Novel & Cerita Fake Scenarios

I tried to have a positive outlook of the whole thing, but the future didn’t look too bright for my dating life. “Let us just rest first Cyan, you cannot disturb Cain’s sleep.” “Ugh, fine, but I will make sure that Mule guy will never do the whole catfishing thing again.” Her frugal thoughts had not been premature. Because it only took one night before Ellen Mule had started texting me again, he would ask “are you in need of me now?” Before taunting me with vile comments of how useless I would be without him. “He is so immature” Cyan had said.

“ WE ARE GOING TO DESTROY THE NAIR HOUSE INCOME SOURCES. FIRSTLY, GENERATE FAKE CLIENTS FOR IT AND ORDER IN BULK BUT IN ADVANCE PAYMENT ONLY TRANSFER 5%. AND WHEN THEY CONFIRMED OUR ORDER, OUR PLANNED CUSTOMERS WILL PUT CLAIM ON THAT THEIR RAW MATERIALS WERE NOT OF GOOD QUALITY AND PESTICIDES WHICH THEY BUSED ALSO ITS QUANTITY IS HIGH. IN THAT TIME THEY WILL PANICKED TO COMPLETE THE ORDER AND ALSO FIGHT FOR THE TRUTH. AND YES, MAKE SURE THEY WILL NOT GET RAW MATERIALS FROM ANY KIND OF SMALL OR MEDIUM COMPANIES EVEN IF THEY WILL DIRECTLY RUN TO FARMERS, THEY MUST BE FAIL. UNDERSTOOD…! NOW LEAVE…” In just a month he successfully led his father’s dream business to bankruptcy and with those fak

“What do you have in mind?” He gives me a crooked smile back. “How about sending some fake info about a ‘new’ liquor which doesn’t have the bitter taste of alcohol and has even stronger effects on werewolves? Downing one glass, and the werewolf is knocked on his/her butt. What do you think?” A new secret liquor. Very interesting. I like it. I nod my head. “That sounds good. How are you going to ‘leak’ it to the rogue pack?”

“I have several characters and each one would deal with it differently. I don't think we'll do the rejection ritual before the gay parade, so we should use Iris' option...” “But what fake news could be made?” Perseus asked. “A half-truth... Everyone knows I'm sick, that the balance is getting me down. Achilles could start faking a few fainting spells while he's training or walking around.” I gave a suggestion. “I see, just as we can make an explosion happen, simulating an internal attack.” Perseus suggested. “Exactly, to show that we don't just have one enemy.” Achilles agreed. “Also, send information to our spies to spread about possible breaches.” He concluded.

“She deserves to die for taking my place! You were supposed to be mine!” Luca pulled a knife from his waistband, crouched down, and pressed the cold blade to her cheek. Helena instantly went silent. “You like pretending you’re sick, don’t you?” His voice turned low and vicious. “How about I make you truly paralyzed? Cut your tendons so you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair. Oh wait...” He gave a chilling laugh. “Didn’t you love pretending to be in a coma? I can have the doctor pump you full of drugs so you really never wake up.”

I nod my head in agreement but otherwise say nothing to respond, allowing Jace to continue. "It's a simulator, yes. But it's not computer-based as you would think. Rather, the technology allows us to create scenarios in real-life. Suppose we use the burning building as an example. Decensio creates what it would actually be like to be in the burning building. From the heat, the smoke, the destruction, and the feeling. However, it's completely safe as there are no actual flames. Everything is created to look real and feel real, without the risk of injury." Jace explains, looking to me for confirmation. I nod my head, allowing him to continue. Jace takes a quick breath before finishing his resp

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.

He shrugged. "I'll need an email for that.” I rolled my eyes. “Then create a new one. But one that has no relation to you at all. Not your name or nickname or anything. Something completely vague.” "Like what? Shits and giggles at G***l.com?” I scoffed. “Yeah that works. But don't use G****e and sign up with fake info only.” I stared at him in bewilderment. Somewhere in my stomach, tiny pricks of icicles were stabbing the walls. This was real.

Julian strolled around the room with a few other guards while Dom went out for a smoke and I kept tapping my boots on the floor, impatient for the results. Every passing minute, my worry went up a level. I couldn’t let anything happen to Abigail after the trust I had seen in her eyes toward me. She believed in me. Luigi grunted, pulling our attention. His gaze darted toward me, and with his head dipped, he explained, “These guys are using spoofed numbers.” “Spoofed numbers?” Julian asked with a cocked brow. Before Luigi or I could explain, Gael chimed in, “Spoofed numbers are basically invisible numbers. Scammers use them to disguise their original number, and each time they use this stupid

she asks, pressing the elevator button. “Uhm…” I scratch lightly at my hair, suddenly very interested in the floor beneath my feet. My tongue feels strangely heavy, and I can already imagine the questions that would follow if I admitted Kade and I were pretending. How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama?