Novel & Cerita Fake Falls

"There are the videos which are causing the rumors. These tapes are made by a professional impersonator, even the sound system looks like real. Dea scrolled down through the videos in that YouTube channel, there were total seven of them. Those already got many viewers and comments about the side effects of their new foundation 'Petals', but they weren't true. Dea was strictly handling her makeup industry, there was no way that the products could be made by bad ingredients. Whoever uploaded these videos truly wanted to annihilate her reputation. She noticed the channel's name, it was Spoiled Makeup, though she didn't recognize the model in the tapes

Nobody else had the right to do so. "Uncle Jasper, are you confused?" With a serious look, Mabel said, "Did you forget about what 'fake' means? Terms like counterfeit, imitation, forgery, and knockoff are common in our trade!" Jasper blushed. Of course, he understood all those things. He just wanted a chance to talk to the pretty Alexia. He'd thought that Alexia would certainly give him a detailed explanation if he humbly asked her. But Alexia did not even spare him a glance.

I watched one video in stunned silence—shots of the kiss set to some devastatingly romantic ballad—and nearly dropped my phone when the words flashed across the screen: “When you fake it so well, it stops feeling fake.” No one sent those words to me, my mind conjured them myself. My stomach flipped. Because it was already starting to feel that way. My phone rang, and I barely had time to say hello before Mia’s voice exploded through the speaker. “FALLON PRESCOTT CALLAHAN!” I winced, holding the phone away from my ear. “Morning to you too.” “Morning? MORNING?! You broke the internet!” I groaned, rubbing my temple. “It’s not that serious—”

I couldn't tell which man was real. I was sitting at my large work table, trying to make sense of a fabric sample, when the notification popped up on my phone. It wasn’t a news alert. It was a link from Lila, sent with three crying-face emojis. My stomach dropped. I knew, instantly, it was bad. The headline was from a low-end, vicious tabloid, but the content was chilling: “SOPHOMORE SOPHIA: LANCASTER’S ‘WIFE’ IS A FAKE? DID SHE LIE HER WAY INTO FASHION AND INTO BILLIONS?”

A slow grin spread on the first man's face once again. "Why are we in the fucking 21st century? We use AI, and after our balance is transferred, we run away before she discovers any mischief." Within the next hour, they visited an ally, whose area of specialization was creating fake images. He created an image so disturbingly realistic it could fool anyone. It was a fatal car crash that had blood pooling from Sarah's head. Her lifeless body was hanging upside down from the driver's seat amidst broken glasses and twisted metal. It was perfect.

****** he made coffee while Dr H had just finished checking up on her. "why would you want me to check on what pseudocide is all about?"philbert said propping his glasses back to his weary eyes, yearning because they were concerned for her. "it's the act of an individual purposefully decieving other people into believing the fallacy that the individual is dead ,if you ask Wikipedia."he letter read. montoya pressed the wet cloth given to her to her head."while the person in fact is very well alive." this got to her. she jumped.

Mirror me looked wrecked bags under my eyes, hair sticking up like I’d been electrocuted and I whispered to my reflection, “Okay, Solange, think. Poison? Too obvious. Smothering? He’s strong, he’d fight. Accident? Yeah, accident’s the move. Make it look like he tripped or choked or something dumb. Easy. You got this.” First idea: stairs. The dorm had those narrow back stairs nobody used except when we were sneaking snacks from the kitchen at night. Perfect spot. I could “accidentally” bump him hard while we were going down for breakfast, watch him tumble, scream “oh my god Kael!” all dramatic, call for help, cry a little for show. Everyone would buy it guy’s clumsy when he’s half-asleep, rig

And if he could find those… He might be able to build a fake leak. A decoy. Drop it before the real one. Rewrite the narrative. Rewrite the clock. Rewrite the game.

As soon as Jake says this I choke in my saliva and cough so harry pats my back and passes me water. "What?" I manage to croak out "Let me correct myself . Fake date" jack says. "Why?" I ask. "It will help you make your name in a short time and you will make the news everytime someone mentions shawn or you. You guys could be the next it couple since there are so many people already simping you guys " "But -it- it's all fake and people might know" I try to reason. "They won't if you don't slip which i believe you won't " Rose says.

I can already see it in my head, “Jealous Best Friend Almost Jeopardizes Engagement.” This feels sadly like high school all over again. I look at my reflection in the mirror and nearly jump, my face a mess of mascara streaks and redness from crying I didn’t even realize I was still doing properly. I wash it off and breathe out slowly, forcing myself not to think about tomorrow. No more thinking about tomorrow. When I step back out, I am pretending I am okay. Kade is sitting on the edge of the bed now, elbows resting on his knees, head lifting the moment I appear. His eyes move over me slowly and pause on my legs, and I immediately want to cover up but there is nothing available.