Fake Girlfriend Names Novels & Stories

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.”

I picked it up quickly. Did she see it? "Who's that?" She asked. I was nervous looking at her. My phone is still ringing. I gulped. "No one. Ex fling." I lied. I breathed a sigh of relief when she just nodded. Thank God she didn't see it. I turned my back on her, then walked over to the counter, and immediately changed the name saved to Sir Nicholas 'number. What's a good name to put? Daddy? They may think I have a sugar daddy. Or Babe? When I tried putting babe, I laughed when I saw so many 'babe' saved in my contacts. I deleted it.

Are we on a nickname basis now? Shyly she tucked her hair behind her ear, red coloring her cheeks. As she said. "Yeah. You told me last night when. We. We. We. We're doing the deed. To call you Abhi." My morning erection was suppressed as her words ended. 'She is not my type. A pretender huh. What a waste of her hourglass figure.' Giving her a cold smile I stood up and handed her the blanket. With a small thank you she draped it across her hourglass figure.

"Gina already looked into it. That man is the richest person in the city! Claiming connections to powerful people is exactly the kind of thing fake socialites like you do!" Georgina clung to his arm and sighed about how pitiful he was, how close he had come to being deceived by someone like me. Then she turned her attention to my phone, her tone dripping with suggestion. "Sean, a fake socialite like her usually keeps several targets on the hook at once. Check her phone. I bet she's got contact info for a whole lineup of sugar daddies saved in there." Sean grabbed my wrist and ripped the phone out of my hand. He scrolled furiously through my contacts, then shoved the screen in my face, pointi

Sofia: *Did you see the poll someone posted in the school group chat? Ava opened the chat. The poll was simple, three names, one question: *Who should be the next cheer captain?* She scrolled to the results. Lily Carter was winning by fourteen points. Ava stared at the number for a long moment, at the gap between where she was and where she had assumed she would be, and felt something she almost never let herself feel, the cold, specific fear of someone who had built their entire identity around being the best and was standing at the first real evidence that being the best might not be enough.