Can't Fake The Feeling Novels & Stories

Like he did not know what to do, nor what to say. ‘Laugh it off.’ Shira suggested. I laughed. A fake, put on laughter, all for the benefit of Zaine. “Too much drink, again, I think.” I rested my head upon his shoulder and he smiled. “Yeah?” His expression was unreadable. “Imagine tolerating you for longer than I needed to.” He quickly added, all but repeating my earlier words, and I smiled, glad that he wasn’t making this awkward. He seemed to have taken the get out I had offered. He did not want to use my offer of a fake relationship to trick his parents so he was not forced into an arranged marriage. I understood that. We were good as friends. I cannot imagine us as anything else, fake or

I couldn't fathom being intimate with someone so despicable. I was stuck with the Cerone women all night, pretending to be someone I'm not. My face felt like it was glued with a plastic smile, and my conversation was forced and insincere. I tried my hardest to maintain the façade, but my energy was waning. How could I possibly keep up this act forever? The thought of living a fake existence like this made me feel even more tired than I already was.

And how can I trust anything I think or feel when it might all be fake too? The cold air hit my face. Made my eyes water. Or maybe that was something else. Everything hurts inside. Not just my heart. My whole self. Like someone took apart a puzzle and threw away half the pieces. Now I have to figure out what picture I'm supposed to make. But maybe there never was a real picture. Maybe I'm just broken pieces that don't fit anywhere. The street was empty. Dark windows looked down at me like dead eyes. Even the city felt fake now. Everything felt fake.

I could feel the heat from his body spreading up my spine, making my knees weak. His cologne was driving me crazy, making it hard to think straight. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the feeling of being in his arms, surrendering to the moment. But then reality hit me - I'm not some actress who can just pretend to be in love, I can't just fake it for the cameras...

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

“A job?” “Yeah. It’s temporary. But… We need someone who can pull it off. It’s for the company. You pretend to date someone. Just a show. In and out.” Liam stared. “Fake dating? Are you joking?” Kant crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse for money.” Liam’s eyes flared with disbelief. “That was years ago; I’m not that person anymore.” Kant shrugged. “Fine, then I'll find another person; just say no.”

Blood stained the white fabric of his shirt as he let out a scream. Frank scoffed. "Not only did you kill my son, but you also tried to frame Matt. I won't rest until I beat you to death!" Ethan crumpled to his knees after only five blows. Frank rolled up his whip and looked at me with a remorseful expression. "He tricked us, Matt. We didn't mean to hurt you. Please forgive us and come back home with us." The sincerity in his voice almost made me believe that his words were genuine. However, I was no longer the same naive person I was in my past life.

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

“They might go to your head.” “Impossible,” he muttered. We stood together in silence, watching the city. And then he did something that made my stomach flip: he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. “Why are you doing this?” I asked softly. “This—what we’re doing—it’s temporary. It’s fake.” He hesitated, thumb lingering near my cheek. “Because it’s easier to pretend when you feel something real.” The words struck me dumb. My chest was tight. My pulse raced. He was inches away, but it was enough to make my mind spin.

Best to bring her up so that we both remember our places. “I was.” He was lying. His nose turned red when he lied. Zane rubbed a hand over his jaw. “Too many opinions on linen shades.” I laughed, surprised. “God forbid she chooses ivory over pearl.” He looked at me then, really looked at me. There was something searching in his eyes. “Do you ever feel like none of this is real?” he asked. “Like we’re actors in someone else’s story?” I swallowed. “All the time.” For a second, neither of us spoke.