Everyone Thought My Screams Were Fake Novels & Stories

I barely managed to suck in one breath before my knee cramped so bad it felt like a knife slicing through muscle. “Shit—help!” I screamed, splashing wildly in panic. “Somebody help me, please! Cramp!” For a moment I actually thought someone would. It was a party full of people. Dozens of them. But when I looked around through wet, blurry eyes, all I saw were faces watching me. Faces that were laughing. “Oh my God, she’s actually faking a cramp just to gain sympathy,” Emily’s voice cut through the music. “Can she be any more dramatic?”

His screams echoed through the speakers and filled the press hall. Reporters went wild. Cameras flashed on the stage where Ryan stood, pale and frozen. “No! That’s fake! It’s edited!” Ryan screamed in panic and completely lost control. Moon sat there in shock and stared at the cruel man on the screen. She could not believe this was the same person she once thought was pure and perfect. At the end of the video, my recorded message played. The cold, robotic tone echoed through the hall. “Moon, do you see him clearly now?

Below is a photo of me and Penelope hugging and being too cordial. Heavy sweat breaks out on my skin and runs down my body, almost drenching the neckline of my pajama shirt. “What the heck?” My fingers are shaky as I swipe, running through the news. 150k likes, 73k comments, 40k shares! I should never have gone through the comment, but doing so makes me sick to the stomach. ‘I knew his ass was fake!’ ‘My conspiracy theory, guys! He’s trying to kick his wife out and bring in his side chick!’

The silence in the grand hall was so absolute you could almost hear the champagne bubbles popping in the glasses. Every pair of eyes shifted from shock to naked disgust and revulsion. Bella froze in place, the microphone dropping from her hand and hitting the carpet with a dull thud. The mask of the victim she took such pride in had shattered completely. "No... this is fake! It's Photoshopped! Elena framed me!" She screamed like a madwoman, trying to rush the stage to block the screen, but her legs were jelly, and she couldn't take a single step.

Of course, one of them would eventually croak and tell Aida. “It’s nothing, Aida. It won’t happen again.” I said, trying to dismiss her worries, but she remained firm. “Really? The most sarcastic and snarkiest she-wolf in Velvet Fang just casually cowering in fear, and it’s nothing?” She pointed out, effectively making me speechless. I stood from my seat after a short recovery. “I wasn’t scared, okay? That’s fake news. I was just… overwhelmed. Anyway, I promise it won’t happen again.”

Alicia was at a loss for words. Kelly jumped in front of her, lashing out at me. "Are you kidding me? My grandson is nothing like your daughter! You've definitely faked this report!" The crowd was buzzing, chanting for a showdown. "Let's see it! Let's see it!" The kids geared up and started their climb. However, just three minutes in, Tony was bawling, crying out in pain and complaining he felt awful. The audience, both there and watching the live stream, felt duped.

The camera zoomed right in on Mom's pain-twisted face and my desperate, frantic expression. "Take a good look, everyone," she said sweetly. "These two tried to scam us for a free treatment. When we caught them, they faked an allergic reaction. And now? Wow, she's pretending to have an asthma attack—acting like she's dying! With talent like this, she should be winning Oscars, not freeloading facials!" The livestream chat exploded instantly with clueless spectators. 'Damn, scammers these days really go all out—risking their lives for a payout!'

I blotted my face dry with a towel, looked at my reflection one last time, and tried to arrange my features into something that looked normal. Fake it. Fake it. Fake it. I've been faking it since the day I met him. What's one more day? When I opened the bathroom door, Victor was standing three feet away. I screamed. Actually screamed—a sharp, startled cry that ripped out of my throat before I could stop it. My hand flew to my chest, clutching at my shirt like I could physically hold my heart in place. It was pounding so hard I could feel it in my temples, in my throat, in the tips of my fingers.

Keep dreaming. Then she turned to the crowd, voice raised. "Did you know? This guy's completely useless. Two years together, and he didn't even dare touch me." The room burst out laughing. The live chat went feral. [This fake's not just fake—he probably can't even get it up.] [Philip, hurry it up. Get to the next part. Strip him and check if it's real.] [Not gonna lie, the fake's got a decent face. Send him my way, I'll have some fun.]

Turns out he loves talking down to people. [Sally's really something. She just admitted to faking earlier, and now she's throwing up blood again. Is she trying to scam Kyla? Should I call the cops?] [This is disgusting. I'm reporting both of them. So all those food streams before were fake, too? They really think viewers are idiots!] The comments flew by so fast that they blurred together. Francis clenched his jaw so hard that it looked as if his teeth might crack. He forced a smile at me.