Face Fake Novels & Stories

“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..."

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

I couldn't tell if it was fear, or shame, or something in between- but it gripped me so tightly I almost turned back. But then I pictured my mother. The way she smiled when I said I'd try. The way she folded my scarf carefully the night before, like it was armor. I couldn't disappoint her. Not now. The scarf hugged my face gently. Wrapping around my face only revealing my eyes, they are one of my body parts that's still intact and the same. I adjusted it over and over again making sure that only my eyes showed. The part I wasnt afraid to reveal.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

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

His voice waivers, but a deathly dangerous pitch contradicts what he’s saying. It was always my job to bullshit people into believing the fantasy we wanted them to see. I would never have believed if I hadn’t seen it myself with my own eyes that Jyeon Park has mastered bare face lying and does it well. He was useless at it with an obvious tell anytime he was dishonest. He’s so believable now it makes me sick.

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

Each encounter left him undone, a man drowning in the very essence he claimed to abhor. Amid these musings, the visage of Kate slithered into my consciousness, her image conjuring a derisive chuckle that rippled through the stillness. "That woman is nothing but fake,” I scoffed, rising from the bed to stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows, baring my soul to the ocean's vast judgment. "A façade of silicone smiles and counterfeit charm." I examined my reflection, noting the genuine light in my eyes, and the earnest swell of my lips. In that glass, I saw the truth—a stark contrast to the illusion Kate paraded before the world. Everything about Kate is fake! Fake ass, fake face, fake smile,

She pretended not to know. How was it possible? How could Amanda see through her? Amanda thoughtfully touched her chin. "Because I make these kinds of human skin masks myself. The person who made your mask isn't very skilled. I'm guessing you've been wearing that mask for many days. Do you know what the consequences will be? You'll get pimples all over your face. This glue is very irritating to the skin. It can perfectly fuse with the face, making it hard to distinguish between real and fake. But if you wear it for too long, there will be inflammation under the skin, and toxins can't be discharged, so pimples will appear on your face. These pimples aren't ordinary pimples; each one will be v

If he starts being a plastic right now, I aim to be the best plastic tonight. I grab the doorknob and slowly pull it to open the door for him. I put on an emotionless face, and the moment that our eyes meet, his expression changes. He was smiling, and now he’s not. “Aurella,” He tried to sound surprised, but just like I expected, he failed. “Keanu.” I fake a smile. The kind of fake smile you can tell that's fake. “Welcome back. How's life being a stranger?”