Fake Girlfriend Names Novels & Stories

It is, however, a dating site, so having a… false identity is possible and normal, right? I crinkled my nose and started filling in the blanks. For my fictitious identity, I used the surname of a favorite athlete and the name Pen from Penelope. There aren’t any other names that come to mind. I’m a writer, so I’m good at creating characters, but not when the goal is to deceive people looking for partners. It’s extremely cruel, but why do I find this concept appealing? I locked my gaze on the sign-up button. Someone’s phone number appeared before I could even click on it. Brie might be the caller. Aside from her, I’ve never given anyone my phone number.

“Oh.. cut me that crap, do you want me to go over my lectures once again..” “No..but my name, what if someone recognises me?” She rolled her eyes and leaned in “Come on now… in Greece, oh please, alright then, don't put your name, use a fake one. Everyone does it–it's part of the game. Trust me, Lauren. No one here cares who you really are. They just want their fantasy to be fulfilled.” My throat tightened as I held the pen. A fake name. That made it less real…right? And safer. More like it wasn’t really me that signed up–I convinced myself.

He'd met them on the lazy river and had been chatting with them for the last forty minutes and they wanted to meet Mark and Ant too. Mark figured it sounded like fun, so he nodded and stashed his iPod under his towel, then got up to follow Sam. Ant grumbled but joined them anyway. It took ten minutes of paddling to catch up with the four girls on the lazy river, but Sam introduced them all as Harley, Willow, Felicia and Sage. "So I take it your names are all fake then?" Mark had laughed, getting a round of grins from the girls. "Well, if you fine-ass bitches are using fake names, it must be for one reason, and that reason is carnal sinning," Ant said, earning a scowl from Sam. "I'm fucking r

“Or tried to pressure you to leave your boyfriend?” “No,” I shook my head. “He actually never talks about him.” “Then maybe I'm wrong,” she said and returned to texting on her phone. “I hope I am.” “By the way, what's your boyfriend's name?” Kelsey asked. “Darren,” I lied. I was good at coming up with false names. I had specific names in my head that I used whenever the use of a false name was needed.

Smiled like he’d already won. “Deal.” Fourteen days later, I was losing my mind. Two. Days. Left. And nothing. Every woman I met? Not it. Either fake, shallow, or didn’t even get past a full sentence without annoying me. “You could just hire someone,” Ben had said on our way out of the building one last night. A fake girlfriend. The idea was stupid. Risky. And fake. Just like the women I was supposed to be avoiding. “No way,” I told him.

During the trip, it was enough that the two of us were salivating. Later, his cellphone ring that was resting on the side of his chair. I looked and saw the name of the woman registered on the screen of his cellphone. Jessie. Who is Jesille? He didn't answer that but cancelled and turned off the cellphone. I was surprised by what he did so I asked. "Who is that? Why did not you answer?" I asked with a frown. "That's nothing," he answered without emotion.

We agreed this would be a one-time thing, so what does it matter if he knows anything about me? But I cave, anyway. "I'm Hannah, by the way." A nervous laugh passes through my lips. "Mmm. Hannah." Oh god. The way he says my name causes heat to shoot right between my legs. "A beautiful name, but I thought you were being someone else tonight?" "I am—Hannah's being different." I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant, but still feeling silly. He probably doesn't understand. I'm not trying to be someone else. I'm pretending I'm different, someone who isn't afraid of taking what they really want.

I asked with a fake laugh. "A while ago, but he ditched me." The red head answered for him. "But I found him." She snaked and arm around his waist. "I'm Jenna by the way." She said. "Lexi." I gave her a fake smile. I wasn't going to be her friend anytime soon if she's interested in Tyler. I hate her even though I barely know her. She slept with him for crying out loud.

Never could I have imagined that the poor girlfriend who had muttered that morning about going to wash dishes at a barbecue restaurant was actually the only daughter of the Smiths, a well-known family in the capital’s real estate circle. As I stood there in a daze, the door on the other side opened. Matt smiled and reached out his hand to her. “Taking me shopping like this, aren’t you afraid your boyfriend will see?” Wren rose on her toes and bit his lips in public. I stood behind a tree not far away, watching my girlfriend share a passionate, lingering kiss with another man. It took a long while before she pulled away, only to peck him again twice. “What’s there to be afraid of? He has work

So I can't call him Daddy at all and uncle is really what I chose to call him because he might get angry. "What's your mother's favorite dish? Will aunt be happy when she saw me?" I looked at where the familiar voice came from and saw Patry with ... the fake girl. What are they doing here? Why are they together? "Oh, hi Kira!" The fake girl greeted me and even had some guts to smirk at me. This evil witch! "Are we going home, Patry?" I asked and forced a smile. I thought he was going to speak but he just stared at me blankly. The fake girl laughed and smirked. "Patry will introduce me to his Mom. By the way, I'm his girlfriend."