Fake Girlfriend Names Novels & Stories

I asked. “What do you mean?” Harry asked too. Faith just smiles. “You have to tell us who you really are, Faith.” I say, breaking the awkward silence between us. She just kept smiling, “I am not Faith. I go by a lot of names I want to tell people. I am Joyce, Karen, Delilah, Jen or even Evan.” My brows creasing as I glance at Harry who stared at her reluctantly too. “How about Olca?” Harry asks. Faith, or whatever this woman’s name is, frowned, “Olca is no longer here.”

She was a bit of a dish, I must say, but too dishy to be my type. Skipper and his girlfriend, Arella created an account on my behalf. What so funny there was the not-so-original username they could ever come up with. BritBond69. Seriously, who does that? The number 69 made it sound dirtier and naughtier to my fine personality. Back to the fake blonde. I could see the evidence right before my very eyes—D cup to be precise. They jiggled when she giggled. It rhymed, huh? I didn’t know if she did it on purpose to get attention from her date, or they just jiggled.

Hence, they dared not neglect it in the slightest. James pointed at Thea and said, “Let me introduce you. This is my wife.” “Quiana Talen,” Thea took over the conversation and bowed to them. James was stunned but also agreed that it was safer to use a fake name than her real name. After that, James introduced the rest of the group to them. Yaretzi changed her name to Yovela Yinzela, and Yianni changed her name to Yunta Langdon. Though Youcef had already exposed his true strength in front of Jacopo, he still used a fake name, Hefiz Yosiro, just in case.

“We didn’t have time to work on nicknames. So I went for that. Could try something else if you like? Love? If I am being classic. Or Darling. Pumpkin? Pookie?” I was smiling even more now as I moved toward the refridgerator. “I think I am good with Zee, or Zaine.” I told her. “Aww you are such a spoilt sport!” She came up behind me, gently poking me in the side. “Oohhh, what about Stud Muffin!” She exclaimed with a giggle, like she actually thought that was a good idea. Whatever it was, she sounded like she was enjoying herself. I simply shook my head, giving her a look of despair. I swear she called me that, and I would send her home. “Fine. Grumpy. Honey Bun? Babe? Or should I just call yo

For a second I wondered what hole in the earth this woman had crawled out of while God was handing out common sense. She stared up at me with eyes blown wide. Short as she was, she dared me like she could swallow me whole. Her anger made her look like a tiny fireball. Her hair—a mix of red and black, slightly wavy—fell around her face. She was beautiful. Dangerous beautiful. “I am Darian Freeman! My name is Darian, my surname is Freeman. There is only one Darian Freeman in this company. That’s me. But I am not your husband.”

I asked her, she shook her head. “No I haven't” she answered, “So I heard you have a girlfriend, you stick with like almost six months” “Are you keeping tabs on me?” I asked her and she shrugged. “I don't need to… you are everywhere on sport channels” Sasha takes a bit out of her paste. “I heard you went for someone different this time? Tell me about her” “It is not an actual relationship” I answered my voice dropping as I glanced down at my paste. “Wait?!” Sasha laughed, “You are in a fake relationship?” she asked as she kept laughing. “Ben own me five hundred”

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

He leaned against the couch, arms crossed over his broad chest, his golden eyes holding mine with that insufferable smugness that made me want to slap him. "It's not in the immediate plans, Miss Sterling. But the public loves a power couple with a growing family. If our arrangement continues long-term, it's a natural progression." "There is nothing natural about this entire situation!" I paced the room, trying to keep my breathing steady. "I agreed to be your fake girlfriend for your reputation, not the mother of your child." "The operative word being 'fake'. The pregnancy would be announced, not actually carried out. Unless you'd prefer the real thing?"

After he dropped the call, his phone chimed. He quickly opened his email and see the attachment. A.K.A 's: Stephanie Collins, Samantha Wilson, Rebecca Evans, Georgina Scott, Melissa Anderson, Danica Turner Eric couldn’t help but frown. It was amazing how she could cope with all the pretentious names but at the same time, it irked him so much. Real Name: Unknown Sooner or later this girl would have its real name. He would not stop until he would find her and brought his money back.

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.