Fake Dating Novels & Stories

Yeah, I could do that. Right? “These seem... reasonable,” I said, handing the phone back. “Though rule four might be optimistic.” “How so?” “Fake dating is a romance novel trope for a reason.” I shrugged. “People catch feelings. It usually gets messy.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “Then we’ll be careful. We are both adults. We can handle this professionally.” Professionally. Sure. Because this was a business arrangement. Nothing more. So why did that thought make my chest ache?

“All right, everyone! Welcome to the Fake Dating Challenge! You’ll each be paired with a random partner. You must act like a real couple for seven days — sleeping in the same room, doing daily couple tasks, and of course, posting updates for the fans!” The room filled with cheers, laughter, and fake excitement. I smiled too, because the camera was still on me. But inside, I was screaming. My fingers tightened around the paper with my partner’s name. I checked it one more time, praying maybe I’d misread it. Nope. Still said Nolan Chase in bold, black ink. He walked over, slow and smug, like he knew exactly how much this was killing me. “Long time no see, Lane,”

“Man’s a bigger asshole than I thought.” “Will you help me out?” she asked. I sat up straighter, arms resting on my knees. “I pretend to date you until…” “The summer’s over. That’s just one month,” she added quickly. I nodded. “So, yeah, if I agree to date you for one month—” “Fake date,” she corrected. My lips tipped up. Funny. “What do you want out of it? Prove you’ve moved on? Doesn’t seem like it was much of a relationship if he jumped into bed with your sister. You’ll move on without—”

The boy who left scars I didn’t want anyone poking at. “No,” I said firmly. “I don’t.” He tilted his head. “You sure? Because the look on your face says otherwise.” “I’m not playing your games.” “Good thing I’m not asking you to.” He pushed off the wall, stepping closer, his voice dropping just enough to make my pulse do that stupid jump. “I’m offering you something else. Fake dating. You and me. We pretend we’re together. People buy it. And it screws with Liam in the process, also I'm sick and tired of these girls and I need someone to help me honestly, and I can pay you or maybe I don't know what do you want in excgange?”

“Us. Together. Holding hands at some market, me laughing at your dumb jokes, you kissing my cheek at a banquet. Whatever makes us look stupidly in love. People eat that crap up. They’ll forget the rumors in a week.” He stared at me for a long second. Then I laughed. Real laugh, head back. “You want to fake date me. Publicly.” “Exactly.” He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “You know what happens when people pretend something long enough?” I crossed my arms. “What?” “They start believing it. And then they become it.” My stomach flipped but I kept my face blank. “Not gonna happen.” He smirked. “Wanna bet?” I lifted my chin. “Name your terms.”

“ Not like that. It's… different.” Everything in my life was always “different “ right before it went wrong. “ What kind of job?” I asked cautiously. She hesitated again, which immediately made me suspicious. “Davina.” “Okay, don't freak out.” She said quickly. “But it's basically just pretending to be someone's girlfriend for a night.” I stared at her She stared back I blinked. “ Say that again.” She sighed. “A fake date.” I laughed. Out loud. “ You're joking.”

He can explain that next! "Really Mari I swear. I was talking to Greg about the dating sites on the way here. There's loads of fake profile with people using other people's pics. It's called catfishing apparently - there's this whole tv series about it..... I swear to you it's not me. I did have a look at the site because I was curious but I never made a profile. I wouldn't do that to you Mari. I've loved you since we were kids you know that. Things may have been a little off with us lately but still I would never risk losing you like that".

“It’s not real. He only said it to—” “Not real?” She cut me off, eyes wide. “He announced it in front of the entire party, which was meant for his older brother. Your first crush, June. First you’re sucking his dick and swearing it was photoshopped, now it’s fake dating? I might not be the best at school stuff, but I’m not stupid.” Before I could answer, the classroom door swung open again. Bianca Pierce walked in like she owned the place. The entire room went quiet as every head turned toward her.

My body stiffened. “How?” “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “What matters is that I can fix it.” My grip tightened again. “Why would you?” “Because you can help me.” “With what?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he glanced around briefly before looking back at me. “I need a girlfriend,” he said. My brows furrowed. “Excuse me?” “A fake one,” he clarified. “There’s a couples contest coming up.” I stared at him.

If James could build a double life, so could I. I opened a dating app I’d never used before and let it load. The sign-up screen was a wash of neon and promises. Meet someone new tonight. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, then typed my name, a fake email, and uploaded a picture of myself from a week ago when I’d still been smiling. “Age?” it asked. “Twenty-one,” I typed. “Looking for?” it asked. “Everything I’ve been denied,” I whispered, and ticked the boxes anyway.