Stan Identity Fraud Novels & Stories

"I'll gather the users' information. I can only obtain their identity once we make it to court. Would you give me your ID? I'm going to need the plaintiff's information too." Stella hesitated. 'He's going to find out I gave him a fake name before if I show him my ID.' Marshall asked softly after noticing how Stella just sat there, "What's wrong?" Then, Stella responded uncomfortably, "I used my friend's ID to register this account back then. Is it okay if I use her ID to initiate the lawsuit?" "It's not a great idea because the person we're filing against is using the name 'Dusk Galaxy' online. If we use someone else's identity, it might cause problems down the line in the legal process."

I tried remembering details, no, they only asked for my email. "No" I mumbled and he stared at me confused. "It's not possible, you must have given out your number" he said. "Maybe because I'm a scholarship student" I said and he paused. "Scholarship student?" He queried staring at me strangely. "Yes" I answered. "The school doesn't offer scholarships" he dropped the bombshell and my mouth went wide open in shock. What???

One blocked Stanley's path, and the other physically restrained him. Stanley’s frustration reached its peak. "I'll have you know that this is a case of kidnapping! And it's illegal!" "Illegal?" Sam's lips curved up, and he stared at Stanley. "Mr. Zabel, when you used technology to fabricate and spread false rumors about others online, did you ever think that you were engaging in unlawful activities yourself?"

the only modern thing in her living room. Her life is a real mess... She lived in student accommodation with old furniture that barely held up and She just got fired for putting a client in her place... Which was unfair. She had complained about this same customer for more than 3 times but her boss was always telling her that the customer was king and she should avoid coming near him but as always She was on duty at that customer's table . When she decides to revolt, she was fired. It was sad but it was her reality. Her biggest regret is not having had the courage to revolt sooner...

I said, pointing at the Beacon Street location that probably cost more per month than I’d made in the past year. “Real name, real date of birth, everything. Your height, obviously.” She leaned back in her chair with the casual confidence of someone who’d never worried about getting arrested for fraud. “In case anyone ever questions you, I suggest dropping your wallet at some point. Restaurant, hotel lobby, somewhere public. Creates a paper trail.” A paper trail. For my fake identity. This is my life now. “Makes sense,” I heard myself saying, because apparently my sleep-deprived brain had decided this was all perfectly logical. I pulled out my wallet and slid the Constance ID into the clear c

Over eight hundred thousand dollars. “That’s not possible,” I said, my voice breaking as I looked up at him. “I never took any loans. I’ve never, this isn’t mine.” “I believe you,” he replied calmly. My chest rose and fell unevenly as I looked back at the documents, my vision beginning to blur. “This is fraud,” I said, more firmly this time, though my voice still shook. “Someone used my information. This has to be.” “Did you ever give your identification details to anyone?” he asked gently. “Passports? Any Debit card information, banking information?”

"Stanley, something terrible's happened!" Stanley's deep, calm voice came through the receiver. "What's wrong?" "Do you remember Dr. Ceylan? He's not really Dr. Ceylan at all! He's a fraud!" There was a long silence on the other end. "We've already invested all our money. The court and the bank showed up today and sealed our companies. They even took the family estate. We've lost everything! Please, help us! Help us find that fake Dr. Ceylan and get our money back!"

I always took them by surprise. I produced the file that contained all of her information and dropped it on the table before her with a flappy thud. “Take it, read it.” I tilted my head towards the table. She eyed me skeptically before she took the file, contemplating. “That is all your life. I have to say it took up a lot of pages. From all your scandalous life and fraudulent behavior. First and foremost, I hope you know that impersonation and false identity was a crime in the state,” I made known. Her jaw dropped as she flipped through the pages. I didn’t see her eyes but I imagined they were as wide as that of a fish. Her hand stiffly leafed through the pages.