Fake Girlfriend Names Novels & Stories

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

"I know he won't tell you this. But when I heard your name for the first time, it struck me with this. What a coincidence, isn't it??" I smiled in response. Then we heard someone else approaching. "So this is the girl Ben brought here...??" Middle-aged snobbish women asked. "Amelia, she is not any girl, but Ben's wife. Her name is Daisy." Mom then turned towards me and said, "Daisy, this is Aunt Amelia. Ben's Uncle Tom's wife." "Hello, Auntie.." I politely wished her. All I received in return was a fake smile. She was covered in makeup and looked pathetic because of that. At the same time, Ben's mom had only minimal makeup and looked more beautiful.

I had to get back to my own man after all. “Thank you. Wait, I don’t know your name”. She got up and got closer. “It’s Sienna. Sienna Madsen” “Nice to meet you, Sienna. Thank you for your help. By the way, I’m Anna. Anna Beulieu.”

As I am about to speak, I hear a voice I recognise behind me. “Aimee, I don’t know you guys covered hospital news now”, Kyle says, and I roll my eyes and turn around looking at him. “Hi Kyle, I’m not here for work”, I say, and he frowns as I turn my attention back to the secretary. “I am his son's girlfriend”, I say, crossing all the fingers and toes that I can, hoping that she will believe my lie. Well, technically it’s not a lie, or is it? What are we? We are not even engaged yet, “I’m a friend of the family”, I say straight after, and she frowns, asking my name again.