Wedgie Stories Fake Novels & Stories

Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy. "That's everything I need. Thank you, Mr and Mrs Cartelli. And congratulations." "Yes, congratulations," the officiant added. I smiled at them as they exited the room, none the wiser to the real situation at hand. We'd completely lied to two people of importance about our love for one another, and it felt like I should be put into a jail cell right away. Or slapped. "Wonderful job, Rosanna," said Leo, once they were gone. "I almost believed you'd had some warning." His smile was sweet but edged, as he glanced at my father.

He stared at me with anger and shock as his palm massaged the sore cheek. "You fucking don't know me, Jake! You know nothing about me and you have no damn right to tell anyone about fake news!" I barked. "I trusted you, Do you know what everyone is saying? That I am a whore, a husband snatcher, it hurts!" I cried

"Okay, I won't release the video but on one condition." He looks at me suspiciously. "What's that?" he asks. "You will do me a favor. In the form of kicking someone's ass for me," I declare. Daniel's dark brown eyes turn even darker. "You want me to beat someone up? Wh...who?" "Meet me at the cafeteria tomorrow, and I'll give you all the details," I said to him. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the beginning of a business deal between me, the nerdy Logan and the fake scary badboy, Daniel. Hope this doesn't blow up in my face later.

I picked up my phone and looked at the text messages from the three women I had hired: *Rachel: The reporters loved my story. I cried on camera just like you told me to.* *Jennifer: My interview is trending on T*****r. #AlexThompsonScandal is everywhere.* *Michelle: I'm getting death threats from his supporters, but also a lot of support from people who believe me. This is working.* I had found them through a contact who specialized in... let's call it "reputation management." Women who were struggling financially, who were willing to lie for money, who had just enough acting ability to sell a fake story.

“Who prepared the medicine? Who confirmed my pregnancy? Who is helping me fake my pregnancy symptoms?" "You don't want this? Then let's stop this," she challenged. She leaned close enough that only I could hear her. “If you stop helping me, I'll tell them your secret." My hands trembled. “They won’t remember that you were threatened.” Her smile widened. “They’ll remember that the Pack Physician lied about my pregnancy… prescribed the medicines… and helped me fake a damaged mating mark.” “So tell me, Ania…” She leaned back. “Who do you think they’ll believe?”

"These can be faked! The first hundred tests said they were mother and daughter!" "Who knows if she made these?" The mood flipped. A smug smile slid onto Sasha's face. "You bought fake reports online, didn't you? That's illegal." "Yeah," Wesley added. "You freaked out thinking your kid isn't yours and ordered fake tests online." I gave a small smile, steady. "Every report's got the hospital's official verification on the back. If you're saying they're fake—or that all those hospitals messed up—their legal teams would love a word."

"I never pegged you for the shameless, irresponsible type, Damian! You could at least come up with a better lie!" The corner of my lips twitched as I flashed Yvonne a humorless smirk. "Children do lie. In fact, Anna has already mastered the art of deception." Calvin feigned surprise. "How could you say that about Anna, Damian? She's just a child! Were you hoping to get Anna injured so you could claim the Stewarts' and Chapmans' family assets for yourself?" What absurd argument was that? And yet, Dad grimaced as he pointed at me and snapped, "I'm warning you, Damian—stop fantasizing! You're better off remembering your place!"

The video had gone viral, just as I expected. Thanks to the cash drops Anya had scattered, the traffic spiked within minutes. The comments poured in. Many users identified him as Benjamin Southall, a wealthy heir in the capital. They said I had been scammed and urged me to get my money back. Others sent private messages, telling me not to be afraid. They said this was not my fault. [Collect your evidence. If he dared to lie to you, you can fight back.] I was genuinely grateful, but I could not simply reply with a thank-you.

Florence took a deep breath and put on her best fake smile. “What is it this time, Emma? Are you going to tell me that he has a hidden family in Thailand or that he has a secret son? These gossips are ridiculous, I don’t even know why you even listen to them,” Florence rolled her eyes and mimicked her friend’s pose. “No?” Emma sounded offended. “And I don’t believe these gossips either, it’s just fun to share them with you. Who would I talk to about this? Anyway, this is the real deal, came from an official source.”

Follow me on I*******m to learn how to access Ream • THE MIDNIGHT MAFIOSO • What happens when you lie that a random stranger is your husband and you two have a son? ~`~ When Inna's parents mysteriously disappear, she is left to take care of her young brother. She runs out of money, and she is left with no option but to lie that a random stranger is her husband and the six-year-old brother is their son. She uses this lie to steal money from this random stranger, and she gets away with it. Or not… Later, she receives a call from an unknown number. A strange man calls her, demanding to meet his ‘son’ and get his ‘wife’ back.