Can't Fake The Feeling Novels & Stories

“Consistency. No slips. No contradictions. If you say Paris was our first trip together, then Paris it is. If I wear a certain colour and the blogs decide it’s your favourite, then it becomes your favourite. We don’t feed them confusion.” Dante tilted his head, studying me the way a scientist studies an experiment. “And what about feelings?” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Rule Three: There are none. In public, you’re mine. In private, you’re untouchable. Clear?” His eyes flickered, just for a second, something unreadable in them. Then the mask slid back into place. “Crystal.”

He said with a wink and smile but I felt something that was hidden beneath the surface called humor. Was he in love with someone? I went near him as I wanted to talk to him. " Ok, but then you must try harder. You must be serious about someone first." " I tried once but it didn't work... Let it be. " He said with a fake smile. " Why do I have a feeling that there is someone somewhere you really like?" " It doesn't matter... " " I think it does..." " Let it be Maurvi... Don't try to get things out of me. Are you a mind reader? "

I got out of bed and splashed some cold water on my face, hoping it would snap me out of it. But as I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I couldn't just brush this off as a silly dream. There was something there, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. "You can't develop feelings, Rosa, He is your boss, and he doesn't like you, he is just flirting with you because he thinks you can't get over him, and you can't catch feeling while in a fake relationship that would be crossing a line," I said slapping myself in an attempt to wake myself up

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

"All right, Mr. Heathrow. Now let's discuss strategy. Believability is the first rule of fake relationships. The general public must purchase it. Therefore, even if the story is completely made up, it must have an authentic feel. With a hint of humor returning to his voice, he said, "And you've already nixed the storm stranded strangers in a tiny motel room' version?""Unfortunately, yes,"she sighed. "Too ridiculous for a professional sportsman. It shouts "one-night stand,"not "soulmates."We require something relatable and uncliched that evokes a sense of destiny.

‘You clean up nicely,’ he murmured. I chuckled. ‘Do you say that to all your fake fiancées?’ He leaned closer, his hand settling lightly on my waist. I could feel his warm breath against my neck as his thumb brushed the fabric of my dress. ‘No,’ he said quietly, ‘just the ones that are going to cause me serious problems.’ For a moment none of us spoke; we just stared blankly at the two reflections. ‘Ready?’ He asked. My stomach tightened as I shook my head. ‘Not even a little,’

Things like I wish this was actually real, that he wasn’t known to be so closed off and that we weren’t just pretending. Well at least that he wasn’t pretending, I often wonder if I’ve reached the point where I no longer have to fake it. I think I’ve caught feelings for Marcus Kane. Terrifying, massive, powerful feelings. The kind that have overtaken my every thought, every feeling, my entire being. I’m afraid I’ve done the one thing I told him I couldn’t do, allow myself to blur the line. I need to reign myself in some, to have a reality check. Tonight won’t be the night, however, because I need to play the lovesick wife to Marcus to make it believable. It won’t be that hard, considering it

Ziyan said jokingly. "Hahaha, what do I want? So narsistic!" said Ilona. "We broke up tonight, but we'll get back together tomorrow, okay?" Ziyan said again in a joking tone. "No, let's just break up. I'll tell my mom later that I'm done with you! I'm bored!" said Ilona jokingly. "Oh, Man! So cruel! Yes, I know we're on a fake date, but why is my heartache real? Like being thrown away like that!” complained Ziyan, patting his chest.