Fake Boyfriend App Novels & Stories

His roommate had added him to the group chat. Zoey apologized to him repeatedly. After a few minutes, however, the guy changed his mind. "I can charge you a cheap rate." Zoey was taken aback, not knowing why he had changed his mind. After hesitating for a moment, Zoey replied, "I need a fake boyfriend to deal with my parents. Do you understand what I mean?" He seemed very understanding. "Yes, I understand. I'm available anytime, 24/7. Two thousand dollars a month is fine, as I want to buy a pair of AJ sneakers."

It looked like he’d have to introduce a future wife to his mother soon, in case she would disapprove of whoever she might find. Kevin quickly texted him back, saying he had made him an account on the MatchYeah app, a dating app. Kevin used the name BK and sent him all the other details he’d set up. He wasn’t familiar with that app, so he was a bit lost at first. He’d added and messaged a few people, but he didn’t like the responses he got when they exchanged messages.

The transformation was undeniable. By now, he was convinced that the app was a gift from God and genuinely legitimate. Eagerly, he retreated to his bedroom, picked up his phone, and opened the app, this time carefully rereading every detail. He discovered an "Accomplishments" tab that displayed the number of women who had become his followers. As he examined the follower details, he felt a throb of excitement. The app explained that each time he creampies a woman, the woman would feel an increasing urge to become his follower, ultimately leading to complete surrender after multiple encounters.

Not like I'm in deep trouble with the mafia, and definitely not like I'm working undercover. So I used the safest lie I had. “I’m… fake-dating someone.”

“We need Jax’s reputation smoothed out, and that is exactly what you will be doing as his fake girlfriend. You will just be going a little out of the script, but then again, don’t we all?” “Tara…” “Your professionalism is exactly what we need. It is like Celeste and Finn here. Celeste is a member of the board, and Finn is a player. The only difference is that theirs is real and yours isn’t. The story will spread, and we will control the narrative.” “As long as you keep your legs closed and your panties to yourself,” Celeste adds, having the most fun from this. “We all know Jax can be a little….erm, what’s the world? Hot. But don’t fall for his charms, please.”

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.

she answered frankly. "Your mother knows Ziyan?" Jason asked in surprise. "Yeah, like that!" Ilona replied grinning. "Wow, could it be that you two are dating? Hmm...," asked Jason teasingly. "No sir! Erm...but don't tell me that, Sir! Ziyan is pretending to be my boyfriend in front of my mother!" "What, how is that possible? Pretending?" "Shhh! Because my mother wants to set me up with my mother's friend's son! I don't want it! So I pretended I had a boyfriend, so I asked Ziyan for help!" explained Ilona innocently.

I thought, "Yeah, let's just have a look around. Meeting new people will not do harm." I get into the app that displays what you're looking for as if it was a catalog. I saw hundreds and hundreds of pictures there. Very handsome men, of course. They put pictures of models and hire people to fill each profile to talk to you, impersonating that character, telling you whatever they think you wanna hear. I was not blinded. I even had a friend that worked in one of those apps faking to be a girl. I knew it was a lie. After a couple of days of having fun reading what they sent me, I saw that guy, and it felt like I recognized him.

That careless, Lump-headed, stupid ass jerk! "Of course. Why not?" I fake smiled. Oh I don't know, because I don't like him. Because I don't care about his stupid soccer games. Because I don't want to fake date him until freaking Friday! I shouldn't even have agreed to this. I just should've picked a random guy at school and asked ' hey, want to be my boyfriend for a couple of days?' Jeremy was actually my first boyfriend. Wait, he was actually my only boyfriend I've ever had.

“Plus, Damien will probably ‘loan’ you his jet whenever you miss Rafe too much.” “You say that like it’s normal.” “In your life? It kind of is.” I roll my eyes, but she’s not wrong. A few months ago, I signed up for a dating website where men would pay me to pretend to be their girlfriend. Now, I have four incredible and very real boyfriends. They’re all completely different, all completely perfect in their own ways, and somehow, they’re all mine. It still doesn’t make sense. My phone buzzes with a text, and my stomach flips like I’m seventeen again.