Loid Forger Novels & Stories

He didn’t look like a dangerous man, and as soon as he looked up, Benjamim could see the desperation in his eyes. “Who are you?” Fred stood up, hoping the man standing in front of him was there to get him out of jail. “I’m Benjamim Dylon” His words sent a shock through Fred. “I’m here to find out why you forged my fiancée’s pregnancy test.” Fred’s eyes trembled upon hearing that. This man wasn’t here to free him; he was here to drag him even deeper into this giant mess. Fred walked up to the bars, trembling with fear, and said, “I’m sorry, sir” He stammered, nearly choking on his saliva “I needed the money to save my mother’s life, and Alessia promised me a good sum if I forged the test for

Their shoulders sagged, and Liam crouched on the ground before brushing his hair in frustration. “What’s going on?” Vaidas asked them. “We’re trying to find Leon and his team. Did you see them?” “No.” Draco replied. “Why?” “Those fuckers stole my gem!” Gunner grunted. “Why would they do that? And how did that happen?” Vaidas asked.

"A forgery of this level takes time. It takes specific legal knowledge. Daniel is an architect. He didn't sit in a basement and type this up himself." "He pays people to do his dirty work," Claire agreed, sitting in a plush desk chair. She tapped her pen on the table. "He paid Caldwell to mess up my fabric shipments. He paid internet trolls to leak rumors about your amnesia." "And," Zoya spoke up from her laptop, "he paid someone to forge your divorce papers." The room went completely silent. Claire stopped tapping her pen. She looked up at Raphael. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and they both realized it at the exact same time.

But one week before the wedding, someone had used a power of attorney to change the password to Vivian's birthday. The signature on the POA had been forged by Vivian. So that account had never been about Vivian. Future-him had lied. Unless future-him had deliberately painted himself as worse than he was, deliberately made her hate him, deliberately pushed her away. He didn't have time to process that. He kept pulling threads. Vivian had been talking to opposing counsel on his cases, feeding them his trial strategy, for over six months. The tampering with Jo's surgical plan had started long before he'd ever agreed to pay Vivian anything.

Inside lay documents stamped with the same notary seal from the false heir claim—but the signatures were mismatched, the dates altered, the ink slightly off color. “Forgery,” Sophia said from behind Arthur—she’d slipped inside unnoticed, laptop in hand. “And not even subtle. Same software used to fake your brake inspection report.” Julia exhaled, slow and deep. “So the board again.” Brandon nodded. Fury still simmered beneath his ribs, but now it was focused, not wild. “They wanted us fractured. Doubting. Distracted.” “And?” Julia asked. He reached for her hand, threading their fingers. “They failed.”

"So, little pup. What do you want from me?" I lower myself into the chair, the wood creaking under me. No point dancing around it. "I need someone to believe the baby in my belly is gone. Fake a miscarriage, an abortion, whatever works. As long as he believes the child doesn't exist anymore." Liora's expression stays flat. She taps her fingers on the table, rhythm slow and unimpressed. "Trick some ordinary man? Go find a clinic and get a fake certificate. Why bother coming to me? This kind of petty con isn't worth my time."

The guy was expensive but necessary, so we handed over every cent we’d saved, relieved that I was finally going to give Ren the documents, as he had ended up asking for them again after weeks rolled by with me not saying anything. But then everything collapsed. The forger was arrested before delivering. He’d been under investigation all along, but hadn’t taken it seriously. We spent that night sleepless, and I cried through half my shift the next day. Later, Val returned with new hope: Joel said the forger had sent word to visit a partner who could finish the job. But the second man demanded even more money. Val nearly compelled him, risking everything if Joel hadn't walked in. We postponed

"The documentation is an absolute forgery, Lorenzo." Lorrie let out a long, shuddering breath she felt she had been holding for an entire lifetime, her shoulders physically dropping. "However..." Dr. Keller's expression remained profoundly serious, his eyes dark behind his lenses. "...the technical execution of this forgery is nothing short of exceptional. The genetic ink compound and the replicated watermarks suggest that only an entity with deep, unrestricted access to the supreme state archives could have pulled this off." Lorenzo folded his arms across his chest, his jaw tightening. "So the adversary purposefully planted this asset to force us to question the foundational legitimacy of o

"Mr. Martin, I've heard that these two are newcomers to your company! Do you approve of stealing concepts at BM Technologies? Tsk! It would be best if you two stepped onto the stage because we don't have time for you!" Continuing my explanation, I added, "We will ascertain the truth! BM Technologies dispatched various trial tools to Luminary Productions so they could assess the free versions beforehand—that's why we're here. Earlier, I inquired about the inclusion of Holoforge in the list. How can we be certain that it wasn't Holoforge that copied from ChronoGrafix?" They presented Holoforge before ChronoGrafix in the sequence of presentations to create the illusion that the tool is original

Now that Lia had a softcopy, it wouldn't be hard to get someone to forge one for her. Lia dared not ask anyone about forging a check, so she searched online. After some time, she managed to find a studio that specialized in recreating and reproducing photos. Lia had to take the risk when money was on the line. She sent the picture of the check to the studio and asked them to reproduce a copy. She made up the excuse of using it as a prop for making reels and told them that the forged version must look exactly like the authentic one.