Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

The price he had asked for also seemed like a huge joke. “Of course, I was joking. Do you think I don’t know that it’s a fake? I’m just trying to test if this underground website is secure. It looks like the users are just some lowlifes, such a stupid website!” He acted as if he were mocking the website, saying, “Take it down now. It’s so lame!” Ralph’s subordinate sighed in relief and took the item down immediately. Then he said, “Mr. Russell, it’s best if you don’t joke like this anymore. There are some genuine kickboxers on this web if we accidentally make them unhappy…”

he said angrily. -"Everything you said is just speculation and not reality. I'm really sorry to disappoint you, but as I told you before, your expectations were very high from the beginning" I reasoned. - "But ...but the bond...the mates' thing...you know..... it... can do anything. It can do ... wonders!" he exclaimed disappointingly.

But I love them. "Matt!!! Oh my gosh!! Bitch, why? Just why did you keep all of this from us?" France belted and I inhaled deeply to face them with all of it. "It's confidential, okay? We signed a contract from Miss Higgs for that. So, I just did what I need to. And, this gf/gf thingy? It just happened now. And, I, myself, still can not even believe it! Like, I thought I was just dreaming earlier... And, now, too." I let out and they both wore their unpleasant dreamy faces. And, I really want to poke their eyes right now.

“This is a serious allegation. If proven, it constitutes fraud and malicious defamation. Alpha James, do you wish to respond formally?” “I… I had no knowledge of my son’s actions. If he did this, it was without my authorization.” “Convenient,” I said quietly. The council spent the next hour reviewing evidence. David presented financial records, communications, testimony from the Pl firm. By the end, it was clear-the arrest record was fake, created deliberately to damage my reputation. “This council finds the arrest record to be fraudulent,” Moderator Gray announced. “It will not be considered in our deliberations. Furthermore, we will be investigating Alpha James’s involvement in this forger

He slid a printout across the table. I read it. The statement was four paragraphs of the kind of language that was produced when lawyers and PR professionals wrote something together under time pressure — defensive in structure, vague in specifics, using the word categorically three times in ways that suggested the writer understood its rhetorical weight but not its legal implications. It denied the characterization of the IC Creative Solutions payments as fraudulent. It described the Vantage and Fitch situations as standard business developments unrelated to any Caldwell involvement. It characterized Amara's piece as a one-sided account driven by personal animus.

The video had gone viral, just as I expected. Thanks to the cash drops Anya had scattered, the traffic spiked within minutes. The comments poured in. Many users identified him as Benjamin Southall, a wealthy heir in the capital. They said I had been scammed and urged me to get my money back. Others sent private messages, telling me not to be afraid. They said this was not my fault. [Collect your evidence. If he dared to lie to you, you can fight back.] I was genuinely grateful, but I could not simply reply with a thank-you.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

Ava read the screenshot four more times before she trusted herself to drive home. By the fourth read she had stopped looking for new information and started looking for an explanation that made it less than what it appeared to be, some context that would turn a conversation with her name in it into something harmless, a misunderstanding, a coincidence. She did not find one. The conversation was dated three weeks ago. It mentioned her by name, multiple times, in a tone that suggested planning rather than passing comment, and the two participants were people whose names she recognized well enough that the recognition itself felt like a small betrayal.

After the call, he turns his attention back to me. "Okay," he said, "I'll save your mother, as long as you fulfilled your promise." This is all for you mom, "I promise." •●• "You agreed to his proposal?" Zoe asks and I nodded "my friend you are getting bolder and bolder every day." He told me not to tell anyone that this is going to be a fake marriage, but I already told Zoe but I didn't mention it to him. "I happy for you," she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style."

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.