Face Fake Novels & Stories

"You have no idea how much guys love my voice." I just stared at her, thinking she was in her own little world. She was really fooling herself. After Sadie finished putting on her makeup, I barely recognized her. She looked scarier than when she was on her live streams! Her foundation was caked on so thick that it was like a blanket of snow. Her face had bumps all over, just like a toad's skin. Her lips were a bright, fake Barbie pink, and her eyebrows were so overdone they looked like wiggly caterpillars.

“I brought you this myself.” I didn’t move. The smell of the meat was strange — sweet but sharp, like something rotten hiding under a pleasant scent. “I just finished eating,” I said quickly. “I don’t want anything right now.” The fake Faith stood up slowly. When she did, I noticed her face begin to change. Her skin, which had been pale and calm, started to turn darker — red spreading across her cheeks like fire. Her eyes were glowing faintly, and the soft smile on her face twisted into something cold.

Her tears raced down both of her cheeks. Her real face was just revealed. There was a disparity between the woman in the picture and the person who posted it without a warning with a caption. "Dainiel Mendoza's real face, all her pictures are edited and fake. Don't believe anything she says about her pictures. They are all fake. Iws.” Angry and terrified, she threw her phone on the floor, flew into a rage, twirled her hair like a madwoman, and held her ears while laughing, crying, and screaming.

“Just get out, let people know your real face is uglier than a lion who just woke up. Not to mention your eyes that look like devil's eyes, which are really red.” A floating pillow slapped Rein's face who could only stare blankly at the mound under the blanket which now showed a messy face with traces of tears that were very pathetic. “He's not wrong, the video is fake, just a fabrication. Stop crying. You're such a crybaby to be a girl.”

Jake fired back at me as I stood the silence amazed by this level of effrontery. "So, I get attitude in my own house?" I threw the question to no one at all and sat on the couch. "You told me that you and Megan were just partners, so what do we have here?" Jake queried with his phone in my face again. "Oh please, take that away from my face." I implored. "You have probably gotten another fake news from your fake ass sources." I replied. Jake looked at me quietly and busted out into a phase of laughter. He laughed so hard that he clinched his belly and I watched confused, wondering whether I cracked a joke.

I don't want to hear the sultry voice on the other end of the line, but there is another I'd prefer. I sigh. I don't want her to know anything's off, though. I can't bring myself to talk about what happened today. I want a normal, happy call from my ever- cheerful mom. Pulling up her contact, I plaster a fake smile on my face, hoping it'll resonate in my voice. She picks up on the second ring. "Hi, sweetie." "Hey," I say brightly. "How's it going? How'd the interview go?" I put her on speaker and pick at the sides of my nails, preparing myself

Ziyan said jokingly. "Hahaha, what do I want? So narsistic!" said Ilona. "We broke up tonight, but we'll get back together tomorrow, okay?" Ziyan said again in a joking tone. "No, let's just break up. I'll tell my mom later that I'm done with you! I'm bored!" said Ilona jokingly. "Oh, Man! So cruel! Yes, I know we're on a fake date, but why is my heartache real? Like being thrown away like that!” complained Ziyan, patting his chest.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

I challenged with my back still facing him. "Got some guts, don't you?" I made sure my fake hair covered half of my face as I prepared for my next move. °