Amor Falso Novels & Stories

"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!"

He's afraid of being wrong in choosing this decision. ****

His face scrunched up in confusion so she expatiated. "On that altar, he pretended to be my best friend, King Johannson. On that altar, I thought it was my best friend, King Johannson, I was getting married to. On that altar, the Priest asked if I wanted to take King Johannson to be my lawfully wedded husband. On that altar, I said yes to King Johannson. On that altar, King Johannson in form of Merlione said yes to me. On that altar, the Priest pronounced King Johannson and I married, and on that altar, I kissed King Johannson, not Merlione Fritzgerald. So you see Father, before God and man, I am wedded to King Johannson, not Merlione Fritzgerald." Fr. Peter stared at her with admiration and

I fucking fell for one. A beautiful diosa. Mi Amor, I fucking love you and that is why this is the right decision.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

I turned to the fake Martins. “What is your name? How much did he promise to pay you to impersonate him?” I questioned him. “What do you mean by that, Amanda? Are you going crazy? I am the real—” “Stop! Stop lying to me. I feel like I am going crazy right now! You… lied to me. You made me fall in love with you and now… you are not even real. The stories were lies huh?” I looked at him, feeling tears brim my eyes. I haven't cried for anyone for years now… I felt my heart breaking fully.

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

" Hello..... Why are you asking? ..... I am at a farmhouse with my friends. ....They know, I trust my friends and so do my parents. Why were you at my place?...... Yes, what is it? ....... What?? You are in love? Tell me something, I don't know. Amit, you are in love at least four times a year. " She said sarcastically and laughed. Oh so she is talking to Amit. Why doesn't he leave us alone? Is he going to propose to her. I will kill him if he does that... But what would I do if she accepts?? No she won't she just said that he is a playboy. He falls in love at least 4 times in an year??? How can she have a crush on such a man?

Well, yeah we’re in the same circle of friends but I don’t know why I also didn’t like her vibe at first. “Therese Amira Del Real.” I immediately heard her hysterical laugh echoing around the whole café that made me roll my eyes. She always had that habit of saying the full name of people when she’s excited. “So, you finally talked to the great, Rhandall Ardon Delmont of the ConCielo group of companies. What did he say to you?” she asked as she crossed her arms and laid it on top of the round table. “He is a fool of himself!” I said every word emphatically. “Did you know that?”