Can't Fake The Feeling Novels & Stories

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.

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

Giddy over a man who’s not just sticking around—he’s diving headfirst into fatherhood, fake marriage, and real feelings. And the kicker? He actually makes me want it all. God help me—I think I might be falling for Dr. Hot.

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

"Don't you think it'll be better if you don't get distant right now? That way perhaps we will be able to find something. Maybe she will slip… make a mistake and say something useful." I cringed. "The problem is I can't fake anything. Emotions, friendships… I'm not good at pretending. If I don't like someone, it means I don't like him or her and I most probably would show it." He snickered. "Yeah, I know that."

Ugh, Am I the only one who knows what responsibility means? I turned around and squeezed out an awkward smile. “Don’t mind him guys, he was just being facetious, we are still getting married. Why don't you guys go ahead and enjoy the exquisite food today. Now if you’ll excuse me, I want to use the lady’s room.” I pretended to be nonchalant and rushed back into the room next door. Damn you Curtis, Now you’ll have to marry me no matter what! Even though I didn’t really like this guy but it’s severe damage to my self-esteem insulting me in public! You are not getting away with this!

And it was glorious. “Oh, F.uck. You feel incredible”. I wanted him to kiss me, but he just stood there, looking at me with so much tenderness that it melted me. And then he was moving, our bodies connected in sync. But it was more. We were saying with our bodies what we wouldn’t say out loud. When my climax hit me, my eyes filled with tears. I can’t deny it anymore. I fell deeply and truly in love with my fake husband. Matt came soon after that and I felt him pulsing inside me for a long time. We held each other for a while, breathing hard, unable to break the connection.

How I can’t stop thinking about her? “No. I’m not faking it.” I shake my head and look away. “Good. When we’re out there with everyone else, I know we have to pretend. But between us, I want things to be real. Okay?” I swallow hard. “Okay, Lilly. Sure.” The fact of the matter is that I’ve been faking hate for this woman for nearly a decade. And now it’s all coming apart at the seams. Fuck.