Fake Friends Quotes Novels & Stories

“What else?” She shrugged a shoulder. “That’s the main thing and encompasses most of what we need from you. Feel free to visit whenever you’d like and don’t hesitate to ask questions. We have nothing against you knowing things, just the information being spread.” “It’s n-nothing to do with m-m-m-me.” I couldn’t help but slump with every stutter from my lips. It seemed to only be getting worse lately, though I was most definitely nervous. A foot bumped mine beneath the table and Fredrico leaned forward on his elbows. “Don’t be so scared of us. We’re friendly, aren’t we?”

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

“The tension between you guys’re no joke. We even doubted whether you were exes or something” I scoffed, “As if I’d date him” “What’d you say?” Kyle raised an eyebrow. “Nothing.” I fake smiled. “I was just saying to myself that you’re too good for me, Kyle Miller aka Mr. Pickles” I fluttered my eyes innocently. “Don’t call me that!” “Oh, I will, mister” I smiled evilly. “Then I’ll call you Quote Schmuck too” he grinned back. “See if I care,” I flipped off my hair.

“Kill me now. I’m surrounded by people who think 'spontaneity' is choosing a different brand of sparkling water. I need you.” I waited, the blue bubble of my own text staring back at me. A second later, the dots appeared. “Lila:Are you wearing the blazer? Please tell me you’re wearing the blazer. I’m currently covered in charcoal and eating cold pizza. Want me to send a distraction? I could call in a fake fire drill.” A small, genuine smile cracked my mask. I started typing back, my thumbs moving fast, desperate to hold onto the "unpredictable" energy she radiated even through a screen.

Then, using artificial intelligence, the two used pre-made videos, which were using fake accounts. - What a beautiful beast. – Christian said, seeing over my head. - You are too beautiful to die, you have your whole life ahead of you. – The invisible man nineteen said. - I promise you everything, I will be romantic and a gentleman. You are a sweet and innocent girl, if you come, I will take your mind off this boy who doesn't understand you. – Mauricio Angel 44 said. - How sweet. – Christian joked. - We will have sex all day until the sun disappears. – Another said.

"Shut up! No girl wants a nerd nowadays, they will rather come to us, the hot ones who can handle them very well in bed. Have you ever heard the sound of a hot chick before?" Others shook their heads. "You've missed. They don't sound 'ah' or 'ouch' as you always heard, they sound 'aish' in a tiny voice." He said the words so funny that others laughed along with him. Finn moved closer to them, "Why do you sound fake? And are you sure you are not sex-starved, you sounded so dry and untrue." The guy turned a glared at Finn and fired at him, "Who are you to talk here? Are we friends?"

Then these clowns showed up and turned my peaceful drink into a comedy night. Don’t get me wrong, though. I love these assholes. In the world I live in, real friends are hard to come by. Actually, that word doesn’t even exist in the business world. Everyone you meet wants something—your money, your power, your connections. But these guys? They’re the real deal. Even if they act like morons sometimes, I’d still choose them over any of the leeches who pretend to be friends just to use you. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Niu’s name flash on the screen.

Zane’s arms around my waist, my smile that looked more like a grimace. ”You look like strangers being forced to hug for a hostage photo.” I took a quick glance at Zane, but he remained expressionless. My eyes fell back on my hands, staring. ”I’ve produced twelve seasons of reality television,” She continued, her voice rising, that professionalism cracking. “I know when two people have potential. I know you have to fake it.” She leaned against the desk. “But you’re so bad at it.” ”We’re trying. I’m sorry i—“ I tried to water down her anger but she cut me off.

She shared her screen without a word and there I was again, kneeling and eager, lost in what I was doing. The angle even caught the exact second my lashes fluttered close and hollowed my cheeks like a desperate little whore dying to please him. I stared at the footage until my vision blurred. “I have no idea when that was taken. I’ve never even–God, Mae, I swear I’ve never seen a guy like that up close. This has to be fake. Or Knox. You know how they’ve been screwing with me,” I lied. Her expression hardened. “It doesn’t look fake. And if it’s real, why not report this to the principal or–”

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.