Novel & Cerita A Not So Fake Love Story

“A job?” “Yeah. It’s temporary. But… We need someone who can pull it off. It’s for the company. You pretend to date someone. Just a show. In and out.” Liam stared. “Fake dating? Are you joking?” Kant crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse for money.” Liam’s eyes flared with disbelief. “That was years ago; I’m not that person anymore.” Kant shrugged. “Fine, then I'll find another person; just say no.”

And it was glorious. “Oh, F.uck. You feel incredible”. I wanted him to kiss me, but he just stood there, looking at me with so much tenderness that it melted me. And then he was moving, our bodies connected in sync. But it was more. We were saying with our bodies what we wouldn’t say out loud. When my climax hit me, my eyes filled with tears. I can’t deny it anymore. I fell deeply and truly in love with my fake husband. Matt came soon after that and I felt him pulsing inside me for a long time. We held each other for a while, breathing hard, unable to break the connection.

It was this guy beside me who had the idea of telling them. I pressed my lips together. We are going to my fake pad where I live. And my fake work as a freelance graphic designer who has already had commission work with the biggest companies nationally and internationally. And my fake history life, where at the age of six, I lost my parents due to an accident, and my grandmother took care of me until I graduated, and last year, my grandmother died of old age. I have no family. What a sad fake life for Vara Samonte, and an idiot who'll fall in love with this guy. That's his idea again. I hissed.

There’s no doubt every woman he met is falling for him. “Are you okay? You look pale.” Frenzo commented when he noticed that Shane is barely focusing on their conversation. He was talking about something, but it seems like Shane’s mind is focused on something else. “I’m okay, just too much stress at work,” she flashed a pale smile. She felt something brushing on her legs under the table. She raised a brow in Frenzo. “Trying to tease me?” she playfully asked. Frenzo’s feet wander in her legs, “Why? Am I tempting you?” he asked back,

maybe not just friends more than friends but less than a couple! I knew one thing from a very young age I wanted a love story of my own like my parents. My parents' story was quite fascinating for me. My father fall in love with my mother in Delhi when he was going to the "Supreme Court" for some work. Back then my mother was a school teacher at a school in Delhi. They met in a restaurant in Delhi, the place was crowded at that time my mother was waiting for Malhotra uncle and my father was waiting for his colleague. Apparently, only one table was available at that time and there was raining outside so, they had to share a table and Baba started the conversation with Ma, Ma was nervous at fi

"Ishh, I want to tell you. Listen!" "What story? About your ex again? Haven't moved on from him yet?" Evi had guessed first. Lately, Dita had been talking about her ex, whom she had dumped for cheating on her while she was still dating him. Dita was the one who decided, she was also the one who was gamon. "No, I've moved on," Dita lied. In fact, she still loves and hopes that her ex will return to her. "Good. So, what's the story?" Evi asked, adjusting her sitting position comfortably.

“I'm not going to take evidence that I usurped one of the most illegal and forbidden places in Germany. I froze in front of the camera. —Did you bring me—the words came out with offense—to a forbidden place? Are you kidding, stupid? He poked his head between the walls with a mischievous smile. "Don't you think my idea for a first date is original?" -Appointment? That was not how Romeo and Juliet came out, what book did you read? He leaned into my face. "You're wrong, love, we're in the Bonnie and Clyde stage," he kissed me just before capturing a photograph. Then he disappeared taking the phone from me and after sighing I followed him. I watched as she looked at her phone for a second before

"This isn't rented. My husband bought me both the dress and the ring." Easton burst out laughing. "You're unbelievable, Wanda. You should write fiction. I'd actually marry you if that were true!" His friends joined in, raising their voices on purpose. "Yeah, didn't you say today was your wedding day?" "So where's the groom? There are dozens of tables waiting. Don't mess around now!" Tony, whom I'd just slapped, shouted even louder, his face red with anger. "Yeah, call the groom out! Everyone's dying to witness this so-called love story!"

“Because your assistant said I was photogenic?” “Partly.” That fleeting half-smile again. “Mostly because you don’t flinch.” She blinked. “That’s your requirement for a fake wife? No flinching?” “That—” his gaze flicked to the ruined watch “—and you’re not the type to fall in love easily.” Her heart stuttered, but she held his stare. “Good. I’m not interested in fairy tales.” “Fairy tales don’t usually start with breaking things,” he said.

“Actually, the contract marriage has been null and void for a few months now. Our love indeed started as a way out for both of us. I was looking for new opportunities and he wanted to save his face. It was convenient for both of us until we started to go through things together. I found out a lot about him and he did as well. We innocently started out as friends and the tension arose and the rest is history. We might have been fake in the beginning but we are real now.” “Many would say this is just another lie of yours. What would you say to such people?” The interviewer asked. “It is alright for them to disbelieve us,” I answered. “Many already believes we are too good to be true. I do not