Face Fake Novels & Stories

Kayla looked at me differently than usual after that. 'Ah! Kayla's actually starting to feel bad for him? Benjamin, you're disgusting! Kayla, don't fall for it. He's definitely faking it. I asked around. He didn't even stand under the sun for ten minutes before he left. There's no way he's actually injured.' I really wanted to plug my ears and shut out Yuvan's nonstop whining. Before I could explain, Kayla handed me another card. I glanced at it. Good. Not a hotel key.

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s:

I studied him carefully, I noticed the movement between his upper and lower shin, his dimple became pronounced and he looked more handsome. Suddenly, he packed everything back into his wardrobe. "Stubborn cat, under the condition that I feel happy today because of your kiss, I want to be passionate with you. All this while, I only let you feel it but today you will see how the actions take place and you will feel it. I hope this will strengthen our bond, I really do like you, girl." Since I have made up my mind to pretend till I get out I have to deal with it till the end. I faked a smile and I saw Jack acting like an infant. He was smiling and this time it was from his heart.

" Miss Aria, We only got married on paper. I hope you can stop using these tricks to gain my attention. Yes, you finally got to marry me, congratulations, but please stop meddling in my life." What the fuck was he talking about? What kind of person did he think I am? I've never been humiliated like this in my life except last time at the wedding. Yes, I did record it but I never post it and the phone was still in my pocket. I picked up the phone and then threw it on the floor again. I sneered at him and reached for my phone. " I am not that kind of person and I don't play dirty tricks like this. I still have my phone here. And you...wait, Where's my phone?"

I regret ever supporting her! [She acts like she’s a bigshot when she used to crawl like a dog? There’s no way she’s cut out to be a supermodel.] [Her face is fake, her fashionista persona is fake. Is there anything about her that’s even real?] [That’s her real face in the leaked photos? She’s so ugly! So ugly!]

After winning 20 million dollars in the lottery, I immediately quit my job and head to the hospital. Having worked as a programmer at a major company for over a decade, I've accumulated a host of health problems, such as hemorrhoids, cavities, chronic gastritis, cervical spondylosis, and more. I get treated for everything at one go, and the pain is so bad that I can barely even walk. My aunt, Jessica Davidson, happens to see me like that and spreads rumors about me having stage-4 cancer and barely hanging on in the ICU. My relatives all send me well-wishes on my social media accounts. I don't bother clarifying myself because I'm too distracted by the pain, and also, I'm too busy recoveri

I replied and I was aware that I was sounding a bit shady. Lance fished something from the pocket of his jacket. “How about this?” He asked the moment he stuck a fake mustache right on his face. “What the fuck? You brought a fake mustache?” I exclaimed. Is he really committed to this whole act? He even brought a fake mustache just to make the look impeccable. “Yup. Just in case I don’t look like your uncle.”

There was Milli, my friend standing beside me and noticing my drooped down face. "Yeah! I am fine." Adjusting my viel, lifting up my face I answered correcting the withered face and trying to structure my lips in form of a smile. Smile is an action which has become foreign to my face, my lips seem to forget its natural laughter and now they struggle to even remember and fake it.

"All of these are fake. I had them all capped. Can't have uneven or discolored teeth in Hollywood. Nope." She sighed as she sat back down. "Nothing about me is real," she murmured. He eyed her curiously. She gave him a sidelong glance, then ran a finger down her nose. "Nose job." She waved a handful of hair. "Extensions." She grabbed her tits. "Boob job." She looked down at the dirt. "Even my name is fake." Blake had been watching her with interest. "Your name isn't Shasta?"

Alexa said openly. "But your boobs feel so real." "My boobs are real you know. I just fixed my nose, got rid of the fat on my cheeks, and made my chin longer. What else can I do? Life is so hard in Korea. Are you going to insult me because of my fake nose? Are you going to call me a plastic monster?" Jean smiled. "Do you think I'm that jerk, Alexa? You're very beautiful. And I don't care if your beauty is doctor-made or god-made."