real. Since she's never seen it before we can fill it with non-existent accounts, fake offshore assets and bogus trade secrets, things she won’t be able to verify immediately.....”

I turned to the manager. He nodded. “I can.” “The payments will go to WhiteLine Exports and DGL Textiles. All fake. All ours. By the time they notice anything, we’ll be far from here, with enough money to flee.” They gasped, realizing the scale. “We’ll need fake invoices, shipment logs, tax reports,” the secretary whispered, finally finding her voice. “They’ll ask questions.” “I’ve already handled that,” I replied. “The accountant? He’s one of us now. He’ll file whatever we need, I'll just make sure he gets his cut.”

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

My Eyes of Insight were screaming, but apparently, nobody else here could see the con. “Don’t waste your cash on those,” I continued, stepping up before Sienna could hand over her money. Mike was tugging my sleeve like we were about to get kicked out, but I didn’t care. “They’re fakes, Sienna. Give those to your grandma, and she’ll spot the scam before she even opens the box. Real prayer beads got this vibe, this spirit weight. But these? Just shiny crap.” The shop boss went red in anger, looking like he’d pop a blood vessel. “How dare you! These are certified treasures of the House of Fortune!”

The game was on. Philip created a business profile and send out a post for companies to bid on a 500-million-dollar construction project. He had plans drawn, rules and regulations, requirements, everything. To the average person it looked too good to be true, he also listed bank account information to prove he had the money to pay, within minutes over two hundred companies expressed interest but these were dummy accounts. As Philip scrolled through the requests for into, the one he wanted to see, popped up. It was Ben. Ben had seen the post while he was scrolling the internet for projects he could make money from. It never occurred to him that not only was it fake, but that it was designed s

"You're lying to us. A newspaper report doesn't prove anything—" I threw a paternity test at them and said, "He already bribed all the doctors when he showed up and claimed to be Ethan. The test that he gave you was fake. This is the real one. "Also, he's been using the house rules that you set up to force me to give him money this entire time, forbidding me from telling you what was going on. The money in my bank account didn't just disappear into thin air. I gave every single cent that I owned to him!"

After checking the papers a few times, he was elated. Raymond held the receipts and invoices and said to everyone, “These receipts and invoices are all fake documents. All of them are forged! Aha, you are really brave enough to use forged invoices and receipts to ask for a refund. Do you think you can easily take advantage of our Stellar Jewelers?!” The middle-aged women were all dumbfounded. ‘So they issued fake invoices and receipts? This is impossible.’ Among the crowd, Thomas squinted his eyes and thought, ‘This drama is really getting more interesting.