Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

she said, her voice laced with concern. "Oh my God, I hope this isn't what I'm thinking," Anna remarked, her fingers flying across the keyboard. I leaned in, curious. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. Anna's eyes met mine, and I could see the realization dawning on her. "That the Ortega's are using multiple fake accounts to comment on your page so you can be disqualified," she confirmed. My eyes widened in shock. That would be a dirty move, but it made sense. The Ortega's would stop at nothing to win.

on anonymous client profiles, all wrapped in vague language and speculation. Just enough to look like a real lead if anyone’s watching, and off the mark enough to make them sleep better at night. I salt it with fake phone numbers, bad dates, even a line about a “possible romantic entanglement” between Liberty-Anne and a minor Bainbridge investor. Pure fiction, but plausible enough to distract. It’s tedious, playing cat-and-mouse with a shadow I can’t see, but it beats handing over my real work on a silver platter.

"Outside the box, Paul roared, his voice resonating uncannily across the concourse. He held up the poster board. It displayed a shabby Photoshopped picture of Scarlett and Jett with the words "FAKE! THE DEBT OF HER FIRM! SCHEME FOR HER MOTEL! HIS DESPERATION FOR A CAREER!"Bullet points with altered email excerpts and false financial data were placed beneath the text, all of which were intended to paint Jett as an unsuspecting celebrity and Scarlett as a desperate, cunning opportunist.

I ask. “Most of those transfers aren’t valid without your signature or knowledge. If they are, you can formally disclaim them. We’ll draft and file a disclaimer of interest immediately for any known assets. That severs your connection on paper. If the feds come knocking, it shows you actively rejected involvement.” “What about protection from him and his men?” Halle freezes. Her eyes widen, and for a second, she just stares at me. Colour drains from her face. “Protection, from physical... abuse?” Her voice cracks. “Luke, honey...I had no idea—”

Searching for something. "Consider it as one." "What if I want to talk?" He smirked. "Do you know how to play dangerous games. That's what you would be doing." He raised his brow. I tried to look away, but his hand lifted, fingers brushing the edge of my scarf- not pulling, just hovering, as if testing how far I'd let him go. "Don't worry", he said, barely audible. "I won't bite you" "And I won't stop you from thinking about this either."

After their initial interaction, Liam made it his personal mission to appear before Whitney at least once a day, through a series of "unplanned" circumstances. ​His efforts were a masterclass in manufactured chance. One day, he’d be leaning casually against a lamppost two blocks from her house, claiming he just happened to be in the area, pausing only to check an email before heading off to some invented, pressing appointment. Another time, he'd be waiting patiently at the entrance to her office building, holding a takeout coffee he claimed he’d just purchased for a "totally different person" who, tragically, had decided to work from home.

As expected, he first rushed to help Madison to her feet, then accused me sternly, "What the heck are you doing, Phoebe? Maddie's always been patient with you at home, but this isn't the place for you to spout nonsense. "Since you're claiming Maddie is impersonating you, I'll testify for her. She's the Campbell family's heiress, the true successor of traditional pottery, and my one and only fiancée!" With Wilson vouching for Madison, my credibility was shot. Everyone practically wanted to rush up and throw me off the stage. "Get out of here! A mere adopted daughter can never take the stage!" "The Campbell family is a well-known name in the heritage community. Does she think we've never seen

Whatever it is, I have to be courageous but not outrageous. He cast another if his skeptical look on my way tilting his head to the side slightly. "What will you get out of it?" "Freedom," I kept my answer short, covering my lies. Though it wasn't fully lie though. As much as my intentions were to help Kandel. A large part of me also was doing this for myself. A sinister smirk made its way to his lips. My confidence rose and I realized he was falling for my trick. My tactics seemed to be working.

I speak up because I am getting annoyed. "Okay... um I have found a contract when I was clearing out my office, it’s from a while ago." He took a pause which pissed me off even more. "It was a signed by my grandfather and it is something that I can't get out of. It is an agreement that if this pack needs help, we would help them no matter what. I guess you could say we owe this pack couple of favours." "What pack?" I was getting really nervous because if it’s the pack I think the answer is going to be... Dylan would be right! I won't like it.

I look back at my case study options and I add a fourth one and then immediately cross it out before I can finish writing it. But the two words are still visible under the single line. False testimony.