Fake Boyfriend App Novels & Stories

“Let's have a fake date. I want you to be my fake boyfriend.” The words hung in the air between us. Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t look shocked. He just watched me. “Fake boyfriend,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “Explain.” “Public appearances only,” I said quickly, keeping my voice low so no one else in the library could overhear. “We walk the halls together. Sit together at lunch sometimes. Let people see us talking, maybe holding hands if it looks natural. Post a couple of casual photos. Enough to make Ryan jealous ”

I grit out through clenched teeth. “Great!” he exclaims, and jogs over to our phones. “Here,” he says as he comes back, messing around on mine and tossing it to me before going back to the water station. I snatch it out of the air and find the date-to-mate app already opened. The account name is “CookieMonsterBeta,” and the entire profile is already filled out with likes and dislikes and anything else the website asks for when you signup. “The fuck is this?” I ask, turning the screen to him.

Once I made sure no one else was around, I said, "You've probably noticed that every guy in the school has started asking me out now, right?" "Yeah, I did. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?" "Yes, I'm getting tired of getting 3 people asking me out every day. So I wanted to know if you would help me?" "Sure. But how can I help?" "I wanted to know if you'll be my fake boyfriend?" "You want to go out with me now?" "No, I said fake boyfriend. We would tell everyone we're dating so the other guys will leave me alone." "So you just want to use me?"

"There's Brylee, my cousin, her boyfriend Micah, Richy my best friend who moved with me from home and James, my boyfriend" "I guess we can rule Brylee and Richy out since your father can vouch for them" "What are you trying to say?" "I'm speculating when I say it has to be Micah or James" "I know I haven't known them for long but I can vouch for them. They're good guys", I said trying to be a good friend and girlfriend all in one. "That's the front they may put up. Do you peradventure know their surnames" "Sure. Micah Gallant and James.... Llock", I said staring at the little dots that connected the guy I really liked to this whole mystery.

“You don’t like me, do you?” Shantal looks up from making lunch, frowning. “What? Of course, I like you. You wouldn’t live here with me if I didn’t like you.” “No, that’s…that’s not…I’m not your boyfriend.” “Well, no—“ “But I’m…I’m supposed to be your boyfriend, right? That’s why I was made, to be someone’s boyfriend and since you bought me—“ Shantal turns on the rice cooker and steps away from the stove, fidgeting with his hands. “This…it’s not that there’s anything wrong with you, Alex, I just, I don’t see you like that.”

"A surprise, huh? Well, I can't wait to meet him. I'm sure he's a lucky guy to have you as his mate." I smile, grateful for Jack's support. "Thanks, Jack. I hope so too." I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for lying to Jack about my fake mate. But for now, I'll keep up the façade until I figure out a way to get out of this situation. Jack's phone starts ringing. "I got to take this. Are you okay going back home by yourself?" He looks at me with a worried expression. I smile. "I'm fine. I don't think Mindy will come back to harass me."

"Go on." "So, there's this French Canadian guy who's being traded to New York to play goalie for Hank's team." Hank is her boyfriend who plays hockey for the Rangers. He's a really nice and handsome guy who adores her. They met two years ago and hit it off instantly. She moved into his apartment after three months and I'm sure he'll propose to me any day now. "The guy needs a place to stay and he can pay a whole year's rent in exchange for a small favor. Nothing sexual, don't look at me like that!" "So what? What's the problem? Is he a weirdo? A slob? Does he like to steal underwear? I don't care. I'm desperate."

She gets up and moves around the table to take the chair next to mine, bringing her food and latte, and we huddle together, looking at the screen. I open the app and tap ‘Create Account’, then connect it to my F******k account. Now I have to set up my profile. I input my name, my age, gender, and sexual orientation. “How much of this does the other person see?” “Only your age and your first name. It uses the other information to match you with suitable people.” “Okay.” “Now, photos. You need to pick a great one for the main page of your profile, then maybe five or six others.”

"Guys, it’s confirmed. There’s a mistress. My boyfriend is rushing to meet her, and I’m on my way to catch them in the act." Attached was a screenshot from a couple’s tracking app, showing that her boyfriend had a new trip planned, and the destination was none other than my and Zac’s hometown.

I opened up the chat box to see what all the fuss was about. Clicking open the app, Fred’s name popped up on the screen. It wasn’t just messages he had sent, but dozens of photos…of Richard and Sophie. What on Earth is he on about? I scrolled up to the start of the chat to find out, snuffling as I read the messages and accusations. Here we go again. ‘I thought you’d want to see this.’ ‘Do you know that your boyfriend is cheating on you?’ ‘How do you not know about your boyfriend’s affairs, Emily?’