Can't Fake The Feeling Novels & Stories

"It's all fake, the nightmare. Look around you, look at me on the screen. " "Oh." Ashley's mind was a little unclear. "There is no light on my side. I don't bother to go down and drive." Jacob smiled and replied, "Mm-hmm." "It's all fake," even Ashley thought she was going to fall asleep. "I'm the real one, and everything else is fake." Jacob's voice was low and affectionate. "I know." The two were talking without a match, and Ashley unwittingly lay down on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

And no amount of playful teasing or literary verbal sparring could excuse the undeniable portent of those stirrings beginning to echo primal battle hymns and lusty war drums through every thundering pore and firing synapse. A precursor ionization peeling free of long banked layers now, as if sensing external catalytic forces lacing closer with each forbidden slipstream. One fraught question alone remained - how much willpower could I have to ask him to be my fake boyfriend?

If only he had seen the desperation behind her calm facade… He snatched his phone, his fingers flying as he sent a frantic barrage of messages. [Where are you?] [Come back. Can we please talk?] [I can explain, Grace. The ceremony was fake. You're my only mate!] [Please, don't ignore me…] The messages vanished one after another, like stones tossed into a deep ocean, met with total silence. The only sound was the soft swoosh of his own outgoing texts, echoing in the empty house. He’d never imagined she would actually leave.

I leaned in slightly. Jaxon let out a sharp breath. “It stopped being fake for me a long time ago.” Silence followed. Hazel’s voice came again, softer. “You weren’t supposed to feel anything.” “It’s too late,” he said quietly. His voice held no strategy or careful acting. There was no sign that he was pretending or trying to control the moment. It was just honest and real. “I tried to keep everything simple,” he continued, sounding tired but sincere. “I really tried to make it easy for both of us. But no matter what I did, I couldn’t. Things were never that simple.”

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 Beckham Sinclair. 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

“Well, he’ll do it either way, so what do you have to lose? Perhaps he might surprise you by telling you he feels the same way.” Florence highly doubted it, even though she desperately wished it was true. There was no way Scott faked his feelings the entire time they were together on their honeymoon. There was no way he was that attentive, kind, and passionate toward each woman he slept with or took on a vacation. Florence wanted so hard to believe she was different to him. That he had never felt that way with anyone else. That he treated her differently. If not, how could she explain to herself how he made her feel? Should she believe that he was able to trick her into believing he cared fo

Daniel Neon lights glow overhead, and loud music blasts into my ears. What a time to be alive...not. I slide around two pieces of ice in my empty glass of whisky. Stephan is dancing with a bunch of half-naked guys on the stage. The worst part is that I'm not even jealous. I'm disappointed. He hasn't paid me any attention this entire night, and it feels like we are friends going together to a party rather than a couple. Where is the romance?

Her figure was so provoking and alluring, and I wanted to devour it. I know she wouldn’t want that, after all, we were faking the marriage. But I had a perfect plan, we will fake it till we make it real. I smelled her, hug her, and listened to her heart racing, I whisper in her ear, reassuring her that it was all fake. Her mood was contagious, I find myself doing what I wouldn’t have done, what I was banished from doing. I found myself cooking again, not with another person but with the one my heart beat for, the one I have finally understood what I feel for, my super healer. Every word she says, every laughter, every smile engrave in my heart.

Like I could literally feel it and I’ll be deceiving myself if I said that was exactly what I wanted right now. Hate? Yes I still hate him and I also still wanted to find out why I could feel his sincerity through those words he uttered to me. You can pretend and fake sincerity but you can never fake it so badly that the other person listening doesn’t feel it to know if you are lying or not. “Oh my, thank goodness you are fine.” Her voice brought me completely out of it as I stared into complete emptiness. I must have stayed still for so long, thinking and drowning myself that I didn’t realise how long I took thinking about this whole issue.

Of saying things she couldn’t say with words. I took a bite of pizza, and it hit me. I don’t want this to end. This fake marriage, this setup—it’s starting to feel… real. And that scared the hell out of me.