Fake Façade Novels & Stories

“You fake it.” Ava blinked, her heart skipping a beat. “Fake it?” “Fake the pregnancy,” her mother said, her eyes gleaming with cold determination. “It’s simple. You tell Lucas that you’re pregnant. He’ll believe it—why wouldn’t he? You’ve already planted the seed. Once he thinks there’s a child on the way, he’ll stop running to that surrogate. You’ll have him right where you want him. Lucas loves you, you just have to remind him that again and again”

There are many times in life when a man tries to hide his emotions in the facade of another. A period of a man's life when he just had to fake his true feelings with another . Call it camouflaging , call it manly ego , there is no definite definition for it . It is sort of a defensive mechanism triggered at his lowest point, a mechanism triggered to prevent him from looking so low and out of place . A period when he fakes a smile despite feeling deep pain and anxiety but this was not one of them .

"You believe that by using deceit and manipulation, you can create distance between Jace and me. However, Stephanie, you underestimate me. With a dismissive laugh, Stephanie laughed. Oh, kindly. How do you intend to proceed? Weep? Have a fit of rage? She surveyed the space, admiring the pricey furnishings and artwork. With a tone that suggested triumph, Stephanie went on, "This is all just a façade." Do you believe that this home and this life are real? Avalynn, it's all just a show. And Jace will rush back to me the moment he knows that. He does it every time.

Yet, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of disappointment as Vanessa seemed to see right through his facade, recognizing the quality of his attire. “Yeah, right,” Vanessa replied, her tone skeptical. Why would she believe him when she knew for a fact that he was lying? Josh might be able to fool everyone, making them think he was a pauper, but not her. She could see through his facade and she aimed to make him admit it to her that he was not poor, like he let everyone believe.

“Sorry. I’ll see you on Monday.” “Wait,” he said, grasping her upper arm and stopping her. “I don’t understand. Why do you have to change?” Helen sighed. She bet he wouldn’t chase after ‘Helen’ like that, but he couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when ‘Vera’ was involved. “Look, Mark. Do you remember our conversation in the elevator? This person you see in front of you isn’t the real me. It isn’t anything like me. It’s a fabrication, a facade—nothing. It’s professional bunkum. Surely, you must understand that. It’s a show. I know you must put on a show when you’re doing your public relations thing, so you should know exactly what I’m talking about.”

and phantom clients expressing gratitude for her professionalism. To complete the illusion, two paid actors were prepped with backstories. One, a fake hedge fund manager based in London, spoke glowingly about Ava’s finesse in closing a Soho penthouse deal. The other, a woman posing as a Nigerian-American tech entrepreneur, posted occasionally on I*******m about building her international property portfolio—with just enough vague references to “Ava” and “her incredible team” to make the story feel organic. Fedora’s alias even had a social media trail. An I*******m account—@AvaDoesRealEstate—was set up with filtered snapshots of high-rise lobbies, skyline views, and champagne glasses at what l

Each encounter left him undone, a man drowning in the very essence he claimed to abhor. Amid these musings, the visage of Kate slithered into my consciousness, her image conjuring a derisive chuckle that rippled through the stillness. "That woman is nothing but fake,” I scoffed, rising from the bed to stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows, baring my soul to the ocean's vast judgment. "A façade of silicone smiles and counterfeit charm." I examined my reflection, noting the genuine light in my eyes, and the earnest swell of my lips. In that glass, I saw the truth—a stark contrast to the illusion Kate paraded before the world. Everything about Kate is fake! Fake ass, fake face, fake smile,

"I wonder what Raven’s reaction would be if he knew you were questioning his manhood." "There’s no need to bring this up with him!" Gia panicked. She knew Raven wouldn’t let her off easily if he found out about this. He’d probably come up with another creative way to get back at her. "What I mean by ‘fake’ is that the relationships are fake, or sometimes the women themselves are insincere." "Is this an explanation? I don’t understand what you mean at all!" Gia found Caius's repeated use of the word "fake" increasingly confusing.

"Completely. Look, I'm a victim here too. My wife had a mental breakdown. She started making wild accusations. And my former friend, Sophia Bennett, became obsessed with me. Dangerously obsessed." "But there are photos. Bank records. Evidence of an affair spanning seven years." Mason smiled sadly. "All fake. AI-generated. It's disturbing how easy it is to create false evidence these days. Anyone with a computer can make realistic photos. Fake bank statements. Anything." Grace watched from her hospital bed. Her hands gripping the blanket. Getting tighter with every word Mason said. "He's lying," she said to the TV. "He's LYING." Aiden sat next to her. Also watching. His jaw clenched. "I know.

"You want me to destroy myself. To admit to crimes that will put me in prison for life. Why would I do that?" "Because if you don't," I said while walking over to stand directly in front of him, "I won't just release fake evidence. I'll create so much fake evidence that no one will ever be able to tell what's real and what isn't. I'll make you look guilty of things you didn't even do. I'll fabricate emails showing you planning terrorist attacks. I'll create bank records showing you funding child trafficking rings. By the time I'm done your name will be associated with every horrible thing I can imagine. And you'll be dead so you won't be able to defend yourself."