Can't Fake The Feeling Novels & Stories

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.

“Let’s go, wifey.” And just like that— I had a fake husband. Finally! It's all falling into place. So why do I feel like I'm forgetting something important?

The one I celebrated with. Every moment I had with her: The laughter, the kisses, the warmth, the joy, the times we’d spend in bed planning our future, the way she would look at me like I was the only person in the room, the way my heart swelled when I saw her, and I'd go straight to her after a bad day. Each and every one of those moments weren’t fake. They were real and I had lived them. I couldn’t erase them or try to rewrite them simply because I didn’t like the person she was. You can fake everything else but you can’t fake or force feeling.

“You heard me. Just someone to play the part. Pretend to be with me for a few weeks. Flash some smiles. Appear in photos. Then she disappears, alongside the rumors.” “But you...wait.” He narrowed his eyes. “You’ve never let any woman touch you, not since…” His voice trailed off. We both knew why. “So how the hell are you going to fake a relationship when you can’t stand being touched?” “I know.” I tapped a finger against the glass. “But… there’s actually one I could tolerate.” Kelvin blinked. “No way.” “There is.” “Who?” I leaned forward, my voice low. “The one I told you about. Anna. Miss fierce.”

But I’m afraid to give my heart to you! So, I give you my fake love forever, Will you let me love you? Or will you leave me for someone better? I’ll be all alone without you. Fake love is all I can give you! Fake love is all I have! Don’t leave me alone, please, I beg you, ‘Coz my fake love is here to stay. The lyrics echoed in my mind and heart, leaving an indelible mark. I didn’t know if he meant them for us, but they sounded heartfelt.

A scheme designed to erase me from his life. Familiar laughter drifted through the crack in the door. "Seriously, Liam, you've got guts," said Marcus, Liam's best friend. "How did you make those silver whip scars look so real?" Liam's expression was relaxed, a stark contrast to the agony he’d shown me. "Three days of drinking beast blood," Liam said casually. "Tastes like filth, but it works. Slows the healing, makes the wounds look legit. Like you really got your ass handed to you."

I was thankful he did not ask any question; he just let me hug him and cry on his shoulder. Did she really make a mistake coming back to her? . Did cable really lose all feeling for me? Did our love really Fake Love?? Should go back and get married to alexander."

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

Wherever Emily wanted to lead me right now, I was in a headspace where I’d crawl right after her. The girl I had resolved to meet was standing right next to me. "Are you going to be able to fix it?" "We'll handle it, don't worry," I said, giving her a sweet smile. If I couldn't even recover a profile I hacked myself, I might as well throw in the towel and resign. While Emily stared anxiously at the screen, I faked a serious expression, furrowing my brows as if deeply concentrated on the laptop in front of me. A voice inside me was screaming, *take a screenshot of how she looks right now and keep it forever*, but I held back.