Fictional Politics Novels & Stories

They’re too engulfed in politics for my own liking. Politicians are all about the popular vote, or middle grounds, or economic downturns, or whatever. They were technically created to care for their people, but they lost that purpose a long time ago. The people are just one more pawns on the chessboard now, one more tool on their tool belt. Them and Batman. It’s not that this really bothers me, it’s that they pretend to still be all about the people that annoys the hell outta me. I have a thing against hypocrisy.

"Everyone knows Darth Vader is the prime minister of England who declared war on the wizards of Oz because they stole his golden ring! It's rudimentary politics, Declan!" "Rudimentary politics!" Declan laughed so hard he had to double over, clutching his stomach. "Oh, God, please don't let Sloane hear you say that, she'll try to audit the wizards of Oz for tax evasion. You mix up historical fiction like an aggressive, high-society dictionary that got thrown into a blender." "Laugh all you want, you giant Neanderthal," I muttered, though the burning fury in my chest had miraculously settled into a dull, manageable hum.

She observed Pauline's protective stance, the coat accidentally dirtied by me, and the overt worry and wrath in Pauline's gaze. An outlandish yet irrefutable realization dawned on her. "Noah, you..." She looked me up and down, scouring my rumpled exterior for hints of aristocratic lineage. Suddenly, it clicked that I bore a striking resemblance to the president of the Lane Group. "Noah..." She extended a trembling finger, her voice ragged with indignation and underlying dread. "Have you been deceiving me these past two years? You're from wealth. Why the poverty act? Is it fun to play me like a fool and watch me grovel?"

Because everyone knows, if there’s anyone that were able to gain Virtue Financial favour, their ambitions will come through. Choi Han Na knows, she had to gain Virtue Financial attentions, because in contrary to many, Choi Han Na thanks to her decline had already hooking her hope to Virtue Financial and already done an extensive research on the company. Then one day, by a mistake as she were on a vacation in South America, she come to a secret information, that is, Virtue Financial does dabble in politics secretly and what they did, is that in a single motion, in a secret, Virtue Financial elected a candidate, and actually raised him to be a President, in a single election and on top of that

He had also been laundering money and moving his assets. Not only did Elena and Camilla know about it, but they were also deeply involved. They were drowning in debt and on the verge of collapse. What struck Vincent as a bolt of lightning came right after. The informant forwarded a recorded phone call between Elena and Camilla. Their voices were smug and vicious. "If I hadn't purposely thrown myself off that wall back then and pretended to save that stupid cat, how would I have gotten Vincent's attention? Men like him love a damsel in distress.

A story that will unravel secrets, relive pasts, and show how dirty and utterly pleasurable politics can be; because no matter how you will look at it. Politics will always be a dirty game. And they are all ready to play. - - - - - - - - - - DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional and is not connected to any political parties/issues/countries. It does not follow the real life rules and regulations inside politics (e.g. proper age of the people who can run for a position in the elections, etc.). This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual

"I want you to enter in politics after a few years, of coarse if I survive the war with Red Skulls and you live your dreams. No one from our family ever tried their luck in politics but we know that politics and illegal business go side by side, one compliment the other. Shock travels through my blood. Is he insane? He's proposing a lame idea and he knows well that I'd never agree to this shit. "Don't ruin my mood, Hunter. I am telling you if you ever raise this subject again, forget me. I hate politics as much as I hate the mafias. It is no better than underworld, in fact provides front face for it." I sneer in anger. I think it is the effect of three strong drinks I just gulped while talki

Innocent. He wants her, but will she accept him for who he really is? A devil sent to put an end to her life? ------------------------- 1 - Fred. Politics is a dirty business. What you see on the news isn’t even the half of it. The reality is more akin to what you see in the movies. Bribery, extortion, blackmail, corruption. I’ve seen it all. Hell, I’ve done it all. Even murder. I’m a fixer. A bag man. I handle things that can’t be done legitimately. I keep them quiet, off the books, in the shadows. That’s where I live.

I smiled at him, then shook my head before turning to Craig. "Are you listening to this? Sometimes, I wonder if Alphonso really wants to be the governor. This is politics, man. And in politics, you play dirty. It is fair to do so." Grabbing the remote control, I turned on the television, then swiped the channels until I found the New Kingston Central news.

“Photos can be faked. And even if you met some woman claiming to be my mistress, that doesn’t make it true. There are plenty of people out there looking to extort money or attention from politicians.” “She had your daughter, Alfred. Isabella looks exactly like you.” “Lots of girls have brown hair and stubborn chins. Doesn’t make them mine.” I wanted to scream. Wanted to grab him and shake him until he admitted it. But he just stood there looking at me like I was crazy, like I’d invented everything. “You know what I think?” He moved closer. “I think you’re so desperate to justify leaving me that you’ve convinced yourself of this entire fantasy. A secret family, murdered witnesses, some grand