Can't Fake The Feeling Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I asked shyly and he chuckled. "No, because first of all, you smell so good like always and secondly, you’re too adorable to resist, thirdly, I can never get tired of you and last but not least, I love you." He sealed it with a peck to my nose. He was being extra romantic since this morning and I had no idea why. "Yuck! That was cheesy!" I gagged but then giggled kissing him all over his face. “Hey… Those were my real feelings.” He faked an offending sound before pushing me off his lap.

“There is no point in regretting what has happened. The best thing we can do is keep moving, and keep living. Sometime in the future, we may find happiness to replace all the sadness we have experienced so far.” Avery's eyes filled with tears at her sister's words. How quickly time passed without her realizing it. Her little sister had turned into a wise adult woman. Avery then stretched out her arms and pulled Shanon into her arms. “I promise, you will never be alone again. I will always be by your side and support whatever you do for our happiness." "Thanks." But I'm sorry, I wasn't completely honest with you. I think I have fallen in love with my fake husband.

She wants to make herself believe that it’s alright but she knew that it’s not. "You have to choose, Shane. You may not say it, but I can feel what's wrong. Everything's not falling into place." He cupped her face and caressed it. "You knew who he is, right?" Frenzo nodded. "I pretended not to notice because I want to make myself believe that it’s not real, that you'll come back to me." his voice is low and Shane can feel the pain with every word he said. She can feel the numbness in her knees and before she knew it, her knees have given her up. She sat on the floor and pulled her hair.

Isayanna Pretending has never been easy for me. It is not something that comes naturally, not something I have ever been good at. But Jaydon taught me how to pretend. He taught me how to fake it, how to mask my feelings, how to bury everything deep inside until it felt like I was someone else entirely. He showed me how to act like I do not feel anything for him anymore. But I do. Yes, I still do.

Make the whole school believe the captain had finally picked someone worth keeping. And every second I’d remind myself: this is fake. This has to stay fake. Because if the real feelings I’d never fully killed off started leaking through… I closed my eyes, forehead dropping to the steering wheel. This was already more complicated than I’d bargained for. And we hadn’t even had our first fake lunch yet.

she asks, pressing the elevator button. “Uhm…” I scratch lightly at my hair, suddenly very interested in the floor beneath my feet. My tongue feels strangely heavy, and I can already imagine the questions that would follow if I admitted Kade and I were pretending. How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama?

Clearing her throat, Emily sat down, smoothening down her blouse. “I'm sorry, Sir but what did you just say? I think I heard wrong. I hope it is wrong” “I want you be my fake girlfriend” Emily blinked, absorbing the shocking offer, “Are you sure of what you have just said, Mr. Sterling?” “I am” "I'm not sure how I feel at the moment" “I completely understand, Ms. Collins. It's a lot to ask," "Sir, I……I appreciate the trust you've placed in me. But engaging in a fake relationship feels... ethically challenging. I also understand the pressure you're facing from your family and it’s a difficult situation. However, I don't want to participate in deceiving your family”

I continued, "You two are the masked puppeteers, plotting, deceiving, and trampling genuine emotions underfoot." My voice wasn't loud, but my declarations landed like sledgehammers on Jessica's conscience and those smug faces who had mocked me. "That's nonsense!" Mark shrieked, desperate to deflect the accusation while jabbing an accusatory digit at me. "Your old man's lousy ring. For all we know, it's counterfeit. Explains why Ms. Lane disowned you. You're nothing but a discarded..." A resounding slap cut off his vitriolic tirade.

Zane’s arms around my waist, my smile that looked more like a grimace. ”You look like strangers being forced to hug for a hostage photo.” I took a quick glance at Zane, but he remained expressionless. My eyes fell back on my hands, staring. ”I’ve produced twelve seasons of reality television,” She continued, her voice rising, that professionalism cracking. “I know when two people have potential. I know you have to fake it.” She leaned against the desk. “But you’re so bad at it.” ”We’re trying. I’m sorry i—“ I tried to water down her anger but she cut me off.