Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

“A fake relationship is a fineable offense, but a fake engagement is corporate fraud, and if the board catches us lying about a marriage, they won't just fire me—they’ll blackball my license and sue you for breach of contract." "They won't catch us because we aren't going to look like we're lying," Stefan said, his strides effortless as he closed the distance between us again, his massive frame completely cutting off the exit until I was trapped between his chest and the brickwork, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the sharp metallic tang of the arena air.

she continued, “there is one matter that must be addressed first.” The room stayed quiet, almost like everyone already knew what was coming. “A few organizations have been officially disqualified from consideration due to confirmed fraudulent activities.” The screen changed. Bold letters began to appear. DISQUALIFIED FIRMS. One by one, corporate logos filled the screen as she read them out. “Black Ridge Capital.” Their logo appeared. “Disqualified following confirmed fraud investigations.” “Evergreen Dynamics.” “Disqualified following confirmed fraud case.” Then came the third name. “Sterling Global.”

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.

"We feed them something else." "Feed them what?" "A false positive," I say. "We give them a stream of data that shows a decline. A degradation. A terminal failure." Liam looks up, his eyes widening. "You want to fake a miscarriage?" "I want them to think the asset is dead," I say. "If the product is 'lost,' they’ll stop the program. They’ll pull the resources. And then, we vanish." "Aiden, you can't fake that. They have doctors. They have labs."

Kayla's grandmother and two uncles stood before me and questioned me. "Where's the ring?" I instinctively covered my hand. An idea flashed through my mind, and I quickly lied to my grandmother-in-law, Eleanor Sanford. "Grandma, to be honest, I'm allergic to the ring. I can't wear it." Before I could finish speaking, I was struck with a cane.

Policy was worse because it didn’t care. She pushed a form toward me. SWORN DISCLOSURE STATEMENT DUE: TOMORROW My eyes tracked the blank lines like they were a trap. If I wrote the truth, nobody would believe it. If I wrote Adrian Valezco’s name, they’d call it conflict. If I wrote nothing, they’d call it dishonesty. I took the pen anyway and read the fine print. I certify that the following statements are true and complete... My hand tightened. “Ma’am,” I asked carefully, “what exactly counts as external sponsorship? If a foundation pays a hospital bill, is that—”

Landon, looking defeated, reached for the door handle, but I stopped him. “Wait.” An idea had just dropped into my mind. Something dark and delicious. I turned to him, a bright smile on my face. “Since you don't know how to do your job well, I'll tell you how to.” He didn't answer, but his shoulders looked tense. “You’re going to create fake complaints about the Montgomery Grand and post them on the website. Bad reviews, service complaints. Health code violations. Make it look real. Whatever it takes to discredit them.” I said.

Sarah grinned. Jane was really upset because her cover had been blown. She deliberately used a fake name to hide her identity from all chat group participants. But, she started to become stupid and careless. She uploaded a photo of the bouquet of flowers to the group because she was too happy to get a bouquet of flowers from Anthony. “Look, this is about Anthony. I need your help,” Sarah began. “What happened to him? I mean I heard a rumor that Anthony was fired from his current position. But, I don't think it's serious.”

I sighed in frustration. "I can assure you, this signature is a fake. I never signed any such document. I want to meet the person who claims my company as theirs. I want to get to the bottom of this. The fingerprint claim is also falsified. You should hold a higher standard as a government organization," I stated firmly, refusing to back down. The man raised an eyebrow. "Well, Ms. Anika, I can arrange a meeting with the person's legal team, and they can address your concerns," he suggested.

He said. "N-no, really, you don't have to, I'm fine." Tierra faked a smile and made her way to the door but got pulled back. Tierra let out a horrified gasp. "I'm not letting you go out there. You could get hurt." Damien said.