Can't Fake The Feeling Novels & Stories

“I can feel it, and I know you can too.” “What we are feeling right now, isn’t real.” It was hard for her to say it. But she was convinced it was true. “I think I know you. You think you know me but it is all just doctored by the app. Nothing we do…Nothing we confess is organic. It feels plastic. I know you sense it too.”

“Just… if we do this, we can’t keep calling it fake tomorrow.” He blinked down at me, brain clearly still offline. “Huh?” “You heard me.” My voice came out shaky. “If we fuck right now, we can't get to wake up and act like this is still just the stupid pretend thing we’ve been doing for everyone else.” He stared. I stared back. The room went dead quiet except for our breathing. Then he blurted, “Then let’s stop calling it fake.” I snorted. “Just like that?”

heart was currently screaming for both. I pulled back, gasping for air, my hands trembling as I pressed them against his chest. "Jax... stop." He let go immediately, his hands raised in a mock gesture of surrender, though a smug, dark smile played on his lips. "See? The memory is still there, Lila. You can't fake that kind of chemistry." "I have to go," I blurted out, grabbing my sketchbook. My brain was a mess of "stupid decisions" and conflicting loyalty.

"We can't trust our skin." "Can we trust each other?" He looks at me. "I don't know. Are you real?" "I think so," I say. I pinch my arm. It hurts. "I feel real." "Pain feels fake," he mutters. "Pleasure feels fake." He grabs my hand. He places it on his chest, over his heart. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. "Can you feel that?" "Yes." "Does it feel like a drum? Or a speaker?"

“Not like that. I just mean—I’m easy to love. Stick around me long enough and your heart’s bound to soften.” I scoffed. Ridiculous. And yet, damn it, the way he baited me worked. “Well, newsflash—I’m not falling for you. Not now, not ever.” “Exactly,” he said with a satisfied nod. “Which is why this works. No emotions getting in the way.” I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. “No, Liam. I’m not getting paid to fake-date you so you look good for the cameras. That helps you, not me.”

AVA I swallow a gulp down my throat. There’s something about his eyes — something that makes my knees feel weak, and it gets under my skin. This is the worst possible time to feel like this. I feel stupid. I tear my gaze away and glue my eyes to the front, pretending to focus on whatever the professor’s droning about. I can’t hear a single word, but I keep my head forward anyway. Fake it till you make it. I try to ignore him. I try to ignore the warmth of his hand still resting on my thigh like it's meant to be there. But what’s worse is how my body betrays me, every nerve awake and every inch of me aching under his touch.

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

It’s all fake love~ - (BTS) Fake Love ----- ------- ------- ------- ------ -------- Stefanos: If it wasn’t the light bursting on my face from large the large window I would still find myself lying on a sweat and liquid covered bed for hours now. My limbs and hands felt like they haven’t been stretched in years and there was a profound ache coming from my lower side and my back. I wished at that moment I had some telekinetic powers so I could just bring those thick velvet curtains down because with all the mess that was my body I also hated the feeling of sunlight just poring on my face when I just woke up from the deadliest of times.

It’s hard. I’m so empty inside. It’s the kind of hole nothing can fill, not even Deimos. What kills me is that Edric is trying his best to make it better, but he can’t. And I know he’s angry. I know he’s going through a difficult time too. He must hate me. I’d hate me if I were him. ~ Fake it, ~ my wolf says. ~Fake it ‘till you make it. ~ * I can’t even do that. *

They could communicate with just their facial expressions and eye movements. Connor nodded, a habit he couldn't break, especially when talking to Korbin. Korbin had a way of pulling him out of his funk, and his laughter was like medicine for Connor's soul. "Yeah! I can't wait to see it. It sounds like it's going to be a pretty good movie," Connor exclaimed. Korbin's laughter filled Connor's ears, contagious and uplifting. It was one of the few things that could cheer him up when he was feeling down. "You were nodding your head again, weren't you?" Korbin chuckled.