Novel & Cerita Can't Fake The Feeling

Students passing. Laughing. Talking. Normal. Everything looked normal. But something felt off. It wasn’t about him pulling me in. Or pushing me away. It was the space. The distance. The fact that he wouldn’t be there. And somehow— That bothered me more than it should have. I exhaled slowly. “This is ridiculous.” It was fake. It was all fake. So why did it feel like I was losing something?

“You’re freaks.” “You like us.” Unfortunately…that’s becoming impossible to deny. My chest tightens unexpectedly at the thought. Because somewhere along this very short line, this place stopped feeling temporary. Stopped feeling fake. And like is not the right word.

“That works for me. I don’t want to make your life harder, Ariana. I promise.” I studied him for a moment. He looked tired. Not the golden boy everyone saw on the ice, but someone carrying too much. For a second, I felt a strange flicker of comfort sitting here with him. Like I could actually talk without pretending. I pushed the feeling away. “One more thing. No feelings, at all. This is fake. Completely fake.” He gave a small nod, but his eyes lingered on mine a little longer than necessary. “Completely fake,” he repeated quietly.

Staring at Talon did nothing but remind me of the nightmare I wanted so badly to forget. Talon glanced at me. I could tell he could see right through the lie. “You’re not. And it’s okay.” “I feel like if I keep saying that I’m fine, it might actually be.” Then I added, “Fake it till you make it, yeah.” He shook his head. “That doesn’t work on me, and it isn’t healthy. It’s okay to feel.” “I called you here as a friend, not a therapist.” I reminded him and he shrugged.

My wife. Not really. But somehow, the word didn’t feel as fake as it used to

It’s so dark, but because of the light coming from the moon, I can see how beautiful this place is. “Mom, Dad, I’m okay. I will be okay. Maybe I should do my part, right? I’m just his fake wife, nothing more.” I looked up at the sky, trying to touch the stars, but I knew I couldn’t, just like how I wouldn’t be able to reach Marcus. I shouldn’t have felt this way. What we have is all just fake. Fake marriage, fake treatment. I should stop this. I don’t want to reach the moment I will be on my knees, begging him to love me.

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

And I was just… there. This is why I never cum. This is why I feel dead after. No sparks. No ache. No trembling need. My body lay like a stranger beneath him, disconnected and numb. Like it was waiting for the man who actually knew how to make it scream. “Haaa, yes baby~~~~” i moaned. I faked it a moan here, a gasp there. It was a terrible performance. My eyes stayed open the entire time. Eventually, I turned my face away so Dave wouldn’t see the tears sliding down my cheeks. I can’t live like this. Not forever.

They felt so real. InternetRealityCheck: [I feel bad for the person above. Don't be naive. They're both acting. Look at Isolde's stream next door. She's practically rolling around with the fitness coach, and her heart rate is over 160 too. This fake couple doesn't have a single sincere moment.] ChampagneTonight: [Fake is fake. The moment they put on heart rate monitors and face a real test, their true colors show. You ship Isolde and Bruce? What a joke.]

I don't waste words on him. He huffs and lifts me up from the floor. He presses me tight under his chin as his arms constrict around me. His heart races at my proximity. Subconsciously he strokes my arm with his finger as we go wherever. I'm still wrapped in the blanket and have yet to look out. I force my heart to slow, focusing on my disgust instead. I won't allow soft touches to sway me. His head nuzzles the top of mine, and I tuck my head as far down as I can. I hear his lips against the blanket. I swallow a whimper and steady my breathing. I will not cry. I will show no reaction to him. I will fake it until I really feel nothing for him. Still my lip wobbles and I nesrly bite the blood