Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

"Oh my god, what is he doing approaching Liana like that? Is he trying to get himself killed?!" "It's you! Aren't you the guy from the pharmaceutical conference?" Liana's smile froze instantly, and she furrowed her brows. "What did you just say?" "Are you deaf? I said it's a fake! You spent ten billion on a counterfeit! Are you trying to embarrass yourself here and show everyone here how dumb you are?" Frederick said casually. "Or were you born without any smarts, given how blind you are?" He had no reason to hold back from someone who flaunted herself under the guise of being his fiancée!

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.

"That's complete nonsense!" Lord Carlton bristled, his face flushed, either from anger or mortification. "I believe the whole tale in that diary is anything but nonsense, and since you are a constant presence in it, I am sure that you know that everything written in that diary is no fiction. If you have forgotten it all, perhaps a look inside the book will help refresh your memory." He countered with undisguised sarcasm, recalling pages after pages that implied his mother's forbidden liaison with her husband's brother.

I tried to act calm as I arrived at the bank and shook hands with the manager. It became harder to act calm as he looked at his documents after I had told him my name and he shook his head. ‘I’m sorry ma’am,’ he said, looking at me. ‘Mr Hart exempted your name from part of the inheritance.’ ‘What do you mean?’ My eyes widened. ‘It means that you aren’t acknowledged here anymore,’ he shrugged. ‘Maybe there’s been a mistake?’ The rest of the things he said just faded into the loud ringing in my ears. I didn’t know how long I sat still, trying to understand everything.

"If you say so." There it was again. That same dismissive phrase that made me want to throw my phone across the room. "Stop saying that!" I typed in all caps. "Saying what?" "'If you say so.' You keep saying it like you don't believe me." "I believe that you believe what you're saying." "That's the same as not believing me!" "Is it?" I actually growled at my phone in frustration. "Fine," Derek typed. "I believe you. The kiss meant nothing. The date will be completely fake. Our entire relationship is pretend. Everything is fake. Happy?"

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

My stomach drops. I open the message instantly. It contains a single link to an online article. The site looks like one of those trash outlets that mix real news with gossip, but the headline punches me in the chest. Damian Augustus Under Investigation Internal Corporate Sources Claim “Misconduct Under Review” There is barely any detail. The body of the article is vague, written like someone pieced together rumors and conjecture from scraps of unrelated information. No official quotes. No evidence. Nothing concrete. It feels manufactured. Designed.

"We reviewed your updated records and found that you've recently been placed on probation at your university. The reason listed was an incident where you allegedly assaulted your Dean. Is that correct?" Mona's face went pale. "That's… not the whole story. Yes, I was written up, but it was today, and it was all a misunderstanding. I didn't hide anything from you—" "I'm sorry," the voice cut her off, still maddeningly calm. "Because you didn't disclose this immediately, we view it as falsified information. As a result, your internship placement is canceled." "What?!" Mona shot to her feet. "No—you can't do this! We already agreed, and this was just a mix-up—"

After the incident, Samantha developed a peculiar mental illness. The doctor said she was projecting her trauma onto me. She subconsciously viewed me as her attacker, as an unforgivable sinner. Her parents didn't correct her. Neither did mine. I did nothing wrong. But everyone else could be saved as long as I sacrificed myself. Samantha filed a lawsuit against me, accusing me of marital assault, and hired a team of lawyers. But the judge wasn't a fool. Due to a lack of evidence, Samantha's claims were dismissed after several hearings.

She whispered. “No. This man Is really very careful with all his legal work. There is no possible way to find a loophole.” Raol nodded his head in disapproval and then turned to look at daisy. “I think we will have to make fake documents and place it on the table. He has dealt with Hazel’s father but then the dealings have been extremely honest and clear from both the parties.” Raol frowned a little in frustration and Daisy nodded his head trying to understand his point of view. “So we can always create fake documents and place them on the table. All we want is that Hazel should think that it was not you but Ethan Sir, who committed fraud against her father. Does she know that you own the co