Novel & Cerita Fake Friends Quotes

The moment I stepped out, James stood up, plastering a fawning smile across his face. "Rena, are you okay? I should've taught my son better. I'm sorry you had to go through this." His wife chimed in, just as insincere. "Yes, Rena. Daniel's spoiled, but I know you're kind-hearted. Please forgive him." I looked at them, their fake smiles twisting in my mind, and a hollow laugh escaped my lips.

And maybe, just maybe, I liked the idea of spanking a little too much even though it wasn’t my thing. But then again, fake dating was never my thing too. Fuck my life.

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

I stared at my phone as it kept buzzing due to the thousands of notifications pouring in trying to make sense of what I kept seeing. "I always knew she wasn't meant for Callum." A lady had said with an emoji that was throwing up. My hands trembled as I replayed the video. It was a private video Callum and I had made and he promised me he'd never post it. "She's ugly and I always wondered why Callum had stuck to a low class bitch like her." "Lmaooo she really thought she was the one." I sat up in bed and read every single one because apparently I was a masochist. The video was from two years ago — me, at a house party, drunk and dancing badly. He'd made me give him a strip tease.

Her love — a theatre, her soul — a stage, and I, the fool who thought it was friendship. Now I sip my tea with quiet grace, for I have learned — not all enemies wear frowns. Some wear my perfume, and borrow my smile. Such is the life of a fake friend. Beware!

“you are not the one who did anything wrong..” “That doesn’t matter,” I say, voice thin. “Truth doesn’t trend. Drama does.” More notifications flood in.Someone created a fake account pretending to be me same profile picture same name,even the same pinned tweet. It’s posting fake “apologies,” fake screenshots of DMs with Aiden, and a statement claiming I “I was force to be in a fake relastionship” I open the comments. People are arguing about which account is the “real” me. Some are defending me; others are convinced I’m lying. My throat feels tight. I want to speak, to correct them all, but I know better. The more I respond, the deeper it gets.

Of course. The replies were wild. “Lmaoo not her working the late shift.” “This is why I don’t talk to randoms. Embarrassing.” “That hoodie again?? She really needs help.” Clown emojis. Fire emojis. Someone even dropped a popcorn gif like it was a movie. But there were a few decent comments. “Y’all are weird.” “She literally minds her business. Why are y’all obsessed?” “Imagine stalking someone’s job then making a fake video. Seek help.”

I replied honestly. "What is the favor?" She asked after few minutes. "You have to be a Fake-Girlfriend." I replied smiling. "A-What?" She shouted again at me. "A Fake-Girlfriend." I replied rubbing my ears. "Forget it! I will never be your Fake-girlfriend." She said shaking her head. "Why? Will you be my Real-Girlfriend?" I asked giving my famous smile. "Eww.. No way." She replied backing away. "Anyway! Fake-Girlfriend not for me but for Sid." I said rolling my eyes for her reaction.

“They are my friends all right. But they are not my best friends,“ she said, grabbing a water bottle and putting it in front of me. “They are all fake. Mummy said I shouldn't be with fake friends.” “How do you know?” I questioned. “I heard them talk behind my back before,” she smiled. “What if I'm fake?” I asked suddenly. Surely she wouldn't be with me then. She thought for a while. “Maybe you will not be my friend,” she hummed. “But you are too pretty to be fake.” It seemed like a harmless thing coming out of her mouth but it made me blush nevertheless.