Loid Forger Fanart Novels & Stories

He wrapped his arms gently around my waist and we kissed I pulled my face away with a light laugh, and we both chuckled. “Shall we, my lady?” He opened the car door with a little bow, and I smiled as I stepped in. We drove quietly, music drifting softly from the car speakers. When we arrived, I gasped. I thought it was just a simple dinner date. I didn’t know Leo had other plans. He had booked and decorated a cozy resort—a quiet place wrapped in fairy lights, rose petals scattered across the ground, with soft music. Lanterns flickered in gold, outlining a dinner table set for two under a delicate white canopy.

"...the spacing on the outer motto is off by a fraction of a millimeter compared to the authentic archive plates of that era." Lorrie blinked rapidly, a desperate spark of clarity cutting through her panic. "So... it's a forgery? It's completely fake?" Matteo nodded slowly, his expression grim but certain. "Visually, yes. I believe someone went to extreme operational lengths to ensure we would look at this paper and believe you two share a bloodline." A sudden, fragile warmth of hope flickered to life inside Lorrie's chest. But Lorenzo remained perfectly unmoving, his voice dangerously low. "In our world, we do not survive on assumptions, Matteo. We verify."

I flipped to the next document and there it was. Arrest Record: July 2014, Age 19 - Art Forgery. My pulse quickened. Finally, something useful. Details: Rose was arrested for reproducing and selling forged paintings. Investigation revealed she had been deceived by boyfriend Marcus Webb, who claimed the reproductions were for "practice" and "personal use." Webb sold the forgeries as originals to private collectors. Charges against Rose were dropped when investigators confirmed she had no knowledge of Webb's activities and received no proceeds from sales. Webb served 18 months for fraud.

'The money will be disbursed today, from tomorrow Lilalinda and I will go to Forger Corporation to help reorganize the organization, hope we can work happily. The two experts spoke and stood up to shake hands with her and Director Lautner. 'Happy cooperation.' Withdrawing her hand, Fiona Forger couldn't help but be curious to ask Expert Lilalinda, 'Can I...can I ask something?' "General Manager Forger is welcome to ask.' Expert Lilalinda very politely replied. 'It's...the loan your company lends to the Forger Corporation, why is the interest rate zero?' Yesterday Damian Desmond said the condition for the interest-free loan was to marry him, but she refused, didn't he still get angry and leav

Fera asked with raised eyebrows that showed that she didn’t at all believe he would go that low. “If he doesn’t like me, he looks like someone that would instead send an assassin. This aphrodisiac is most likely something a female would use…” Fera sighed, annoyed to find out that after shuffling and sieving all the candidates, she didn’t even have any suspects to set her eyes on. “You’re right, I’ll look around and investigate,” Lozia sighed as he got to his feet, touching the small neck chain on his neck, one that was responsible for ensuring that his body looked more muscular and manly than it actually was worse.

Every eye shifted from the screen to Victoria, whose face was now as pale as paper. "That... that’s fake! It’s digital forgery!" Victoria shrieked hysterically. "Liora! You did this, didn’t you?! You’re jealous of me!" Liora unlinked her arm from Mavric and stepped forward toward the stage. She did not shout. She did not need to shout. Her calm voice was far more intimidating. "Jealous of you, Victoria?" Liora stared at her sister with a contemptuous look. "Why would I be jealous of a thief who can’t even draft a pattern without copying from my mother’s notebooks?"

“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?”

I’m tainted by a life he forced me into. I continue, relishing the visible torment in his eyes, his rigid posture. “Oh, absolutely fan-fucking-tastic. Lior knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to please a woman, how to make her forget everything else. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust… it was all so perfectly orchestrated, you won't believe he's more of a 'man' guy. He was an artist, really, when it came to—"