Novel & Cerita Books With Fake Relationships

This was it- the contract, the one she needed to save her son’s life. Unconsciously, she couldn’t help but giggle as she read the rules of their fake relationship, as well as the detail he added about how they build the said relationship. It was almost ridiculous, how perfectly every detail was written. She knew, without a doubt, that this was the beginning of something truly unpredictable.

Few inches to collide with her bouncy back and arms. "Princess, I have seen many of a lady to slide their drinks to their boyfriends and making excuses to go to washroom just to talk to Jane. He is a good and a bad man." Julien's eyes shot around the room. Fucking organised. Books were scattered on her table. Laptop half open. The beds were wearing boring colour of sheets. The second nickname he gave her was when his anger mixed with satisfaction like a mud and water. Monica's hands flew opened the box she piled up with books. Her books. She had her job lying on them. "You read too much books" Julien hands gripped one of my books. Which she bought by working at a cafe for five months.

he leaned in to whisper before walking out of the shop. Mom sighed and looked at me. I instantly knew what she would say. “Has he apologized?” I nodded, not elaborating further. “Then patch up with him, Dani. Don’t let go of the one who loves you.” I rolled my eyes at Mom’s naivety. “Drake doesn’t love me, Mom. He only wants a fake relationship with me.” She gaped at me for a minute in disbelief. “What do you mean by a fake relationship?” I groaned. How would I explain it to her? “It’s a relationship where the partners don’t love one another. It’s a relationship of convenience which doesn’t involve love, commitment, and marriage.”

The deal was dead. The fake was over. We were real – publicly, privately, no asterisk, no arrangement, no fine print. Just two people who'd chosen each other through scholarship threats and family fractures and a word on a whiteboard and every other thing the world had thrown at us. I should have been relieved. And I was – for about five minutes. Then the real relationship started and I discovered something nobody warns you about: the fake version was easier. The fake version had rules. The real version had Rhys.

Never could I have imagined that the poor girlfriend who had muttered that morning about going to wash dishes at a barbecue restaurant was actually the only daughter of the Smiths, a well-known family in the capital’s real estate circle. As I stood there in a daze, the door on the other side opened. Matt smiled and reached out his hand to her. “Taking me shopping like this, aren’t you afraid your boyfriend will see?” Wren rose on her toes and bit his lips in public. I stood behind a tree not far away, watching my girlfriend share a passionate, lingering kiss with another man. It took a long while before she pulled away, only to peck him again twice. “What’s there to be afraid of? He has work

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.

“Jessica, do you even hear how ridiculous this sounds?” She ignored him, flipping open her folder and pacing the room like a professor giving a lecture. “You see, when people fake a relationship,there’s always this tension before the first kiss. They freeze up.They second-guess. ‘Where do I put my hands? Which side should I tilt my head? Do I close my eyes?’” She mimed the motions as she spoke, gesturing loosely, her voice annoyingly calm.Lena sank back in her chair, crossing her legs and folding her arms.She just wanted desperately to crawl into a hole and die.

He smirked, still clutching the knob tightly while my mother continued to knock softly. “We just admitted our hate for each other,” he began, his teeth digging into his lip before continuing. “We’re rivals, Summer. And I’m a jerk, I’m not going to deny that fact. I suck when it comes to committed relationships, and I’ve never had one to begin with. I hit and move to the next girl— also very good with sweet little white lies that make women fall on their knees within seconds. So…” I stared at nothing but his lips, ignoring for a moment— the warnings he was trying to give me.

Screenshots of old photos of us resurfaced, fans combing through captions, dissecting every detail of our relationship. Some people even came out with ‘evidence’ of our PR relationship. My relationship with Carson started out as a PR relationship. But we fell in love, like all the romance books I’ve read. I thought I was living a fairytale. I was in bliss until I wasn’t. When I was cancelled by the world. Carson stayed. He was there for me when I lost a lot of my so-called friends.

she said innocently. Dragging in a deep breath, I ran a hand down my face. “After… everything with Reis… Ocean started pestering me about some fake relationship thing.” Her eyes lit up like fireworks as she leaned forward. “FAKE DATING?” she squealed. “Lower your voice.” I winced. She ignored me completely, already bouncing with excitement. “This is amazing, this is literally the best trope ever.” “It’s not a trope,” I muttered. “It’s my life.”