Books With Fake Relationships Novels & Stories

How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama? “Oh, it’s okay if you can’t tell me.” She smiles, and before I can respond, she continues. “Ryder and I started with a fake relationship too. It was more like a bet, actually. I hated him to my bones, but I guess I was only lying to myself.” My head snaps toward her. A fake relationship? Just like me and Kade. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I follow her inside, my thoughts stumbling over themselves. I swallow the question burning at the back of my throat and keep quiet, letting her continue.

Yet, somehow, he dragged me into his mess without even giving me time to think. "I don't know," I muttered, rubbing my forehead. "Maybe he just wanted to escape his Grandmother and Ruka." Mia raised an eyebrow. "And you agreed?" "I didn't have much of a choice." "You always have a choice." I groaned and leaned back against the couch. "Mia, how am I supposed to walk around pretending to be that man's girlfriend? What if someone asks us how we met? What if his family asks about our relationship? What if they expect us to hold hands or..."

she explained and I nodded my head in relief. The lady didn't say anything else, she adjusted back into her seat and I took my eyes out of the window. “I am going to act like Julianne Crawford, I am going to loot from the Crawford. They have so much and wouldn't notice if anything goes missing. I am now a multi-billionaire’s daughter-in-law and I'm going to act as one. I am no longer Quiva Jones a pickpocket, but Julianne Crawford.” Chuckling at my thought, I rested my head on the backrest and closed my eyes, inhaling the cool breeze.

“Then fake date.” “What?” I pause for her to laugh, then snort at her ridiculous idea when I realize she’s serious. “This isn't one of your cliche rom-com novels, Bibah.” She smacks my arm, hard this time. “Shut up.” Her eyes glint with determination as she carries on, explaining. “You only have to fake it until graduation, which is in like… weeks from now. It’ll at least solve half of your problems. Let the school think you’re happy and in love so your reputation doesn’t take another hit, work with him so both of you don’t flunk Mate 101, and then mutually dump each other like the dumb-asses that you are after graduation.”

Smiled like he’d already won. “Deal.” Fourteen days later, I was losing my mind. Two. Days. Left. And nothing. Every woman I met? Not it. Either fake, shallow, or didn’t even get past a full sentence without annoying me. “You could just hire someone,” Ben had said on our way out of the building one last night. A fake girlfriend. The idea was stupid. Risky. And fake. Just like the women I was supposed to be avoiding. “No way,” I told him.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

She reads with a laugh. I frown. “Don’t listen to shit they say.” “Oh, but it is fun.” She says. I grab my seat beside her and push the plates closer to us. “Oh, would you look at that. She says this is definitely a pr stunt, a fake relationship, nothing they haven’t seen before.” She reads. She looks at me with a smile. “They know you are my fake boyfriend.” She says. “Am I?” I ask. She looks at me and something flickers in her eyes for a brief second but it is gone as fast as it came. She looks away from me and pulls her plate closer.

Ours began with a lie. A fake relationship. A desperate deal between two people trying to save their futures. But somewhere between stolen glances, quiet conversations, impossible choices, and countless battles... The lie became the most honest thing we'd ever known. Love wasn't something we planned. It was something we chose. Every single day. And if you asked me whether I'd sign that fake dating agreement again... I'd say yes. Every time. *The End.*

Susan blushed, and Alexei tilted his head, curious. “Weird books? Now I’m interested.” “They’re just fiction. Suspense, mystery… Sometimes romance.” She shrugged modestly. “Romance?” He raised an eyebrow. “The sugary kind or the ones that keep you up all night reading?” She bit her lip, thoughtful. “The ones that make you think. I like imperfect characters. Relationships that are built over time. Real feelings, you know?” Alexei’s smile remained, but his eyes grew more attentive. “You don’t believe much in instant passions?”

“I wanted a fake relationship, not a fake marriage.” “Aren't they the same thing?” “No!” Infuriated, I hit him on his arm, but he barely flinched. Show off. “What do you want?!” “I want us to have a fake marriage. It's still a fake relationship; we won't get married.” “And what if someone suspects?” “The same excuse. Just for a few months, and then we are done. Besides, I already need all those fans off my back. If they find out that I am with someone already, they'll back off.”