Novel & Cerita Can't Fake The Feeling

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."

Now things hurt because I couldn’t write. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling, counting the cracks, the faint shadows cast by the streetlight outside. Every part of me felt stretched thin, like I’d been pulled in too many directions and forgotten in the middle. Frank. Danny. Me. I hated that even thinking their names felt like choosing sides. The fake dating thing was supposed to be simple. A shield. A performance. A lie we both understood. Somewhere along the way, though, the lie started breathing. Started watching me. I started feeling too real to ignore.

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."

"Lily is going to be good too. I need to be better than good." "What does better than good look like?" Sofia asked. "Real," Ava said. "It looks real." Sofia nodded slowly. "Then be real." "I'm trying to figure out how to be real in front of four hundred people without it feeling like a performance of being real." "That's the whole thing, isn't it," Sofia said. "The moment you perform authenticity it stops being authentic." "Extremely unhelpful," Ava said. "Thank you." "I'm just identifying the problem. You'll solve it. You always solve things."

I'd probably be dead by now. "So, have fun girl." Courtney said with a perky attitude. "With the fake couple thing, I mean." "I won't, but no one can know about the fake part. Alright?" I told her. "Of course." She nodded. .

"I can’t stand the thought of marrying him, Chris. He’s so cold. It’s you I want. Once the baby is born and the Carrington money is secure, we can be together…" It was unmistakably Jane’s voice. The room erupted in hushed, scandalized whispers. "Unbelievable…" "How shameless…" Mr. and Mrs. Roberts sat frozen, their faces pale with horror and humiliation. "The recording is fake!" Jane cried, though her voice was losing strength. "It’s edited! Made up!" "I’ve also invited an independent audio expert," Zayn said calmly, nodding toward a man who had quietly entered with Christopher. "He is here to check the recording in front of all of you, if you want."

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

"It will work." Haley tapped the screen. A split image appeared. The fake video on one side, her live face on the other. "My mole is mirrored. My ring light reflection is wrong. My voice has no caffeine rasp. Also, fake me says, 'look at Jack Miller,' like a tragic podcast girlfriend. I would say, 'check the boring rich guy with villain cheekbones.'" Ben's voice crackled in Jack's earpiece. "Online sentiment turning. Wait. Bot surge incoming." The comments changed.