Fake Receipt Maker Novels & Stories

I just have to pretend it doesn't matter what I have to do. They were concentrating on watching the soccer game, so I got up and pretended to go to the bathroom. I closed the door and checked my phone, the signal was disgusting but I was able to observe a connection for a few short minutes in which G****e Maps found that two streets away there is a cyber. Perfect. When I opened the door Angie was on the other side. — It's because of the USB, right? I nodded. We can go now, they are very excited about their winning team.

Achille watches her closely, his eyes following her every movement, his hand already on his waist, like she was about to pull out a fucking machine gun and blast us to bits, but he quickly relaxes once she pulls out an ID card and hands it to me. "You should get me in touch with the guy who made this for you. I might have a job for him." I wink as I rip the ID into two pieces. I have been around for long enough to know a fake. Knowing a fake was how I made my living. To my surprise, she didn't protest. She didn't say a word until I placed the two pieces of paper on the counter next to my empty glass and she wistfully sweep them away letting them drop to the floor.

It's bad, very bad. Three years of university, studies and sleeplessness thrown away and now here he was with a cap and a headset, taking orders from other university students at Macdonalds. "I'd like an order of fries, two double cheese double meat burgers, and a soda please." -Right away. I entered the order on the computer and passed it to the kitchen. This was my life now: waitressing full time so I could earn a few pesos. My life had gone down a toilet. —See you tomorrow, Aileen —Zac, my coworker came out of the kitchen wiping his hands.

I looked at him but he shrugged, he knew already. "She wasn't so stable from the beginning and as time went by, she became less and less so.” I showed him a few papers, "Here are the sessions we booked with a couple's therapist” . They were fake session receipts one of my very close therapist friend was willing to forge for me. Not for free of course. By the time the deal was done, I was short three million dollars. "Excellent idea there. They'll definitely believe that” he looked impressed, a hilarious concept to me although nothing was funny.

He read it again. He typed back immediately: *Who is this?* Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. And then the response arrived and Mason Reed, who had spent three years building a reputation on being the person that nothing stuck to, felt something stick, felt it land with the specific, unignorable weight of information that changed the shape of everything around it, because the name in the response was one he recognized, and the reason it changed the shape of everything was not because it was unexpected.

It's the night before the college entrance exam. I pack and move out on the same day because I have already been admitted to Starward University through the guaranteed admission program. I also give all my notes and almost-new belongings to my roommate, Sonya Bradshaw, who's from a poorer family. For the past three years, I'd practically covered all of her living expenses, fed her yummy food every day, and even let her come along to my expensive extra tuition classes for free. Sonya has already turned to leave the dorm as I am leaving. However, she suddenly stops in her footsteps and turns to look at me. I assume that she's just going to say something mushy about parting with me, but t

I sat down in front of her and introduced myself. I asked her name but she got up from her seat walking towards the table in front of the bartender. She ordered another drink and I decided to follow her. Suddenly I felt my phone in my pocket vibrating. I took it out and found a message from Mason. Bet you 1.000 dollars that she's cheap. Ask her to sleep with you and if she agrees.. 1.000 dollar will be yours. - Mason

“Then you know this is none of your concern.” A laugh slips from my throat, bitter and humorless. “You dragged me into this mess. Made me your pretend mate, told me it would benefit both of us. And now I find you with your real girlfriend the same night we arrive? And I’m supposed to believe this doesn’t concern me?” “She’s not my girlfriend.” It was my turn to laugh sarcastically now. “Oh, so you’re just casually intimate with random women while your fake mate wanders the halls like an idiot?”

Lucas bought two latest phones. He was a poor student, living off financial aid, and he would have to pay back loans after graduation. Suddenly having money made him reckless. The cashier looked embarrassed when they were checking out. “Sir, I’m sorry. We can’t accept this money.” “What? Why not? Do you want me to complain about you?” Only then did they notice that apart from the top few bills, the rest of the stack was fake money! People around looked at them in disbelief. “Can't afford it, huh? Gotta fake it?”

He would plan something big, theatrical and public, the sort of move that would tilt the board in his favor. The next morning, I called Nico and Tessa. The plan needed to look seamless. Nico arrived first, his kit in hand, eyes flicking to my face for a moment before he nodded. He knew what I needed without asking. In silence, he worked, darkening the skin under my eyes, adding subtle bruises to my cheekbones, and a faint split to my lower lip. By the time he finished, I looked like a woman who had been beaten but was still standing. Tessa, on the other hand, handled the paper trail. I’d asked her to create a fake receipt for hospital bills, something believable, something that said I’d been