Fake Falls Novels & Stories

His mask had slipped, revealing the real him. “You’re fake,” I whispered, feeling a mix of anger and relief. “You’re a total fraud.” The man laughed nervously and took a step back. “Don’t be silly, Natalia. You can’t believe everything you see on the internet. That guy in the video… he’s the fake one. He’s an AI deepfake that your husband’s company put together in ten minutes to cover up the scandal. I’m the real Damian Vance.” I glanced at the man’s face and then at his hands.

"You're an orphan with no family ties. Serve a few years inside, and I'll pay you enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life. When you're out, I'll handle everything." He paused, his eyes narrowing behind the lenses. "But if you refuse, I'll use every resource at my disposal to ensure you can't survive in this city. And all the money I've given you? It will be reclaimed." Money... He knew it was both my weakness and my armor. My tears splashed onto the confession paper as I trembled from head to toe. The system prompted: "Host's acting skills at Oscar level. Strategy mission enters final settlement phase. Prepare for Faking Death exit."

“A fake relationship is a fineable offense, but a fake engagement is corporate fraud, and if the board catches us lying about a marriage, they won't just fire me—they’ll blackball my license and sue you for breach of contract." "They won't catch us because we aren't going to look like we're lying," Stefan said, his strides effortless as he closed the distance between us again, his massive frame completely cutting off the exit until I was trapped between his chest and the brickwork, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the sharp metallic tang of the arena air.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

I lean forward in my chair and with my elbows on the desk; I clasp my hands together and then lean my two index fingers against my chin as I say, “Oh, I see, an oversight... So, it was just a small oversight to fire the only person that was keeping your job for you. It was just a small oversight to file fraudulent papers, and it was just a very small oversight to lie to the CEO of the company that employs you… Now, I know it definitely will never happen again, just as I also know that you will never work in this line of business ever again…”

"Yvone was recently arrested by the police at a hotel while she was with her boyfriend." “Wait. What?” “I assumed you didn't know, so I told you.” “How could she be caught by the police? Does she use drugs? Did she commit human rights violations?” Anthony slowly grabbed Shanon's wrist and told her to sit in front of him. "She was arrested for falsifying data and committing fraud on the company she sold to me." "Didn't you buy it?" “The company ownership documents are fake. So, legally the sale is invalid. Yvone must return all my money or she will go to prison for the rest of her life.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Leon. I’m not your wife. I’m your fake wife. A convenient arrangement with an expiration date.” Leon’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “That’s not true-” “Not true?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “What’s true about any of this? In a few months, this will all be over. You’ll go your way, I’ll go mine, and you can do whatever you want. Isn’t that what we agreed?” For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His silence only fueled my anger. “Are you worried about Owen?” I added sarcastically, “the handsome scholar who might ruin the carefully calibrated image of your precious marriage? Or is it the thought of your wife moving on too quickly—with her old classmate—that bother

Weird woman. When I am already outside the bar, I look sideways to see where she is and my eyes narrow in confusion when I spotted her not too far from the exit and a van pulled over in front of her. It took me a minute to realize what’s going on. I saw that the men inside the bar who are also wearing black outfits are forcing her to enter the van. I immediately tried to think of a way to help her and saw a bouncer with a gun in his hand, I stole it away, not minding his reaction. I aimed the gun in the direction of the van and fired, careful not to shoot Shane. My sudden appearance probably shocked the black outfit men and didn’t expect me there. The two guys let go of Shane’s arms and the

" Well hurry up and check your phone. We are trending and you might not like what they are saying about you." "This is crazy, they think that we are dating. Although this is all made up, it can also be beneficial for your career. Look you are second on the trending list which means that more brands and companies will recognize you. But of course we can also write a statement to refute all of these claims and prove ourselves innocent, would you like me to clarify it for you?" Listening to what he had to say, Nelly was now stuck in a dilemma. She didn't know what to do and wasn't sure if Jamie's idea was a good one or not, but what she was sure about was the fact that she did need those brand

My life was so simple, so calm and so ordinary that I didn't think that one day it would all come crashing down. I mean, I didn't lose much because I didn't have the great life of a millionaire, but I did have my university, my scholarship and my dreams. Everything was so settled in place that when that horrible man came into my life to make my life better it also made me fall apart. Yes, I'm talking about Oliver Price. That monster, that demon dressed as a prince. It's bad, very bad.