Can't Fake The Feeling Novels & Stories

“Now I’m not sure if I’m using you or if you’re using me or if we’re both doing both and it somehow cancels out into something real.” A server passed by with champagne. Vane took two glasses and handed her one without breaking the rhythm of their dance. She drank it even though she’d been planning not to. The alcohol tasted expensive and cold and like a mistake. “I don’t know how to do this,” she said. “Do what?” “Whatever this is. With you. I know how to fake things. I know how to be whoever someone needs me to be. I don’t know how to be actual.” “Then don’t be,” he said. “Just be. Let me figure out the rest.”

The type of panic someone has when their favorite toy is being taken away. “So you need to stop all of these dramas you’re trying to put up,” I added, keeping my tone steady, “because it doesn’t work for me. Not even a bit.” He swallowed hard, opening his mouth to speak again, but I had already shut the ears internally. At least by now, I should be able to differentiate fake from real when I see one. And everything he was doing — from the way he barged in to how he suddenly became “gentle” was all fake. It's that plain and simple.

Zack seemed to notice the change in my expression, but instead of pushing me for an answer, he said, “And Lola, I am sorry about what I said earlier. I was judging you based on assumptions, and that was unfair.” I looked at him, surprised by the apology because Zack was not exactly the type of man who seemed comfortable admitting when he was wrong. “I do not want to judge you for anything,” he continued, “I only want a fake relationship for my grandmother, and if you agree, I will make sure you are paid properly.” For some reason, his apology bothered me almost as much as his offer, because a small part of me had wanted him to understand that I was not the person he had decided I was.

At first, she thought it was a temporary problem, however as years passed by, things worsened that she was unable to feel him anymore–not even when he tried to f*ck her like hell. Simultaneously, she feared to disclose her issue with him, fearing to hurt him. How could she say she doesn't feel his d*ck inside her? That was a lame excuse, right? With that in mind, she had to pretend like she felt him, desired him and wanted to be with him. She had to fake her moan, fake her c*m, and fake her desires as well. But the fact remained–she never came, never felt him nor wanted his d*ck near her p*ssy.

“Do you think he has fallen for you yet?” “I think he is starting to.” “You better start working faster.” “Yes, I know, you do not need to remind me about our bet.” “You only have a month to let him fall in love with you.” “Yes, and to say I love you.” I can feel my heart drop, I knew this was fake, but I did not think it was fake from both our sides. Is the player finally being played himself? Why is this feeling so funny? Why does it feel that I just got hurt?

And we never knew about it all this time. My knees feel weak like hell right now. Suddenly, I feel as if the wholesome of blood is being drained out of my body. The word fake makes me feel that my whole world is crumbled right now. I feel as if I am crushed between thousands of rocks and I have no other options rather than being weathered. “Xavier too?” I ask. “Yes, he too. He knew that this is all fake too,” she says. She says it with so much confident and that confidence of her breaks me from the deep down.

Just coordinates, dropped like a soldier’s orders. I stared until the screen dimmed, pulse thudding in my throat. Fake dating. It had sounded clinical when we’d agreed last night, but seeing it spelled out in black and white made it real. Real enough to make me feel like I was about to step into a storm I couldn’t control. ⸻

It's common to do so. Even I feel out of place from these fake people kissing each other asses to gain favours. That's why I wear black it make me feel at home. I leaned down towards Mia and murmured. “Fake it love, they all are, all of them are hiding their own dark little secrets. It's all a game, I know that you know how to play it, and so do I. So just chill and relax, none of them is better than you here.” She looked at me with her beautiful almond eyes, in which I could stare for so long.

The one object that had given me a false sense of security… The one thing that helped me to differentiate between what was real and what was fake… The Amethyst ring was glinting back up at me as if to taunt me. It couldn’t be, this was fake. This whole thing was fake. I wasn’t mated to Max. I wasn’t really here… It felt like my entire world came crashing down on top of me. As fake as this was, a small part of me wanted it to be real... I wanted to be happy. I had never felt emotions for anyone, ever in my life, and for the first time, even if it was fake, I was feeling something for someone. I honestly didn’t want to give it up. I contemplated just ignoring it… So what if it was fake? It fel

Mia says as she leaves. I close the door to the stall and sink down on the seat. I can still feel the remnants of energy in my body . The high is new to me yet i feel some kind of bond with it . A bond that can not be broken . I take a handful of breaths before exiting the washroom. I look at myself in the mirror and say to myself, " You can do it .Just fake it till you make it , just until it's true. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be alright."