Fictitious Disclaimer Novels & Stories

I raised my brow at her, she just sighed focusing back on her pasta. Bipolar much! I played with my food trying to watch my friends eat, we were six on the seat. I'm only close to Vivian; my best friend and maybe Emily. The others were just sitting with me for fame. It was as if my eyes were being controlled. Against my will, it went back to Kylie whose face was already covered with ice cream. There is something about her that seem fishy, she looks fake. The powder she used, I could recognized it by the smell. I'm sure she is hiding something and I'm going to expose her.

She was almost shouting at me. " Prachi, he is not good for you... He is a liar... He has a criminal record. Just stay away from him. What can I do to make you understand that he is a liar?" " No you are just being jealous, that's why you are saying all that. I don't want to talk to you. " " Prachi please... " " No more discussion on this topic... I have had enough... " She disconnected the phone. I tried calling again but her phone was switched off. I felt helpless. I wanted her to understand that she was wrong about Naman. He was not how he looked like.

"You're lying to us. A newspaper report doesn't prove anything—" I threw a paternity test at them and said, "He already bribed all the doctors when he showed up and claimed to be Ethan. The test that he gave you was fake. This is the real one. "Also, he's been using the house rules that you set up to force me to give him money this entire time, forbidding me from telling you what was going on. The money in my bank account didn't just disappear into thin air. I gave every single cent that I owned to him!"

"A grubby schmuck waltzing into Regal International? Security! What's this place coming to, letting in street scum? It's revolting!" His cronies piled on. "Hey, don't soil the rugs." "Mark, remember? This guy is all principled, claiming money means nothing. Now that his gimpy girlfriend is history, he is here trolling for a rich benefactress?" Their malicious cackles reverberated through the lobby. Enduring their fabricated slander, I fixed Mark with a steely glare and ground my teeth. "Back off!" Mark's expression soured. "Say that again!" He lunged forward, shoving me with brutal strength.

"Ma'am, do you deny 'Z Real Estate's' fraud allegation charges?" I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "Look, everyone," I began, my voice steady despite the chaos around me, "I know you all want a story, but rest assured, my company scamming people and giving them undervalued properties with bad infrastructures that could cause harm isn't one of them." I paused, making sure to meet the eyes of the reporters. "This woman's lawsuit, I am sure, is a misunderstanding. I will make sure the truth prevails."

Fear flickered through her. “That will make them believe it’s real.” “No,” he said quietly. “It will make them stop guessing.” The press statement broke before midnight: ADRIAN VALE DENIES PERSONAL INVOLVEMENT IN CURRENT PROJECT CONSULTANT. CALLS RUMORS “STRATEGIC SABOTAGE.” Clara read it three times. No personal involvement. Not a lie. Not the truth. Something in between. Her phone vibrated. Adrian: This protects you. Clara:

“Special dispensation because of your job? Or do I need to report you?” The tall man’s furious gaze snaps towards them. “You’re… shouldn’t you have dispensation?” “Special research project,” Reese says briskly. “I can’t give you details, I’m not at liberty to talk about it. I'm going to have to ask you to sign a disclaimer. After that, if you are here on legitimate business, I’ll need a report from you about this meeting. Your impressions, when you first realised you were looking at something other than a collection of baseline humans, what raised your suspicions, whether you observed deviant behaviour directly or noticed characteristic indications affecting the surrounding norms. Email is f

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?"

"Are they not?" "I liquidated Vane Logistics four months ago," I lied, a bold assertion that held my breath captive. The audacity of my feint reminded me of the high stakes we were playing; commitment was the name of the game. I projected a series of fraudulent but perfectly crafted documents onto the wall behind him, each one a building block in a tower of deception. "The assets you’re trying to seize don't exist. They’ve been absorbed into a decentralized autonomous organization based in Switzerland. The 'third-party' trustee listed in the contract is now merely a trustee of an empty shell."