Forged Authority Novels & Stories

One of the girls cooed and Isis’ blood heated. “Ms Davenport?” his voice possessed that air of authority that characterised him as one to not be trifled with. She inhaled deeply, her eyes throwing daggers at the girls who had the gall to appear innocent. She clenched her fists even tighter and knew she had restricted the blood flow.

"I don't understand." "You should." She looked up. "I've never seen this account before." One of the board members scoffed. "That's interesting." Ava's pulse began to quicken as another file was pushed toward her. This one had her name on it. Her signature and authorization approving the transfer. She blinked. "No, this... this can't be right." "It is right," one of the directors said coldly. "No, it isn't." She looked at the papers again and her signature was still there, perfectly copied and forged.

Elena, who had clearly been watching longer than he had understood. He called Cooper from the window while Jules stood behind him in the lobby radiating a very controlled, very quiet kind of devastation, and Cooper confirmed the forgery in eleven minutes. Marcus Veil. Elena's lawyer. A forged authorization with Adam's signature — good work, professional, close enough to fool a clerk but not close enough to fool a forensic examiner. Cooper had both the file and the original authorization template they had used within the same day. "She's building a case file against herself at this point," Cooper said, and there was a flatness in it that was not satisfaction, just tired resignation.

“Did you forget that I have retracted your authority?” My heart dropped. “What do you mean?” He stepped forward. Close enough that I could feel his presence… but not close enough to touch. “Wake up! I have revoked your authority! Stop playing games!” The words landed like a slap. “You are not to interfere in pack affairs! You are not to attend meetings! And you are certainly not to parade around my territory wearing symbols you have not earned!” “I have not earned?” My voice trembled despite my effort to steady it. “Fauz, I am your mate.”

"I... Mr. Vale, the prescription was written under your name." I went very still myself. "Come again?" "The sedative. It was prescribed by..." He pulled out a piece of paper from his bag. "By you. Or someone using your medical authorization." I took the paper from him. Read it. My name was at the top. My signature at the bottom. A signature I had never written. "Someone forged my signature," I said. The doctor nodded slowly. "That would be my guess, sir." "Who would have access to my medical authorization?"

“Locations, shipment schedules, literally everything you can think of.” “I don’t understand,” A cold feeling spread slowly through my stomach as I whispered. “You weren’t supposed to,” Ronan muttered. The words weren’t loud, but they landed hard anyway. Maverick on the other hand, continued carefully, like he was choosing what to say in front of me. “There were forged signatures too,” he said. “Markings tied to us.” “What?” Ronan went completely still beside the bed. “What kind of markings?” “The kind that makes it look like we authorized something we didn’t.” Maverick muttered slowly and the silence that hit the room was heavy, sharp and all shades of wrong.

Except…it wasn’t mine. The shape was convincingly close but the slight curve in the final stroke of my surname was different. My stomach dropped. “This isn’t my signature,” I said quietly. The room fell silent. The administrator frowned slightly. “But it matches your previous authorization forms.” “That’s because someone copied it.” I turned another page, then another. Every document carried the same forged signature. Someone had used my name, my work and my research, and passed it off as their own. Footsteps echoed outside the conference room door.

Natalie carefully put the document in the middle of the desk, making sure it lined up perfectly with the one in the safe. Joshua glanced upward, his forehead creased in confusion. He spotted two documents that looked the same, except for their dates. "What's this?" he asked. "It's the letter of authorization," Natalie answered, her tone soft and reassuring. She was certain Natasha's document was fake because she possessed the real letter of authorization. Natalie believed the forged letter aligned perfectly with Natasha's status as a replacement. The fake one was all Natasha deserved. Joshua carefully examined the authorization letter on the table and noticed very little difference between t

Then he looked at the Sovereign table and said: "Sovereign Vale. The floor is yours for the opening address." I had not prepared an opening address. I had prepared the documentation. The address I had decided would be itself rather than prepared. "Six months ago," I said, "this Council authorized lethal force against a Sovereign it had declared Rogue. The authorization was issued under statutes written by people who understood exactly what they were preventing and chose to prevent it anyway." I looked at the twelve Council members. "That authorization is void under the revised framework, and the statutes that enabled it have been struck from the pack law record. That's not what this meeting

He stopped, glanced at me, as though embarrassed to continue. I smiled. “Read on.” His voice grew quieter. “Released from duty. His blood is spent. His usefulness concluded. Dispose of him with dignity if possible, but dispose nonetheless.” The words fell like stones from his lips. His knuckles whitened around the parchment. He was too stupid to realize it was forged, too conditioned to the sight of authority to question. I leaned forward. “And whose hand signs that order?” He swallowed. “Lord Perez.” “Are you certain?”