Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

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.

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.

My throat was dry and my mind scrambled for logic. "On what grounds?" I finally asked, masking my nerves behind a forced smirk. “We have evidence that you attempted to take possession of a property using falsified records. That is fraud, and it’s a criminal offense.” I smirked, letting my eyes move past his shoulders, and I beamed even more when I stared at Anna, who arched her brow. “Interesting.”

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.

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. *** *** ***

There is not a bit of hope left in her. He gives her an owlish look. As she rolls her eyes and says "do not try to convince me. Mr. Tedd. We are off boundaries." Her voice was shaky. Julien keeps the silence ahead of her protest as he shrugs and says "I don't give a damn. It's a fake marriage, remember. Today you will sleep here on the floor as said. Tomorrow if you want to stroll around the city, be my guest." He dismisses himself as he rolls his sleeves and turns around to see her anguish look. "Sorry, but I would rather not."

he creased his forehead, probably doubting me. “Fishy? Nothing’s fishy.” I sniffed the surroundings. “Ha-ha. Funny,” he mocked. Seems like my interrogation failed. “But seriously, Shane, I am sure that he has good intentions. There is no point to doubt him.” “I can’t help it. He just came unexpectedly.” “My friend is one of the greatest humans in this whole wild world,” he exaggerated, “Trust me, he prefers to suffer by himself rather than letting others suffer. So I am certain that whatever it is that he is doing, it’s for the better.” He winked.