Wedgie Stories Fake Novels & Stories

As each day ticked on by so did a little piece of hope that I would be seeing him again. I really thought we had something. Jen watches me for a moment. “I can’t believe he didn’t call you.” “I can,” I mutter sadly. “I knew he was too good to be true.” I fake a smile. “You know the old saying—what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” I shrug. “And besides, he lives in Texas.” “Do you think he really lived in Texas, or was that another lie?” I raise my eyebrows at the depressing thought. “God, probably another lie. He’s not a fucking mechanic. I know that for certain. Who knows what else he lied about?”

Out of desperation, he blurted out, "Wait, that's not it… They're the ones who paid me off! They bribed me to deceive Mrs. Chase!" The words hit like a bomb. Max's face froze for a split second, but he quickly composed himself. He shot a glance my way before loudly retorting, "You're talking nonsense! It's obvious you're just trying to shift the blame onto me. Tell me, what reason would I have to fake my death and trick my own wife?" Seeing Max deny everything without hesitation, Dr. Langsley grew even more desperate. "You gave me a down payment of 50,000 dollars, with the promise of 10,000 dollars more once everything was done! I still have the transaction record—don't try to frame me!"

"Well, the thing is Zoey… my asshole father is blackmailing me into marriage. I won't have access to the family companies if I refuse. Thought he would change his mind eventually but he didn't. That night at Club Ace's, my intentions were pure. I only wanted to help you plus I somehow thought you looked familiar, so I came to talk to you. You know the rest, now here we are. I just forgot to…" "You forgot to what?" "To make you a deal," he starts to explain, cupping his hands out in front of him. My eyes follow his hand movements. "You would be my fake fiancée, and I will provide you with things indispensable for living within the time span I was given— a year. At the end of the time you'll g

I asked, wanting to know the story behind this. “When I accused her and she said she didn't know anything about it, I knew she was telling the truth. That's what made me good at going undercover; I could read people’s micro expressions and tell when they lied.” she started, “I started digging and I could find nothing about her past; at some point it just merged into one, which made her look like the real Lily Gambino.” I sighed and asked, “So, when did you find out she wasn't?” “I found a weak link in this guy named Chris that Lily, the fake wife, used to work with.” She replied, “She was a con artist before she came into your life, and a good one too.”

Spit hits my face from Deena's shouting, and I gnash, "Deena, go home to your family. The show is over. There's nothing left here." Now facing her parents, I say, "I lied. Our island struggled financially, so I faked being supernatural when Deena said her father would pay to see a werewolf. Everything you heard was Knight folklore. I'll do whatever is necessary to have this wedding money in your account by Monday." Mr. Pope jeers, "Boy if you and your kookie family think it's that easy, you're gravely mistaken. This island will be a rotting wasteland when my lawyers are done with you!"

"Is it true?" Trent’s jaw clenched. "No. But someone wants people to think it is. They’re trying to undermine me; make it look like I can’t handle the company." “You need to come with me right away to the office; we need to fish out the perpetrator of these fake news! The person needs to be brought to justice,” he said, my heart now filled with numerous pains, Reed Villa was in trouble; Yvonne said my father, Mr. George wasn’t my real father and now fake news was circulating about Knight Industries, I felt like the whole world was falling apart as I walked out of the building behind Trent towards the parking lot.

" said Heitor angrily. - There has to be another way, I don't know, delete these videos or something. - What if you get engaged? - I said after my silence. "A fake wedding... just until you get the cup and clear your head, if everything works out and you get to the final. - Oliviah, no! - Miguel looked at me nervously - No way... - I know a story that worked..." I smiled. - "Anyway, you've got two months... and you can claim that that video was before you fell in love and met your fiancée. You can also claim that it was a weakness.

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

‘The New CEO of Houston Groups, Wade Carlisle’s Wife, Victoria Carlisle-Vallerand, Hospitalized from Domestic Violence — Loses Her Child. Her gaze snaps back to his. “Tell me, Wade… doesn’t that sound deliciously catastrophic?” For the first time, Wade’s smirk falters. His eyes darken, his body stiffening as he sets the glass down. The smirk fades. His eyes narrow, his posture stiffening. “You underestimate me,” he hisses. “I control the media. I shape the narrative. Stories like that can vanish overnight. Lies can be buried.” Adrianna gasps dramatically, clutching her chest like a fainting damsel, then bursts into mocking laughter. “Oh, Wade. Is that your strategy? To wave your hand and sho

Anonymous accounts on Twi-Talk flooded timelines with sharp-edged words: “She’s just a child pretending to be a doctor.” “Duke Cedric must have bought her certificates.” “No girl that young can be qualified. She’s a fraud.” Paid bloggers picked up the threads, weaving them into sensational headlines. “She hides behind the Duke.” “She’s only a pretty face.” “She’s not even licensed.” For a few days, the shadows grew louder than the truth.