Papyrus Disbelief Novels & Stories

He ran to his old room to find the sketches of Christian's face, the only evidence he had to prove his identity. We must believe, not by proof, but by conviction. Blaise Pascal.

How did they not notice anything? "No, this is a fake! I'm not a Veronezzi, I'm the Delapena Family's daughter! How can I be one of those Veronezzi people, this is forged!" Sheila shouted as she rose and prepared to attack the document and tear it apart. However, the moment she wanted to do that, Mr. Delapena suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes were pools of black holes. Sheila stopped and froze in place. "Father..." She asked with a trembling voice. "Don't you believe me?" Elder Delapena looked at her with immense pain in his eyes and asked.

She asked in a whisper as she moved closer to him. "I'm your enemy! Your worst nightmare!" She said and slowly raised up her father's journal. "All of your evil works are recorded here!" She said and his eyes shone as he stared at the book. "None of the words in that book stands, as far as the law is concerned it's not a tangible evidence and it could be made up!" "Plus the cases in this books have been discharged years ago!" Eliza supplied immediately. "We'll watch and see, you'll regret underestimating me this much!" She replied.

I was overly excited and giving my information in bits and irregular patterns. “Princess, take a deep breath,” Brian said. I took a deep breath and broke down all the information in the diary to him. “Blair, I don’t know.” Brian didn’t sound as excited as I was. He and Sebastine had a cold laid-back reaction and it wasn’t until Brian gave me a not so warm shoulder, that I realized that both of them were not quite buying the vision. “Blair, some diary records may not be strong enough evidence to hold in court.” Brian said.

However, even as I opened my mouth to speak, my thoughts were dispersed like leaves in the wind, and my mind was empty. I stumbled and said, "I don't know," my words coming out quickly. "I promise that I saw nothing. It was a confusion, that's all." With a sharp look at me, Paige's eyes narrowed, and mistrust flickered in the corners of her eyes. "You expect us to believe that?" With a tone full of disdain, she scoffed. "After everything that's happened tonight, you expect us to believe that you had nothing to do with it?" I gave a frenzied shake of my head as panic surged through me like a tsunami. "No, I swear, I had nothing to do with it," I said, becoming more desperate in my voice. "Ple

Kael walked back toward Sebastian and handed him the files in silence. Sebastian accepted them, opened the folder, and his eyes darkened as he read. The vein in his temple twitched. The vein in his temple twitched. His gaze, cold and burning with disgust, settled on me. My throat constricts, making even the attempt to speak difficult to form. "Sebastian…" My voice cracked, a mere whisper against the enormity of his fury and the profound weight of his disbelief. "Please...listen..I swear I don't know anything about these documents! Someone forged them. I swear to you!"

"A thirty-second clip. Grainy. Terrible audio. Shot from the tripod in the corner of the bedroom. All it shows is the door creaking open on its own. That's it. But we won't upload it to a movie site. We'll upload it to a conspiracy forum, a paranormal message board. The blog post will link to it, saying, 'The police won't help. The doctors won't listen. Please, can anyone tell me what this is?'" My heart began to hammer with a cold, thrilling excitement. I was reciting a history that hadn't happened yet, engineering a phenomenon from scratch. "We don't call it a clip," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "We don't call it a trailer. We call it evidence. We aren't selling a movie; we are selli

Unable to hold back his anger, Ethan slammed his laptop shut. "This is ridiculous! They don't have a single piece of evidence!" ​Benjamin adjusted his glasses and replied calmly, "They don't need evidence. They only need people to believe the story." ​Vivian turned to Dizer, studying her expression. "How do you feel?" ​Dizer gently placed the tablet on the table before picking up her teacup. "They're trying to make me angry," she said quietly. ​"And?" Vivian asked. ​Dizer took a slow sip of tea. "I'm not giving them what they want."

Raphael swallowed, his spine locking rigid against the metal filing cabinet as his eyes flicked toward Cassian, who was still standing by the door with his arms crossed, completely blocking the narrow aisle. "I told you, it’s just the standard scholarship audit. The office gave me the box. I don't know anything about tokens or proxies." "You're a terrible liar," Cassian said, stepping a fraction closer, his green eyes narrowing as he looked down at the freshman. "Your hands are shaking so bad you're ruining the print on those unfiled logs. We know you weren't in the southern district five years ago. We know you weren't even in the state registry." "I just need the job," Raphael muttered, his

“That’s part of this entire situation.” “Convenient.” He replied flatly, not even attempting to hide his disbelief. “That doesn’t make it untrue.” I countered just as quickly. “It makes it unverifiable.” He leaned forward slightly now, his tone sharpening. “And without verifiable evidence, your claim remains incomplete.” The woman on the right shifted slightly, her gaze moving between us. “He’s not entirely wrong.” She admitted carefully. “What you’ve presented is compelling, but it doesn’t fully establish ownership beyond doubt.”