Loid Forger Novels & Stories

The Great Elder directly and arbitrarily interrupted Joel's words, not wanting to give him a chance to explain at all: "Or do you have evidence to prove that these materials are all forged, and you have not secretly contacted the members of the tattoo?" "I ......" "I dare to vouch for my personality that this evidence is true and there is no forgery!" Wildo said first. Joel tried to keep himself calm, but his slightly trembling hands betrayed him. He slowly took a deep breath, then looked at Mr. Zorion and said, " Old master, I did contact this person before, but he is not actually the person with the tattoo, but an undercover agent we sent over there, and I contacted him in order to get new

She had carried it for two days, tucked against her skin, and the edges were warm. "This is from a man you may know," she said, sliding it across the table. "Marco Fontana." Leone's eyes flicked up. "The forger from Trastevere?" "The best in Italy, as he will tell you himself." Isabella's smile was small and sad. "In that envelope is a bank slip showing that Romano Imports paid a forger called Il Pittore. He faked the evidence that killed my father, and he faked a note meant to frighten me into this city."

“Year 345 of the Starfall Calendar, Low Moon Season. Embezzled two southern estates bequeathed to High Priestess Eirene, forged transfer documents, liquidated for eight thousand gold coins.” Every single entry was immaculately detailed: date, location, sum, even the signature of the handler for every transaction. “W-Where did you get this?! This is a forgery! A lie! A frame-up!” Vera’s finger shook violently as she pointed at Eira, her words slurring together, barely coherent.

And the beginning of everything that came after. I spent the next three years learning from people who were better at this than me. A document forger in Prague who operated out of a print shop that was, on the surface, entirely legitimate — he taught me that the best forgery is the one that never gets examined, and the best way to avoid examination is to make the document boring. A social engineer in Bangkok who could talk her way into any building on earth and looked, doing it, like she was exactly where she was supposed to be — she taught me that confidence is not the absence of doubt but the performance of its absence. A man in Singapore — I never knew his full name, only what he went by,

"Hell no." She grabbed a notebook and a pen, and began to compile everything. Every tiny detail Alura had stupidly told her. She wrote down the temple visit in the rain. The deal Grandma Mabel proposed. The childhood nickname "Lou" and the nickname she gave Alura, Lily. The exact date of the wedding. Then, she pulled out her masterpiece. Lying on the table was a new document. She had taken the photos she snapped in Alura's bedroom to a very expensive, discreet professional forger. The new marriage certificate looked perfect, it even had the official court seal, the legal signatures, it was all there.

Friends. Richard’s thumb traced over Damien’s face in the photo, his expression twisting with old pain. “You took everything from me,” he whispered. “My company. My future. My dignity. And now you’re taking my daughter. I won’t let you. Not this time.” He turned back to his laptop and resumed working on the forged documents with renewed fury. He refined the language, adjusted timestamps, created fake bank transfers that looked legitimate enough to survive initial scrutiny. By 4 a.m., he had a complete package — enough to suggest that Damien had pressured Meridian Gallery into giving Kira the co-curation role in exchange for future acquisitions and personal favors.

Those were the very same sketches that had later appeared in Cynthia's fashion launch. My ears were ringing and I felt like I was about to vomit. I swallowed painfully and kept scrolling. Then I froze. There were forged company documents. Contracts. Financial approvals. Digital signatures. Jonathan Carter. His signature was on everything, except the problem was that I knew that he could never do such a thing… it was definitely forged. The investigator had highlighted every tiny inconsistency. Someone had copied his signature perfectly and attached it to documents authorizing illegal financial transactions. Transactions that later became the evidence used against Liam.

"We prove his evidence is fake. We bring in forensic accountants. Digital forensics experts. We expose him so thoroughly that his accusations look ridiculous." "That'll take weeks. Maybe months. He's moving now." Dominic was quiet for a long moment. "Then we move faster." That night, Elena couldn't sleep again. She kept looking at Peterson's fabricated evidence. The forged emails. The manufactured financial records. Someone had helped him. This level of forgery required insider access. Someone who had a profound understanding of their systems was needed. Someone on their team. "We have a mole," she said when Dominic came to find her at four AM.

One of the Elders opened the folder and turned the Pages then murmurs followed. I felt the room shift, like the air itself was tilting away from me. “That’s forged,” Dante snapped. He stepped forward, pulling the locket from his pocket and slamming it onto the table. “That belonged to Fernandez Passed down through blood.” Victor glanced at it, unimpressed. “Or stolen,” he said calmly. “A convincing prop, I’ll give you that.” He turned to the Council. “Con artists thrive on sentiment.” My heart pounded so hard it hurt. “You’re lying,” I said. “You planned this.”

"And do you plan to interfere in her private war?" ​"No," I replied flatly. "I do not care about her personal vendetta. But I need to use this information as a threat against her." ​"Why?" Lucian asked, leaning forward. ​"Because for Laura to successfully forge a title as a noble lady of the House of Clinico, she must have a high-level forgery contact outside of Valenridge," I explained, my voice dropping into a focused, razor-sharp tone. "Someone in authority—a crooked official or registrar out of town—is fabricating those official documents and sealed references for her. If I can find out who that man is, I can use him to alter the fraudulent deeds Lord Sterling created for my father's lan