Papyrus Disbelief Novels & Stories

Gregory was vibrating with excitement, but still remained quiet throughout the process. “It appears to have worked.” I said with fake enthusiasm, as I looked over my forgery. “Oh, my gosh I can’t believe it, I have to read it right now.” Gregory said coming to sit at the table once more. I passed the journal to him and sat and watched as he flipped through the pages, I could see his excitement melting into disappointment the further he read, and by the last page he looked completely miserable. He flipped past the last page quickly “What no, that can’t be it” he said to himself distraught.

It's actions term's my claim unworthy. It terms it dumb gibberish. After all actions speaks better and louder than words. So does everyone say. And that sure is true. Literally sixty percent present alphas powerful doubt my claims. They though air it not. But as earlier mentioned, their doubtful eyes and unbelieving expression tell's and explains it all. Few alone wholefully accept my claim. They're the positive forty percent left after the sixty percent negative unbelievers. These forty are the wise progressing Alpha's I guess.

I feel my inner core twitch, as if my very soul has been struck. Hades is never going to believe me. He has never tried to believe or listen to me before, and nothing about this situation and its moment is going to change it. He paces around the room and then turns to me. “Those papers were printed multiple times, to prove those results are as real as they can get. How brave of you to try to lie when the truth is crystal clear.” He hiss. “I am not believing these darn papers” I shake my head. “We both know what you’re capable of Jasmine, not believing these papers or pretending to be clueless doesn’t stop the fact that you’re a slut and you’re carrying another man’s child, and then tries to

Feeling the frustration rising back up, I shook my head before casting my gaze on the trash cans and bent over to rummage through it. Reading through the few papers that had caught my attention and they were letters from the other packs and their rejection of her offer to join their course as they didn't believe her plan would work. They didn't believe she was standing on the right side. Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed that the fireplace burned with an orange color, even though it had already been turned off. What appeared to be remnants of a paper that had been tossed into the fire. I shook my head as I realized she might have burnt evidence. Picking the paper out of the fire and st

“I would never publish unsubstantiated claims made purposely to discredit someone. Don’t you dare put me in the same category as this garbage?” “Never?” Carter growled dangerously. “I seem to remember a certain article that did just that.” Parker clenched his jaw tight and spun away from Carter. He couldn’t deny it, but he also knew he’d changed. He’d learned his lesson, and it had changed the way he wrote stories. It was why his blog had been the one Ruby came to when she wanted to tell her story. Parker had built trust with his audience and the celebrities alike. “According to the article, ‘sources close to the disgraced actress’ say she’s entering her second trimester and thrilled to beco

She snatched the ledger and, upon seeing the final figures, her pupils shrank in disbelief, "Impossible! This ledger must be fake!" Madison frowned, "The ledger seems genuine."

Elena Vale has spent her entire life sticking to the rules, until the night she's forced into an engagement she never wanted. Fleeing from her high-society cage, she ends up in a grimy bar, drinking with a brooding stranger who offers the one thing she never expected: freedom.  Jack Roman is the last man a woman like Elena Vale should marry. Tattooed, sharp-tongued, and hiding secrets behind his sea blue eyes. He's everything she's been taught to avoid. But when an impulsive drunken wedding turns into a full-blown scandal, Elena seizes the chaos. She makes him a deal — six months of pretending, then they part ways. To Elena, faking a marriage with a stranger is supposed to keep her

--- Two workers argued over a supply chain delay. Both had records. --- Both had proof. --- --- Neither matched. --- --- “Someone’s lying.” --- “I’m not lying.” --- “Then what is this?” --- --- The room divided. --- Not by truth— --- But by belief. --- --- At the Sanctuary, Sophie’s voice tightened. --- “He’s injecting conflicting artifacts.” --- --- Julian cut in. --- “Fake evidence?” --- --- Sophie shook her head. --- “No.” --- A pause. --- “Adjusted evidence.”

“So anyone can make a public claim. And we’re supposed to accept it as fact?” “Interesting. Very interesting.” “Suddenly Mr. Harrison’s interview isn’t looking so convincing anymore.” The internet’s tone began changing. Doubt replaced certainty, and questions replaced accusations. And as more and more ridiculous relatives continued appearing every minute, the original narrative became increasingly difficult to believe. Tania wiped tears from her eyes. “Felix is a menace.” “Yes.” I accepted the cup of coffee she handed me. Then Tania’s phone buzzed. A new message appeared, From Felix.