Fake Girlfriend Names Novels & Stories

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.”

He groans. * " Changed your mind yet?" Radon asks. Elsa scoff." She wanna help and it's final." "Thought about a name you wanna use?" " I don't really know. Ella , Daren or even Alicia. It sounds perfect right?" Elsa ask and turn to look at him from her seat. " Ella's pretty. Last name? Cause we're gonna get you a fake ID." This will be fun. "William, Stone, Miller or even Smith." "Smith is great." He said and sighs.

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.

If I wanted clarity, I had to listen. Red sat down across from me, fingers interlaced, gaze locked directly on mine. I noticed something strange—he barely blinked. Through all this talking, I’d only seen him blink once. Didn’t his eyes hurt? “I’m looking for a woman who can pretend to be my girlfriend for three months,” he said finally. “Someone who won’t fall for me. I don’t want any commitment—ever again.” “Then why are you looking for a fake girlfriend? You after some kind of inheritance or something?” I asked, arching a brow.

“So, can you please tell me your name and the kid's names so that I can address you all properly?” “Uh.. my name is, um.. Greer.” She could not think of a fake name that she liked, but by the pause before her name, she could tell that he didn't believe her. He thinks that the name she has given him, her real name, is a fake. “That's Hunter and the baby is Gemma.” She tells him truthfully. It is not her fault that he believe the names are made up.

Mateo. Why did I have the impression that this name is fake, or am I mistaken? Is this her real name? "Hellen," I murmur, mumbling her name. "You have a wonderful name, darling, but please tell me if this is your real name because I have a strange feeling it is a fake name." "Fake?" she inquires. "If you think it’s fake, just call me any name you want. Because I can’t get away from you. I’ll let you do anything you want."

I pull at her hand but she just hit mine with the bottom of her gun, making me cry out in pain. "Ha! Fucker...it's not Cherry, that's my fake name. This is Victoria Lint, you stupid sh*t. I guess you don't remember me from high school. I used to have fun throwing your homework down the toilet." "It was you?" I felt sick as a shiver slithers down my spine, showering me with anxiety. Victoria tilted her head to laugh, making Jacob whimper and my heart aches for him as he cried silently. "Ha! You'll never forget me - I'm the most beautiful woman Gabe had ever met, the one he almost had married but then you came..."She snorts, her lips curling to her teeth as she growls at me, kicking me so that