Can't Fake The Feeling Novels & Stories

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.

The quiet intensity in something that was never meant to feel like this. A rush moves through me. Something unfamiliar, too strong to ignore and too undefined to name. I pull back gently, reality slipping back in all at once. People were watching. My cheeks warm instantly. Xavier’s hands don’t move. They stay right where they are, like he’s not ready to let go just yet. He leans in slightly, his voice low enough that it barely reaches me. “Is this really fake… or do you feel it too?” For a second, I don’t know how to respond.

Melina’s POV I stared at him like he’d just suggested we rob a bank together using only plastic spoons and pure delusion. “I’m sorry,” I said slowly, “I think the tequila is still rotting my brain, because it sounded like you just asked me to be your ‘girlfriend’.” Jace didn’t blink. “Fake girlfriend. Sixty days. Strict contract. We sell it so hard the entire campus, the brand sponsors, and Tristan’s fragile ego all buy it.”

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

“When did I play games? I was just trying to help but since you don't want to, I could only cry for the damage. I have thought that by helping you out like this I can be guilt-free but it seems like I can only drown myself in the pool of guilt now. Because of me, you have incurred such a big loss. Only if I had money to pay the cost of the damage off.” She said as she faked a cry, turning her back to the men. Lesson 1: At places like this, faking your true personality was the most healthy habit to follow. Fake it until you make it! How can she forget the lessons she has learnt just a few days back? Won't that be cruel to the crazy person who has made efforts to make her learn everything?

Even when it feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, toes curled over, gravity begging you to let go. I can’t tell if this is protection or possession. But right now, I’m too tired to tell the difference. So, I do what I do best. Pretend. Fake it till I make it.

“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."