Fake Friend Day Novels & Stories

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

It was taken this morning. I log onto my F******k. Many people had sent me friend requests. I don’t view all the requests because I am too lazy to see if I know them or not. My profile is now filled with people asking me if I am dating. So, I don’t have to respond to each individual person, I change my status from single to in a serious relationship. There are a lot of chancers or so-called friends who have never added me but are now leaving big, long notes of how they knew me. No way am I going to accept their fake form of friendship now.

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

“Casmir, the one with the brown hair and annoying good looks.” I rolled my eyes. “We’re just texting. Normal stuff.” “Uh-huh, and?” She leaned closer “And he asked me out for coffee again, I told you right?!,” I said Ivy’s lips stretched into a grin. “Yeah, and I told you to accept, hope you did just that?” My lips twitched as I remembered how I had mistakenly sent the yes. “Yeah” I had a pained smile on my lips, also refusing to tell her that today was the day of the date and I was planning on skipping.

When someone cried, my feet always went a little numb. My eyes found my two brothers. “If this is one of your pranks,” I said, pointing at them with a finger. Both of them shook their heads quickly. “Not us!” Luke said, though for some reason I didn’t want to believe him. They loved to play stupid practical jokes on me since I’d never been one for them. “Cross my heart,” Marcus echoed, backing him up. So where had this woman—claiming she was my wife—fallen from, right into the center of our company?

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

I can't save you. “You did this intentionally, didn’t you?” I turned, looking directly into the vivid, mocking eyes of Priya, who stood right where I had tripped. She just smiled—a slow, cruel spreading of red lipstick. Around us, the VIP lounge was alive with the glow of smartphone screens. Everyone was capturing the scholarship girl’s fall from grace. Mutters sprawled across the floor, gossip already spreading like a sickness. “Isn’t that the bitch who turns every guy down here at Lux?” someone whispered loud enough for me to hear. “Guess she isn’t so special now,” another added with mocking laughter.

How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama? “Oh, it’s okay if you can’t tell me.” She smiles, and before I can respond, she continues. “Ryder and I started with a fake relationship too. It was more like a bet, actually. I hated him to my bones, but I guess I was only lying to myself.” My head snaps toward her. A fake relationship? Just like me and Kade. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I follow her inside, my thoughts stumbling over themselves. I swallow the question burning at the back of my throat and keep quiet, letting her continue.

I do. I bolt up out of my chair and look at my friends. With a conviction I didn’t have earlier, I confidently reply, “We can’t mark each other until we are 30 and haven’t found our true mates. If we find our mates, this contract relationship is void and ends immediately.” A wave of heat flows off my father as his fingers tighten around his pen. I quickly look at my friends and, with my eyes, beg them to agree. Luckily, the other alphas nod and in unison say, “I agree.”

Cade I fucking hate birthdays. Always have. The thing is, I don't even know my real birthday. When Beck asked me years ago—back when we first became friends and he was obsessed with knowing everything about me—I just said a random date. August something. He believed me. Even celebrated it. Then he apparently told Quinn, who planned all this. And now here I am, standing in my living room filled with people celebrating a day that means absolutely nothing, for a person who doesn't actually exist.