Fake Boyfriend Pictures Novels & Stories

"Are these fake too?" I showed him my social media page. "You blocked me from all your social media accounts," I said coolly. "But my friends could all see your lovey-dovey pictures with Vivian." "That was..." "Beach vacations, dinners on mountaintops, private yachts." I kept scrolling. "And this one, you two kissing under the Eiffel Tower. The caption said, 'With my soulmate.'" Ethan’s face was ghostly white. "So," I put my phone away, "what's real, and what's fake?"

Jaden read out from his phone enjoying the whole scenario. "All those are just fake, I don't even know the girl in question, I'm sure that picture must have been taken during one of my shows in South Korea, you know all the selfie thing" Lucia said not minding a bit. As an artist who have not declared his interest in any girl, he's already used to unknown girls coming up with fake news of him being their boyfriend so as to get noticed. "I swear if I'm to be in your shoes right now, I will definitely trace down that so called celebrity for an explanation, I mean this doesn't make sense" Richard said as Lucia smiled faintly before looking at him.

The pale look that made its way to my husband's face a couple of seconds later confirmed my fear, it was the same pictures. “Do you know what I'm talking about now?” The distorted voice broke through the silence again. “Or should I do something drastic just to get your attention.” “What do you want?” Fredrick's voice turned cold immediately. “Why are you doing this?” “Oh, no reason.” The voice chuckled. “I just stumbled upon these pictures and decided to share it with you. I was just filling you in on the kind of activities your wife likes to partake in.” I sucked in a sharp breath. Those pictures were fake. I had never in my life gone for a boudoir shoot. I wasn't even a big fan of cameras

I reply M - correction, your fiancé not boyfriend. I send 3 laughing emojis. You miss me??? I send again. M - Always, send me a picture. What kind of picture?? I reply back. Like this? I send again now attached with a selfie of my face smiling at the camera. M - fuck!!!! How did I get so lucky?? Almost moaned out loud from seeing your beautiful face. That makes smile and giggle, God I love this man. I send another selfie but now showcasing my breasts in the sexy black lingerie I’m wearing.

“What is this supposed to mean?” He crossed his arms, keeping his gaze on her. “It means your precious boyfriend—the one you’re so adamant about keeping—is cheating on you. The man you’ve been defending at every turn is nothing but a lying bastard.” My throat tightened, but I refused to let him see my pain. “This could be fake. Photoshopped. Doctored by you to manipulate me.” Damon’s lips curved into a humourless smirk. “Photoshopped? Do you really think I need to stoop to something so petty? Scum like him doesn’t need my help to look bad.”

"I'm gonna throw up. Seriously." "Some of the comments are saying you guys look cute together though—" "Becca, stop. Please." "I'm just saying! The chemistry looks real in the photos. People are shipping you hard." "I haven't slept at all. My phone's been ringing nonstop since midnight. I have a bank meeting in two hours, and my face is all over the internet with a guy I spoke to for maybe forty-five seconds." I sat up, dragging a hand through my messy hair. "How is this my actual life? I was just trying to help a lost kid."

He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and finally, he lets out an exhale, and says; “There are things on the internet…….pictures, and screenshots of conversations that make it seem like you and Killian are together…..and that you cheated on Lucien with him.” “What?” I echoed and walked over to my computer. “Who the hell would think or do that?” “I don’t know, but… the comments were horrible. I don’t want you seeing that.” He said, but I could barely hear him. I could only focus on the ringing in my ears as I tried not to vomit at the sight before me. There were about five pictures in total… but they all made it seem like Killian and I were together.

“Oh, my god. I am screwed. I did not realize I was this attracted to him.” “Really? He is that hot?” Freya said. “Show me a picture!” Charlie stilled. She made a face and revealed, “I don’t have a picture of him.” “Whaaat?” Freya reacted. “How can you not have a picture of your fake boyfriend? And you said he was handsome. Why did you never steal a picture?”

I know it shouldn’t have cause that was the actual fact but hearing that I am not his wife with his stern voice was so hurtful like he was mocking me knowingly. “So…What about the dress and the photos?” she asked but he just glared at her that she went out of there. Wait! What? Photos? What kind of photos was she talking about? “What kind of photos is she talking about?” I asked and the devilish smile crept on his lips. He raised the camera in front of me and showed me the picture of us kissing in the wedding dress. What the fuck? “Why the hell did you take that picture? It was forced. You forced me into the kiss,” I yelled with a loud voice.

That’s how it should be. Preparing the lies, as they say!!! We also took lots of pictures as evidence to back up our story and to answer any questions about how we met. He even made a FaceApp account for me that had our photos. Even on his personal account, our pictures were there—on his profile picture, on his latest posts with captions like, ‘the best feeling with the best girl.’ Of course, my friend requests exploded. Some good, some bad. I expected it. One post showed us hugging on a boat, grinning from ear to ear. I remember that day. We weren’t fighting much anymore—just one look and we already knew what each other meant.