Wedgie Stories Fake Novels & Stories

"Forty-eight hours before our logistics contracts force a default." Before the tension in the room could ease, my personal tablet chimed with a high-priority encrypted alert. "Lydia, look at this," Zane grunted, pulling up a private communications feed onto the central wall display. Damian was already countering our play—not on the market floor, but in the court of public opinion. Transcripts of private emergency calls were popping up across elite institutional investor networks. Damian was personally contacting L.V. Global's primary equity holders, spreading meticulously crafted, false rumors that our company was facing imminent insolvency due to maritime default.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

He checked it, and his expression tightened. “Richard,” he said, “one of the lenders has filed. The press will have this by tonight.” By evening, everyone knew. The financial sites reported the gambling debt first. The gossip pages followed, hungrier and crueler. The headlines used words like scandal, collapse, heiress, fraud. By midnight, Madison’s name had surfaced too. Emails came out. Messages. Payment records. Complaints filed against me under fake names. Madison had helped Adrian put me in the worst shifts and poison my employment record, and her father’s company had received a Whitmore contract in return.

You expect the ugly comments, and you get plenty of those, but it’s the small things that catch you off guard. Within forty-eight hours, the memes had spread like wildfire. My face was cropped and pasted next to Eloise’s wedding portraits, captioned with disgusting jokes about "the country girl who didn't know her place." Someone had even compiled a fake pregnancy timeline, tracing back the dates to "prove" that my baby couldn't belong to anyone but Weston Thayer. A woman at the farmers market who used to buy peonies from me every Saturday, suddenly finding somewhere else to shop.

At least Roger gave me some time to reflect. “Okay, undestood. I have only one question though. What is the company's policy on lying on your resume to get hired? This is considered falsifying documents, right?” I fixed my gaze on Blair and plastered a very fake toothy smile. “This has nothing to do with the topic here.” Blair paled. “I know. I am just curious. I recently discovered that one co-worker doesn’t have the degree she attested to have. She has not even finished high school.” I looked away and put my finger over my mouth, as if I were deeply lost in thought.

Aiden’s pov “You’ve just been promoted, Aiden Sullivan!” The senior chief in command of our section and our boss announced loudly and I was on my feet in an instant, grinning brightly and bouncing on my feet for joy while everyone clapped around me. “Oh my god, thank you sir!” I cried out, hands clasped before me as I got consumed by a feeling of sheer disbelief. It’s barely been three years since I began to work in this company– Vikings, an agency for spies and secret agencies. On the outside, this company dealt with technology, but on the inside, it was a lot more.

Lucas thought his life was perfect. He had almost everything. Everything was complete, and he couldn't complain about his life. But that changed when his grandfather passed away. For the first time, he faced a problem that might ruin his life entirely. Willy, Lucas's friend, asked if he agreed with his idea. Lucas was at Willy's apartment, sitting on the balcony, enjoying the breathtaking view of the night. "What else can she do besides agreeing? She no longer needs to work as a prostitute, and I will give her a lot of money. She only needs to be my wife for a few months, and everything will be over." Lucas was desperate, thinking that there was only a dead-end for his problem. For the first

What plan is he talking about? Raquel came so I had a conversation. While they continue to talk about their lives. It turns out that Zedrick is not a story, because when he is asked, he immediately changes the subject. What is he going to tell us, we don't have good memories of it. I experienced pure sadness, maybe if I wasn't here he would have told how many women he slept with. But no... because he was very careful when speaking because he didn't want to let his friends know that we were really broken.

“I don’t know know…Wrick. I have no idea who he is. I saw him for the first time in the market place.” “Are you sure, Sia? If you tell me everything, I promise that I will help you.” “How can I tell you anything when I don’t know myself.” Sia lied smoothly. “Sia, I am asking one last time. After this, the council will look into this matter, and I wouldn’t be able to help you even if I want.” When Sia still stayed quiet, Mia spoke up, “Sia, please tell everything truthfully to Wrick. You have got back your memories right. That green-eyed man from your dream, he is real, isn’t he?”

If that happened, I would have definitely gotten fired. My coworker looked at me once again as I ran into my office. I sat on my chair, whipped my laptop out, and immediately started writing nothing but lies. ‘Breaking news: the wedding between Angela Dalton and Ryan Blaqk was just a misperception.' ‘Ryan Blaqk and the goddaughter of the Dalton family are happily married’ ‘The groom and bride are really in love.’ I wrote it down with speed, in the hopes that not only would it get millions of views, but Ryan would also be satisfied with me and help me get my parents' company back.