Fake You Novels & Stories

“Tell me, what right does a man who faked his death and laundered eighty million have to claim a share of marital assets?” Silence fell over the courtroom. Liam’s voice drifted from my belly, softly: “Mom, so cool. But don’t shake your hand, the projector’s wobbling.” I pressed my hand on the edge of the table to steady it. The judge turned to Ethan. “Plaintiff, how do you respond to this evidence?” Ethan stood, lips trembling. “Your Honor, this evidence is fabricated...” “The recording can be forensically verified,” I said. “The chat logs can be checked against server backups. The bank accounts in the ledgers, all have transaction histories. Every piece can withstand scrutiny.”

“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

The following morning, Sienna posted a long statement in the pack’s social group. She claimed she’d only been protecting her alpha. Other people had joined in the jokes, she said, but now Adrian wanted me back and had made her the villain to make himself look good. Old screenshots appeared within minutes. She’d suggested the first fake emergency. When I’d said my mother needed surgery, she’d called the medical records I sent “easy to fake.” Even the people who’d laughed with her could see how often she’d started it.

Laughing, I took another pillow and hit my friend. "Stop it, what you're doing is disgusting!" I laughed out loud here. Laughingly, she seat down again. "I'm not kidding, Eliza! Come on, wake up from your modesty. Do you really want to lose your handsome and muscular husband? You're not the only girl in the world so think before everyone catches on!”

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.

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."

His answers were vague, shallow, completely improvised. A knot of irritation began twisting in my stomach, tightening with every minute. It didn't take long to realize I'd fallen for the oldest trick in the online dating book. He was one of those guys who would build a fake persona, Google a few facts to sound smart in messages, then cross their fingers and hope their real life charm makes up for everything they lied about.

"You want me to destroy myself. To admit to crimes that will put me in prison for life. Why would I do that?" "Because if you don't," I said while walking over to stand directly in front of him, "I won't just release fake evidence. I'll create so much fake evidence that no one will ever be able to tell what's real and what isn't. I'll make you look guilty of things you didn't even do. I'll fabricate emails showing you planning terrorist attacks. I'll create bank records showing you funding child trafficking rings. By the time I'm done your name will be associated with every horrible thing I can imagine. And you'll be dead so you won't be able to defend yourself."

I had a meeting with a realtor for an apartment viewing. I made sure not to use my identity. Again, something that was possible. Shady as fuck, but possible. If you looked hard enough, you’d find people on the shifter world internet who would do stuff for you if you could afford to pay. Stuff like creating a fake identity. I even bought a wig and a mustache to make it work. I know I seemed crazy, but if you’ve faced the amount of harassment I’ve been getting from Roan’s crazy fans, you’d make do.

I opened his messages and quickly discovered the one that Anna had sent him. Please submit a photo attachment, including face and complete body shot. Be everything he wants you to be. Be his girlfriend. I don't care if it's fake. Make him believe it's genuine. No. No, no, no. This isn't happening. This isn't fucking happening to me. This isn't real, Ethan. This isn't fucking real. There is a reason behind this. This isn't what it looks like. This is alright.