Can't Fake The Feeling Novels & Stories

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.

She didn't spoke anything just nodded her head a little while moving her gaze down slowly. For the first time in my life, I genuinely felt hurt while looking at her tears. I always faked whenever she cried that I felt bad for her. I had to do that so as to win her trust back but every time my whole plan gets destroyed. I find it really disgusting as I can't fake it too much, it really cringes me to act all lovey-dovey with her as my personality is completely the opposite.

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

I was wrong, I don't know myself. All the facts, I admit it. Is it possible? Could this be the end for us. Game feeling really makes you crazy. This is not die conscience. This is my passion. Ket's see together. We are trapped. I cry. ******

“I’ve been with my girlfriend for five years. I worked four jobs to help pay off her debts, but her family’s debt just keeps growing. Today we were supposed to go home together for New Year’s, but she said something happened at the barbecue place and left again. “Sigh… I guess I’ve failed as a boyfriend. I don’t even know when her debts will be paid off. Living on plain buns and pickles every day is just too hard…” As the train started moving, I posted it. I put all the money I had grabbed from Matt’s livestream into boosting it. Wren, those who lie have to swallow a thousand needles. Starting today, you can take your time swallowing them. I won’t be staying to watch.

Kayla looked at me differently than usual after that. 'Ah! Kayla's actually starting to feel bad for him? Benjamin, you're disgusting! Kayla, don't fall for it. He's definitely faking it. I asked around. He didn't even stand under the sun for ten minutes before he left. There's no way he's actually injured.' I really wanted to plug my ears and shut out Yuvan's nonstop whining. Before I could explain, Kayla handed me another card. I glanced at it. Good. Not a hotel key.

Whatever he has to say, he's working himself up over it. Is it something bad? Okay, Hannah. Don't get mad and storm off. Let him finish, so we can completely be done with each other. He looks me dead in the eyes. “We need to enter into a fake engagement.”

I come across a man who looks at me strangely and I sigh, wiping the imaginary sweat from my forehead. —I would give her a break if I were you, I left her speechless—I pat her shoulder and leave without anyone even imagining that I was there. The cold from the street returns to my system but I hardly feel it. I'm jumping and flipping my backpack through the air to the beat of the melody I hum. Michael Jackson with Smooth Criminal plays in my head and I slide across the pavement recreating one of his dancing steps. — Annie, are you okay? So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie? — I sing the chorus with an imaginary microphone that I pretend to be in my hand.

real. At that moment, everything was real. Nothing was fake. I was completely oblivious to what she was thinking. I was completely and utterly fucking blind to the reality of what was happening every single day we were together. I was blind. Right now, I wish I remained that way. Anna tries to text and call me every single day. I do not attempt to reach out to her. I don't want to, and why would I? So she can reel me back in and attempt to fuck me over again? She's good at manipulation. She's fucking good at it. She can make you believe one thing, but the reality of it all is completely different. Anna lied to me for months. She allowed me to fall in love with her, and she did the same. Well

I could tolerate that his love was a pretense because the assistance he rendered was absolutely authentic, and my gratitude for him was boundless. I suddenly felt a crushing, sharp ache in my chest that tore me from my painful memories. I clutched at my chest, fully aware that the system was draining away my life force. I then murmured to myself, with an uncanny calmness, "I suppose with the antagonist dying now, everyone in this world will be happy about that." Henry could finally stop living in dread, constantly afraid that I would become vengeful and hurt the woman he cherished. He would no longer be required to sacrifice his whole life, maintaining a false, deceitful marriage with a woma