Fake Girlfriend Names Novels & Stories

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

"Then ask for that. Tell them you want someone cold. Professional. Someone who won't try to save you or fix you or fall in love with you. Someone who'll just make you feel human for a few hours." "That sounds pathetic." "That sounds honest." She takes the phone back, starts filling out a form. "What name do you want to use?" "What?" "You need a fake name. For privacy." I think about it. About who I could be for one night if I wasn't Seraphina Ashford, wife of Julian, player of roles, invisible woman. "Claire," I say. The name of my college roommate. The girl I was before I met Julian. Before I started shrinking.

We’re a patchwork of identities, each of us cloaked in new names, new personas, trading in secrets and illusions. One of the dancers, the same woman who’d teased me the other night, gives me a sly smile. “I’m Eva—stage name Domme Rose. Sorry for giving you a hard time about the whole… ‘virgin’ thing.” Her smile is softer than I expected, a small glimmer of understanding. “Thanks,” I reply, shrugging. “I’m Gabriella, but most call me Candy here.” I force a smile, though tonight the name feels strangely distant.

“I learned a thing or two from someone who used to go incognito all the time for me.” Karl raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh, did you now? Well, in that case, what’s your fake name for today, Miss Incognito?” I give it a moment of thought, then offer a playful suggestion. “How about… Jane?” Karl chuckles. “Very creative, Jane Doe,” he says. “Nice to meet you.”

It's not THAT stupid a name but it's a stupid name for someone to make up as an alias and there's just about no chance the person she's been communicating with for the last week is actually named Roger. Not that she has some moral high ground to stand on, of course. As far as "Roger" knows, her name is Alyssa. Yeah, it's not terribly creative but in an industry where everyone is named Candy, Fantasia or Destiny, it's easier to be subtle than creative when picking out an alias. Cassie had run through her screening process dozens of times now and you can just tell when someone is using a fake name. But this guy sounded sweet.

For now, she is going to be my number one priority. She said her name was Ciara and she confessed to me that it is her real name. I was surprised she gave me her real name, these strippers never use their real names, they always go by an alias. While the king was getting teased by the other girls, I asked her their names and she told me that the drug addict is her sister and the redhead is her best friend. The other girl is called Carol on stage but her real name is Graciela. The redhead is called Alexia on stage but she doesn’t know her real name because she likes to keep her affairs a secret.

“Look at you, princess. Didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I forced a smile, smoothing my black mini dress down my thighs. “Yeah, well. Gotta commit to the act, right?” Rowan was next, tossing a red solo cup to me. “Fake girlfriend duties, huh? Drink up. You look like you need it.” I caught the cup but didn’t drink. My fingers shook too much to even bring it to my lips. Casper just watched from across the room, eyes narrowed like he was studying me for some pop quiz. Emrys offered me a soft nod, his curls bouncing slightly when he turned.

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

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