Loid Forger Novels & Stories

He answered, looking a little mad. “I guess it is more than enough. It’s made of white gold, you can check the back side to see if it’s real.” I explained. The driver's eyes widened when he heard me. “Are you sure, you will give me this watch?” He said shocked while holding my watch. We already arrived at my address and he was checking the watch, if it was real. “Yes, Mr. thanks for the ride,” I said before I got out of the taxi. As I entered our gate ,I tried to move carefully as possible to avoid being seen with dad. It's weekend now so I am sure that dad was home.

Was loyalty worth nothing anymore? Skilton beat his fist on the arm rest. It was the only expression of anger he allowed himself. This could be handled. He could still manage this. How would Obran have known what identities to warn the Americans about? The forger had created hundreds of credentials for Skilton and others over the years. Maybe thousands. How could he have known to pull that exact name?

’ Well the last part was never going to happen was it, I’d never be able to give them grand babies unless I faked another wolf to be my mate which was something I just wasn’t prepared to do. I did feel sorry for my father though. I knew he was beginning to grow impatient with me. He was getting older now and it was beginning to show, our pack was beginning to see a weaker side to him, this happened when we aged. I knew he was in a rush to hurry up and retire.

Words came in a slow spill, simple and sharp: Someone stole private photos and is now using AI to fake my voice and forged screenshots to claim I leaked confidential documents. I didn’t. Consent matters. So does truth. We’ll handle the forgery in court. In the meantime, I’m still me. I’ll be out shooting this afternoon. If you see me, say hi. Kindly. — T She handed the phone to Mya. “Too… polite?” “It’s a blade wrapped in velvet,” Mya said, approving. “Send it.”

It looked rather polished, like it had grown, like how you would expect a handwriting to get neater as the person grew older. Dimitri himself was always out of the question, so that left very few options. “Someone forged him.” I mutter, my face still directed to the laid-out scripts. “Or someone has watched him too closely.” I mused then turned my head to look Lucian in the eye. He held eye contact for a while. His eyes burned with a rage that was to be expected. “The lengths these people are willing to convince the world that a dead man is alive is frightening. If I didn’t know any better, I would have started harbouring the thought myself. “I chuckled as I shook my head. A forgery meant a

“Objection! This evidence is circumstantial at best. It proves nothing conclusive—only assumptions.” Consuelo didn't blink. “Your Honor, the forensic reports are not assumptions. They are detailed findings from two independent experts. The signatures on Eliora’s documents do not match those on file. Her timestamps have been manipulated. These are not just assumptions. They are deliberate fabrications.” The judge adjusted his glasses, flipping slowly through the folder. “I will review the submitted evidence thoroughly before any conclusions are drawn. Forgery is not a matter this court takes lightly.” We waited. For days.

“Your father… was respected. He was trusted by everyone. That made it easy for James to twist the story, to paint him as the culprit.” Adrian leaned forward, his brow furrowed in concentration. “He forged the documents? Fabricated the evidence?” Linda nodded again, a small, defeated gesture. “Not all of it. He was too clever for that. He manipulated existing reports, subtly altered figures, used a shell firm – Sight Holdings, I remember the name – to reroute significant amounts of money. The transfers were disguised as consultancy fees, then funneled offshore. He created just enough false trails to point the finger at Dexter. And when Dexter started asking too many questions, when he began t

The police released an official statement denying all rumors and accusations against me and them for bribery. Riding on the momentum, I then released a ton of evidence online. I wrote that Meryl was an impostor whose son committed marriage fraud to get the wife to look after her illegitimate twins. I then spent some more money to bump it up to the headlines. Paul appeared as well, backing up everything I said and bringing more traffic and attention to my post. After that, I set up a fund to help victims of marriage fraud divorce their partners. With that, my company also made the headline news as well. And because of our newfound popularity, many of our items sold out. We even received huge

"Has to be. He can't touch the Seal verification result directly so he's attacking the credibility of the result instead. If he can get enough wolves questioning it before the full council session in seventy two hours, he creates enough doubt to slow the reinstatement." "Can he actually do that? The Seal activated in front of the entire chamber. The verification elder confirmed it." "Yes. And that record stands. But public perception is a different battlefield and right now he owns it." Arthur paused. "Lola, we need to talk about the custody hearing." I pressed two fingers against my forehead. "How bad." "Sofia's legal team filed a supplementary motion this morning. They're using the forgery

Christ. I grabbed my water bottle and took a long drink, trying to ignore the incessant buzzing. But curiosity—or maybe just irritation—got the better of me, and I picked up the phone to scroll through the messages. Fiona: Jameson, please call me. We need to talk. Fiona: You can't actually be going through with this wedding. Everyone knows it's not real. Fiona: She's not right for you. You know that. I know that. Everyone knows that.