Fake Girlfriend Names Novels & Stories

She always gave the same answer, with a smile and a shrug: “I’m Ashley Stevens. I work in fashion retail. It’s just a name I liked.” But it was a lie. And they were lying too. Kamala opened her laptop and started going through her notes. She typed in the names they had given her; Derrick Solan, Tina Raynes, Miguel Brown, Sammy Lutz. But nothing showed up, they were not on social media, and there were no records or photos about them. Kamala knew instantly that they were fake names, and she frowned. “They’re ghosts,” she muttered. Her eyes moved to the shirt that she had hung over the back of her chair. She stood, picked it up, and stared at it for a while.

With a wave of the hands Trisha moved from the line. It continued and it was hilarious, Jaylen kept finding fault in everything each girl said and did, and finally it got to my turn. "Hi, my name is Kylie and.." I bit my tongue when I realized I had given my real name, I was supposed to give a fake name. "Again? And?" Jaylen sat up straight, his lips twitched up in a small smile, his voice filled with amusement. "Nothing just Kylie," I lowered my gaze pretending to be scared of his presence.

He asks looking over at me, I look around the room for any help to think of an last name and saw a lamp. "Bright, Freya Bright" I smile looking up at him hoping he'd buy the fake name, which he does smiling writing the name down. I didn't want to get on the bad side of him so I end up signing the birth certificate with a signature for Freya Richards, a second fake name, how many fake names am I gonna have to make and keep up with?

Unknown male 1: "don't worry my girl, I am your husband now. My name is Caleo. What about you?" Unknown person 1:" My name is Maria." (mesmerised by his beautiful face) unknown male 2: "Hi, my wife. My name is Dale. What's your name, beautiful?'' Unknown person 2: "e-err my name is Anastasia…"(also mesmerised by his beautiful eyes) Unknown male 3: "Hey wife, let me introduce myself. My name is Gabriel." Unknown person 3: "Hi, hubby! my na-name is Hana."

I'm fucking shocked right now. He grabs the folder angrily and opens it with a huff. When he sees what it is, his face falls and he quickly sets it down. It's true. This is fucking true. Everything that I saw was fucking true. All of those girls that had messaged him on that website were just trying to get paid. My fucking girlfriend is being paid to date me. This is fake. All of this is fucking fake.

“Hey, babe.” Oh, dear god. His hand is on mine within an instant, and I carefully remove it, letting his hand fall to the table. I’m not interested. Not in the slightest. “What’s your name? I’m Felix.” “Petra,” I lie. I don’t know why I chose the name “Petra.” It’s the first name that comes to mind for some weird reason. My eyes scan the room for any escape. I hope someone will call me or that just anyone will drag me from here. But that’s just wishful thinking. Lisa is having too much fun to mind her antisocial friend. So I divert my attention to my phone, sending a message to Lisa.

Ronan's POV "What?" I repeated, because surely I'd heard her wrong. Sarra tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I said no." I stood there, coffee mug still in my hand, trying to process what just happened. "You're saying no to being my girlfriend?" "Yes." "But we're already—" I gestured between us. "We're already doing this. We're fake dating. How is real dating any different?" She wrapped her arms around herself. "Because fake dating has an expiration date. Real dating doesn't."

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

“Jennie—” I shake my head. “No. Don’t. It’s fine. This started out as fake, right? So why should I care? You got your laughs. I got... well, who knows what I thought I got.” He pushes out of his chair. “Let me explain.” “Explain what? That you have a girlfriend? That you let her kiss you while you were on a fake date with your other fake girlfriend? Honestly, Dante, I didn’t even know it was possible to get dumped in a pretend relationship.”

Florence took a deep breath and put on her best fake smile. “What is it this time, Emma? Are you going to tell me that he has a hidden family in Thailand or that he has a secret son? These gossips are ridiculous, I don’t even know why you even listen to them,” Florence rolled her eyes and mimicked her friend’s pose. “No?” Emma sounded offended. “And I don’t believe these gossips either, it’s just fun to share them with you. Who would I talk to about this? Anyway, this is the real deal, came from an official source.”