Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

Dickson hurried forward to pick up and go through the agreement, crying in horror after that, “No! No way! Mr. Pether wouldn’t possibly make a decision like this!” Dickson’s eyes were red. He had recently returned to the country and had yet to accomplish anything big. Omnicare Drugstore was supposed to be a good stepping stone for him! With some attention, Omnicare Drugstore, which was already stable, could add merit to his record and boost him into the core level of the Soulspring Group within a short time. In spite of it, this fantasy was ruined! “It’s fake! This contract is fake! You forged it!” Dickson cried and actually planned to tear the document, frightening Farris.

The Schmidt family had truly raised a bunch of maggots that were rotten to the core. "N-No... It's not… It's not true." Daisy's face turned crimson, as if all the blood in her body had gathered in her face. She almost hysterically shouted, "That recording is fake! It's fake! "I don't know any fortune teller... It's not me speaking in there! It's all fake! Someone is framing me!" "Framing you? Ms. Daisy, please take a look at this. How do you explain this?"

" Jackson and I shared a look. "Why didn't we think of this again?" Jackson asked, making me release a low chuckle accompanied by a scowl directed at me. "I know about...Fido," she said. "You know?" "Yeah, uhm, I know that we made a promise to each other that we wouldn't meddle in each other's businesses, and I'm sorry that I'm breaking our promise, but I just wanted to help you guys," she said softly. "Fido's a ghost company, and he would have used it to bring you guys down. It wasn't even registered under his name. Not only was he planning to steal from you, but he would have scammed you and possibly thrown you to the wolves, so whoever saw that it wasn't legit, saved your company."

I skimmed it quickly. “We are aware of the fabricated claims circulating online regarding Mr. Brown and wish to state clearly that these allegations are false and defamatory. We are actively working with legal counsel and digital forensics specialists to identify the individual responsible for creating and spreading this content. Once identified, appropriate legal action will be pursued to the fullest extent possible. We ask fans and members of the public to refrain from spreading unverified information and to await further updates as anyone and everyone involed in spreading this fake news will not be spared.” "See?" my mother said, taking her phone back with a satisfied nod. "They're alread

“Who prepared the medicine? Who confirmed my pregnancy? Who is helping me fake my pregnancy symptoms?" "You don't want this? Then let's stop this," she challenged. She leaned close enough that only I could hear her. “If you stop helping me, I'll tell them your secret." My hands trembled. “They won’t remember that you were threatened.” Her smile widened. “They’ll remember that the Pack Physician lied about my pregnancy… prescribed the medicines… and helped me fake a damaged mating mark.” “So tell me, Ania…” She leaned back. “Who do you think they’ll believe?”

DISCLAIMER – This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story is for entertainment purpose only. *** *** ***

Luckily, the other alphas nod and in unison say, “I agree.” I rejoice is my only victory for today. The low growl rolling out of my father says he isn’t happy, but I have a feeling everyone will thank me for this later. Even though there is no chance for me to ever find my mate, I can’t live with myself if I know I’ve blocked my friends from finding and claiming their mates. Reluctantly, my father adds the clause to the multiple identical contracts and grunts, “Is there anything else we need to add?”

As darkness pulls me under, a tall figure steps into my fading vision. “Apologies ,” he says calmly, “for being late.” Race.

“This is classic intimidation through platform policy. They want you to self-censor or yank chapters. Don’t.” My hands clenched. “I’m not deleting anything.” “Good,” counsel said. “We add a standard fiction disclaimer and we tighten any passages that might be interpreted as naming a real entity. That’s not surrender. That’s sanitation.” Sanitation. Not weaponizing. Not theatre. Structure. I nodded once. “Tell me what you need from me.” Counsel’s gaze softened a fraction. “Two things. One: proof that you are the original author—draft files, chapter timestamps, outline submission confirmation. Two: a clean statement that the work is fictional and not affiliated with any real company or person.

She whipped out her phone, probably to confirm if what Gravestone had done was legally possible. “This could be a prank, you know,” Vanessa suddenly spoke up from nowhere and all attention went back to her. She folded her arms over her chest and gave a conceited scoff. “What do you mean?” Grandmother's voice was tinged with irritation. “What I’m saying, is that Natalie here knows that companies don’t single out a member of a company they were about to sign a merger with because everyone knows about the tricky legal problems involved. This document is fake,” she spoke so confidently that the people at the table started to whisper in agreement.