Wedgie Stories Fake Novels & Stories

"None of your business." "Heidi, stop!" Paige burst out. "Why are you shaming Gigi? You know the pack constantly makes up untrue rumors. Just the other week they were saying Jasmine was pregnant with Beta Luke's pup. And Jasmine is one hundred percent faithful to Alpha Blake. These are obviously just bored people with nothing better to do than make up crazy lies for entertainment."

She smirked as she read it because deep down she knew who was doing this and still she scrolled down. ‘Rumors have surfaced that upcoming singer Veldana had faked her emotional breakdown to win sympathy from her fans. Sources close to her former partner, Alpha Maurice, claim she manipulated him for years, she even went as far as faking infertility to keep his attention.’ She knew they were all lies but they still shocked her, how were they able to think of these things.. And beneath the article, the comment section was even worse, the people were already judging, mocking, and repeating the half-truths as if they were facts.

In the Romano family's study. I lounged in the leather chair, scanning the barrage of insults on my tablet, my fingers rhythmically drumming on the desk. "This paternity report is a fake, but it's a work of art. Rosa, that fool, couldn't have pulled off something like this. Looks like she's got a black market forger in her pocket." Wade was across from me, meticulously cleaning his gun. "Do you want me to permanently shut up that forger?"

Hugo and Nathan felt suspicious, so they took out their phones and did just that. After reading the announcement, Nathan was shocked. “The war legate and his wife who appeared today at the Swallow Central investment conference were hired actors to help promote Swallow Central as the war legate…” Nathan was stunned. “What?” Violet was shocked too. “Show it to me.” Violet took the phone and her face fell. It was fake news. Adrian was not the legate. He was just hired by Daniel to play the part. “Scum!” Violet yelled.

Where did they get this awful story to publish? "It's not true," I said through a choked voice. "Liar!" snapped Jake's mother. "I don't even know these people," I pleaded. "It's fake. The story is a complete fabrication." I looked helplessly at Jake, hoping to see a flicker of belief, but his face remained unreadable, devoid of any expression. Defeat washed over me instantly. He refocused on his mother. "Is your driver downstairs?" Mrs. Marino nodded. "Good. Let's get you home. We'll talk about this better when you've calmed down." He guided her out of the apartment, even though she resisted leaving.

Tsk! Brooo! I have something to tell you.our crazy boss! He crawl at me after we drink . I seem like pregnant bro. and it seems like I am going to have a kid ahead of you. What now bro? you will arrive seeing me with a kid. And if ever you read this email, don’t go home yet, finish whatever your mission there is. So you can graduate soon. I believe in your intelligence and perseverance bro. but I already have a baby, Jeoff and I don’t know what to do. Oh only me, because Jeoff doesn’t want to fuse our feelings. Well, he has lots of things to do. He told me that our fake wedding will be true. Because of the baby. It is too early to think but I am fertile when Jeoff did it bro. Don’t sue Jeo

The story people told about who she was and how she had gotten here. Destroy that and the rest followed on its own. It was a smart move. It was also the last one they were going to get. .......... Ray called back in fifty-three minutes. "The article was published through a digital media outlet called Vantage Press," he said. "Mid-size, business and finance focus, credible enough to be taken seriously. The piece was submitted by a freelance contributor — the name is fake, the credentials are fabricated, the email account was created four days ago." "Who funded it?"

I am issuing this statement personally because the nature of the fabrication warrants a personal response, and because I do not intend to allow manufactured narratives about my wife to go unanswered. The story, and the 'sources' behind it, allege that Lena Blackwood engineered a pregnancy for financial or contractual purposes. This is false. It is not partially false or contextually misleading. It is entirely and deliberately false, originated by a person with a specific interest in damaging my wife's reputation and our marriage, and I will be pursuing every available legal remedy against both the originating source and the outlets that chose to publish without verification.

But all the decisions were made, I quickly swallowed my ego and move toward the separate small room on which my things were arranged. I immersed myself in the warmth of the water, I could not help but rewind today's incidents. I can't believe Vicky's betrayal. And the events followed. I can't even believe that I agreed to become a fake wife... Before I could control it, I went full-on sobbing. After ten minutes I was back, and inside the walk-in wardrobe, I found the most expensive designer clothes everywhere.

"A grubby schmuck waltzing into Regal International? Security! What's this place coming to, letting in street scum? It's revolting!" His cronies piled on. "Hey, don't soil the rugs." "Mark, remember? This guy is all principled, claiming money means nothing. Now that his gimpy girlfriend is history, he is here trolling for a rich benefactress?" Their malicious cackles reverberated through the lobby. Enduring their fabricated slander, I fixed Mark with a steely glare and ground my teeth. "Back off!" Mark's expression soured. "Say that again!" He lunged forward, shoving me with brutal strength.