Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

"This is fake… None of this is real!" Yvette ran up the stage and shouted, "You're despicable, Callum! How dare you forge these documents to frame me?! Don't believe him, everyone! He's just jealous of my company's IPO and has become delusional!" Henry quickly chimed in as he shouted into the media's camera, "Yvette is right! He tried to scare us this afternoon with a fake app, and now he has gone even further by creating these fake documents. Someone call the police to arrest him!"

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

“Are you sure they don’t know about the baby?” “I’m positive,” I said. “And I’d like to keep it that way. Could you please keep it a secret?” Daisy let out a hearty laugh. “Of course. I won't tell a soul.” I smiled back, and a calm air settled between us. After a minute, Daisy spoke. “Freesia,” her serious tone caught my attention. “I know someone who works…under the table. He forges documents. IDs, records, whatever you need.” She met my eyes. “He could make you a death certificate. If you want to disappear for real.”

I said firmly, leaving no room for argument. No answer. I turned around to see him talking to two girls. He was putting his arm out in front of him and they were touching his biceps. "No, ladies, I'm not on steroids. These guns are the real deal, baby" He said smugly, flexing his arm muscles. The girls giggled and carried on touching his arm, making me roll my eyes. He didn't listen to a word I'd said I walked away from the weird scene and made my way to the lunch hall.

“Take a look at what your precious Helena has been doing, then we’ll talk about handing her over.” Luca kicked the box open, and the photo slid across the carpet. He bent down to pick it up. When he saw who was in it, his face went pale. “Fake! You forged this!” “Forged?” I picked up the photo and strode to him, slapping it against his face. “During that shootout back then, Marcus recorded everything. Want to watch it? Helena slipped off to meet the rival family and even gave them the Vittori family’s defense map.

“I’d hoped for a little basic decency, but clearly, that’s beyond you—and your twisted fascination.” Her brows lifted in mock surprise. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she cooed, hands fluttering in faux distress. “I was just curious. We’ve all grown so much since college, and I thought maybe sharing could help bond us and… clear the air.”

The police released an official statement denying all rumors and accusations against me and them for bribery. Riding on the momentum, I then released a ton of evidence online. I wrote that Meryl was an impostor whose son committed marriage fraud to get the wife to look after her illegitimate twins. I then spent some more money to bump it up to the headlines. Paul appeared as well, backing up everything I said and bringing more traffic and attention to my post. After that, I set up a fund to help victims of marriage fraud divorce their partners. With that, my company also made the headline news as well. And because of our newfound popularity, many of our items sold out. We even received huge

I lean forward in my chair and with my elbows on the desk; I clasp my hands together and then lean my two index fingers against my chin as I say, “Oh, I see, an oversight... So, it was just a small oversight to fire the only person that was keeping your job for you. It was just a small oversight to file fraudulent papers, and it was just a very small oversight to lie to the CEO of the company that employs you… Now, I know it definitely will never happen again, just as I also know that you will never work in this line of business ever again…”

"OMG! You are a daughter to Mr. Williams Leonard, the CEO of Ecstasy and the manager to Billiards industry? I can't believe it I am star struck!, but what could you be doing in Balor of all places?" "I just want to be here, live on my own." "Oh, I know that feeling dear, welcome again to Balor and FC, the two coolest places in the world!" Vada gave her a fake smile as she settled down on her desk, when Karen made for her station too, she dressed her brows as she rubbed her temple in fatigue. She was so done. She began with the entries on her desk, FC created applications and websites for entrepreneurs and many other companies for easy access, payments and communication with their customers,

“Now I know that he drinks earl grey tea. Forrest, mate. Don’t you get in trouble using a fake name?” “People fake everything nowadays. It’s not that he committed a crime that they could connect them to Forrest,” Pyke answered. “I didn’t commit any crimes. I didn’t fake anything. My accent maybe, but my citizenship is still British. You just imposed that I am American.” They went silent and looked at each other. “Have anyone checked my IDs?” When they didn’t reply, I answered, “That’s what I thought.” The document I passed on my application was forged, but no one suspected me. I couldn’t use my MIT diploma and my actual name because it would be suspicious. I actually committed fraud.