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 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.

To wake up knowing I was Harper Williams, an independent entity and not tied to a billionaire because I couldn’t afford to pay my mother’s bills or my personal bills. I felt like an impostor, which wasn’t a new feeling. The Impostor Syndrome- it always happened to me. And after last night’s disaster, it seemed to worsen. I looked at Xavier while he was working on his laptop. What did he think of me? Did he think I was attractive? Fake relationship aside, would I be the kind of person he’d want to be with? Maybe, because I was already a replacement for a woman he once loved. What an insufferable coincidence.

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.

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

Guilt twisted in my stomach like a snake, making me feel sick as Caleb's kind face flashed through my mind. Though Liam’s hand lightly remained on my shoulder, I was more concerned about my reaction towards him. The weight of his fingers felt different now, heavier somehow, like they were burning through my shirt. I shifted slightly, trying to put some distance between us without being obvious about it. "I'm so tired," I said, after a few seconds of silence, feigning a light yawn. The fake yawn turned into a real one halfway through, my body betraying how emotionally and physically drained I actually was. It was already getting dark at this point and I was sure our fake date lesson wasn't go