Novel & Cerita Fake Scenarios

the feeling is mutual, girl" before falling into a deep sleep... • It smelled like coffee... toast, butter... food! I woke up with a start, sitting up in bed. I put a hand to my head because it hurt like hell. But I got a scare when I was not in my room but in another much bigger and much more luxurious. Can not be. NOT. CAN. TO BE.

Kayla looked at me differently than usual after that. 'Ah! Kayla's actually starting to feel bad for him? Benjamin, you're disgusting! Kayla, don't fall for it. He's definitely faking it. I asked around. He didn't even stand under the sun for ten minutes before he left. There's no way he's actually injured.' I really wanted to plug my ears and shut out Yuvan's nonstop whining. Before I could explain, Kayla handed me another card. I glanced at it. Good. Not a hotel key.

There’s no doubt every woman he met is falling for him. “Are you okay? You look pale.” Frenzo commented when he noticed that Shane is barely focusing on their conversation. He was talking about something, but it seems like Shane’s mind is focused on something else. “I’m okay, just too much stress at work,” she flashed a pale smile. She felt something brushing on her legs under the table. She raised a brow in Frenzo. “Trying to tease me?” she playfully asked. Frenzo’s feet wander in her legs, “Why? Am I tempting you?” he asked back,

"Or is it only okay when it is business?" "No, it is not okay because this is scary; this ploy is too scary." I had never seen Marcus this way, and I was also scared. It was scary to think that I was stepping into unnamed territory with nothing but fake documents and staged accidents. The fake documents plot had failed woefully.

I had to navigate carefully, treading the line between evasion and selective truth. "It's a new app," I blurted out. "I thought it was a dating app, but it turned out to be one of those online scams. I made a terrible mistake by giving the app administrative control, and as a result, my bank account was completely emptied. It left me unable to pay rent, so I had no choice but to move out temporarily. I'm taking the necessary steps to rectify the situation. I've already deleted the app and I'm working closely with my bank to resolve the financial issues. I'm determined to get back on my feet, and I assure you, I'll be fine by next month. Please don't worry about me."

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

“For the first time ever I made the wrong call and it’s causing my father jail time for something he didn’t even do.” “How do you know?” Marcus looked at her with suspicion. “Hypothetically what’s the penalty if someone was to fake their death?” Marcus eyes widened and his head snapped back a little. “Pseudocide?” He held his hands to his chin to think. “Could be severe if insurance fraud and falsifying documents come into play, but judges would be more open to cases were a life had been threatened and faking their death to evade harm. It would have to be a severe case though.” He leaned in a little closer, then. “You think Jason and Alyssa are alive?”

In a way that she would overlook my bad reputation. An idea came to my mind, and I took out my laptop and created an account on the school's online chatting platform, Konnectz. I sent her a friend request but under a different profile. I named the account Hudson Cole with a lot of other fake information in the profile. "This is the only way to get to you Stace," I said with a smile. Luckily for me, Stacey accepted the friend request a day later and we started chatting. I pretended to be a Economics student from Crest College who liked pizzas and was looking for a stable relationship.

If only he had seen the desperation behind her calm facade… He snatched his phone, his fingers flying as he sent a frantic barrage of messages. [Where are you?] [Come back. Can we please talk?] [I can explain, Grace. The ceremony was fake. You're my only mate!] [Please, don't ignore me…] The messages vanished one after another, like stones tossed into a deep ocean, met with total silence. The only sound was the soft swoosh of his own outgoing texts, echoing in the empty house. He’d never imagined she would actually leave.

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s: