Fiction Disclaimer Novels & Stories

“I knew that you were a greedy person but I didn’t know that you could take anyone’s life for your own concern! I will not let you live until I see you in the prison” “I didn’t kill him! it was just an accident” Keith started hesitating. “Stop lying you greedy man! You’re a thief and a murderer! All you love is money!” Henry accused. Keith slammed the door and went back in. “You didn’t go to work today? Asked his little daughter Victoria. “No.” “Why and who was on the door?” Martina came and sat beside Keith.

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. *** *** ***

I was almost close to salivating, and she wasn't irritating me, although I felt like I should have felt weird. “Erm…” I muttered. “I just need you to go through a medical report, and tell me whatever might be wrong with him.” “Oh.” Bianca whispered disappointedly. I passed my laptop to her, and she went over the file. “Why's there shit about wolfsbane here?” She asked me. “It's a fictional assignment I'm working on for someone to make some money.” I lied. “Would I get some?” “As long as you keep quiet, I'll pay you.” I said, yanking out a hundred dollar bill. She hungrily snatched it from me.

They’re not the main characters in this story. So grab your wine, take off your bra, and settle in. We’re rewriting the damn narrative. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional.

The ones who did were tagged for “advanced observation” I felt sick, I felt my breakfast creep to the back of my throat. One of the files was flagged for “External narrative fabrication.” It outlined several PR manoeuvres; a high – profile engagement, an influencer, a pregnancy, faked documents, and paid sonographers. All these were done to generate sympathy and mask the disappearance of one of the test subjects. Subject XIX; Relocated to the Dubois family. Now listed under alias as “Baby Anora” Dubois.

Darwin spoke very slowly, word by word. "Yes! I admit the report was fabricated afterward. Fiona's lover is too cunning. He deleted all of Fiona's appointment records! In order for you to know the truth, Mom had to redo the records. I was just restoring them, not making them up!" "You are beyond redemption!" Darwin coldly stared at her. "At this point, you still want to smear Fiona." Anniston's face turned pale. She was also panicking. How could Fiona's child already be four months old? If it was four months, then the child...

“Of course not. It’s just a house . . . my house, as you said.” “I can’t believe it. You’re Mr. Horror, and you don’t believe in ghosts? How is that even possible?” “Okay, Bias, I’m going to blow your mind with one hell of a revelation about writers and their stories. I’m pretty sure Lewis Carroll never fell down a rabbit hole into a magical Wonderland; it doesn’t seem likely that Anne Rice believes in vampires; and I highly doubt J.K. Rowling has met any real wizards. That’s what makes it fiction and not nonfiction.”

The entire library fell into an absolute, crushing silence. The fake pregnancy was exposed completely in front of Damien and his mother. Every calculated lie, every staged tear, every drop of whispered poison I had poured into Damien's ear over the past few months lay completely bare on the glowing screens. The fraudulent medical receipts, the fake miscarriage, the untraceable wire transfers—all of it had collapsed in a single, devastating instant.

"And what's your connection to Pauline?" Jessica pressed. "Why does she label you her fiancé? Answer me!" Her accusations dripped with grievance and betrayal, as if she were the innocent victim ensnared and wounded. Only a heartless person like her could conveniently forget her own protracted ruse of feigned paralysis. I was disgusted with Jessica's duplicity. The pain and humiliation I had suffered from evaporated, replaced by stark lucidity.

"It's as shitty as this one. I do like this world better, though." "I'm starting to think I understand why Fiona doesn't like you." "What do you mean?" "From the sound of your first life. You've lived as scum, stealing from people and ruining careers." He wasn't wrong. I had gone to court a couple times to fight for some of my papers. I had to prove without a shadow of a doubt that I had written my work first. I always won because I had ways to fabricate the date that I had created them. This worked on the new papers that were published at least ten years prior.