Fiction Disclaimer Novels & Stories

DISCLAIMER. This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are purely the work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE THIS WORK. Plagiarism is the representation of another author's language, thoughts, ideas, or expressions as one's own original work. It is not in itself a crime, but like counterfeiting, fraud can be punished in a court for prejudices caused by copyright infringement, violation of moral rights, or torts.

A boredom so profound it threatened to unravel its own consciousness. In its despair, it used its vast power to perform an ultimate act of narrative control: it began to *fictionalize* itself. It started rewriting its own past, not to change it, but to label it. *This was a comedy,* it would decide, and the memory would become flat, a series of punchlines. *This was a tragedy,* and the pain would become a aesthetic object, stripped of its sting. It was turning the vibrant, messy tapestry of its life into a neatly organized library of genres. It was committing the final, quiet sin: treating its own existence as a story that was already over.

Dickson hurried forward to pick up and go through the agreement, crying in horror after that, “No! No way! Mr. Pether wouldn’t possibly make a decision like this!” Dickson’s eyes were red. He had recently returned to the country and had yet to accomplish anything big. Omnicare Drugstore was supposed to be a good stepping stone for him! With some attention, Omnicare Drugstore, which was already stable, could add merit to his record and boost him into the core level of the Soulspring Group within a short time. In spite of it, this fantasy was ruined! “It’s fake! This contract is fake! You forged it!” Dickson cried and actually planned to tear the document, frightening Farris.

Only now, there were no secrets…. There was no denying I had missed my friends. I just hoped they missed me, and could forgive me. I nodded. “I think you may be right.” “Nico is now married with a young baby. And Freddie has just taken a chosen mate. So there would no doubt a lot to catch up on. I am sure the two of them would be delighted to know you have found a chosen mate too.” Dad said with a smile, as he glanced toward Presley. A chosen mate... Of course, that was what they believed she was. A wave of guilt flooded through me. I suddenly felt bad for lying. They had no clue that what they believed was nothing but a created story to gain my own way…

He handed the books to Ajeng, who immediately opened it enthusiastically, while Evan took the cell phone that was handed to him. "Is this a novel she wrote?" he asked as he swiped the screen and looked at the draft of the novel, which had hundreds of chapters. "If it were a true story, it would be a documentary. But since our names were disguised, just consider it a novel based on a true story. Readers will definitely think that the parts about the sects are just fiction. Especially since many artists and politicians were involved. If it weren't disguised, it could be considered as defamation, right?"

“They’re called placebos and you think my doctor is prescribing placebos to me because fibromyalgia isn’t an actual disorder?” “He’s making money off you, he doesn’t care if you get better. It is in his best interest to keep you thinking you’ve got some mystery illness.” Dianna stared at her mother as if she was seeing her for the first time. Fran actually believed everything she was saying. She believed her internet conspiracy theories over her own daughter. Of course, she did, because Dianna had never lived up to her mother’s ideal. She’d never been the daughter Fran wanted.

•I DO NOT ALLOW WRITTEN FAN FICTION OF MY STORY AND CHARACTERS. -This is a book of Fiction. All name characters, location, and incidence are products of the writer's imaginations or have been used Fictitiously—any resemblance to an actual person, whether living or dead, locales or events is entirely Coincidental. -The UPLOADING, SCANNING, DISTRIBUTION of this book In any form or by any means- including, but not limited to, electronic, Mechanical, Photocopying, recording, or otherwise -without the permission of the author is ILLEGAL AND PUNISHABLE BY THE LAW.

Confused but felt something at the same time. Your output, it's-- "Fiction, a work of imagination. An exaggeration of reality sometimes opposite to it. It's like playing with reality trying to make it more ideal and dream-like. " After that, Craig take his seat and continue writing in his notea leaving everyone more confused and dumbfounded.

DISCLAIMER – This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story is for entertainment purpose only. *** *** ***

“You have a handsome husband. I mean the father of your child and your hidden son with him. How did you manage to be away with them? It's been five years, you don't have regrets?” I was dumbfounded for a few seconds. How can I give her a response? The narratives were only made up. It was way more complicated than this. Lucas did not even argue with me the way I introduced them. Instead, he loves the idea. He told me that I could be the best writer if I started writing some fictional story. I just glared at him in return. He can't figure out that it's because of them. I am now lying to my neighbors and my staff and making up stories so our cases can't become more complicated. I don't know if