Novel & Cerita Fake Hero

I'm a paid slut. Yeah, get over it. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, I plan on traveling the world and this is the fastest way to do so. Now, back to my story. We never get to know our client's name for confidential reasons. We also go by fake name for the same reason. User 677 is my client and Beverly Holly is my fake name. That's all you'll need to know. User 677 – Male. 46.

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."

And he, being the pack Alpha, may be the one we had an issue with… If this man, who I assumed was called Zeke... Alpha Zeke, did not approve of the situation we were placing in front of them, as false it may be, then he may not allow Zaine to take me as his chosen mate. Zaine was going to do all he could to portray us as a very much in love couple, I knew that. A long-term relationship. Like he had my own parents. Anything to make them believe the story we were weaving, to allow him to gain his title. But, if his father did not approve, then all our lies, our plan would have been for nothing. And that look within that man's eyes did not fill me with hope.

“We’ve been trying to track this man. Jeremy Harrison is an alias. His real name is Derek Callahan and he’s a suspect in an ongoing fraud case. We have reasons to believe he's been using false identities to defraud several victims across the city.” “What?” Tahlia and I exclaimed in unison. I gripped my keys tighter. My instincts had been right. She turned to him, her face twisting in disbelief. “What is he talking about? Why would you lie to me, Jeremy?” Jeremy swallowed. “Pookie, listen to me-” “Don't call me that!” she yelled. “I swear it, I love you. Always have!” he continued, almost breathless. “My feelings for you were real, even if everything else wasn’t.”

"Visa Infinite. Mastercard Black. American Express Centurion. None are fake." "Why would they be fake? I'm an exemplary citizen. I pay my taxes. Well, Christopher's accountants pay them." "You are an incubus who assumed the identity of a human heir," he stared at me. "Most supernatural beings use fake identities. Fake documents. Fake cards." "I'm not most." I smiled, a thin smile. "I'm a Rockefeller. Everything is real. Including the golden retriever that hates me." "You have a golden retriever?" asked Reyes, momentarily distracted.

Zane’s arms around my waist, my smile that looked more like a grimace. ”You look like strangers being forced to hug for a hostage photo.” I took a quick glance at Zane, but he remained expressionless. My eyes fell back on my hands, staring. ”I’ve produced twelve seasons of reality television,” She continued, her voice rising, that professionalism cracking. “I know when two people have potential. I know you have to fake it.” She leaned against the desk. “But you’re so bad at it.” ”We’re trying. I’m sorry i—“ I tried to water down her anger but she cut me off.

My breath caught. “First rule,” he murmured. “Act like you want to be here.” I swallowed hard. “Noted.” We stepped back into the main hall together. His hand found mine — big, calloused from sticks and weights — and laced our fingers. Heads turned. Whispers shifted from cruel to confused. Marcus’s smirk faltered. Jax squeezed my hand once, gentle. “This is going to work.” I nodded, but inside my thoughts were spinning. This was supposed to be fake. Safe.

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

“When did I play games? I was just trying to help but since you don't want to, I could only cry for the damage. I have thought that by helping you out like this I can be guilt-free but it seems like I can only drown myself in the pool of guilt now. Because of me, you have incurred such a big loss. Only if I had money to pay the cost of the damage off.” She said as she faked a cry, turning her back to the men. Lesson 1: At places like this, faking your true personality was the most healthy habit to follow. Fake it until you make it! How can she forget the lessons she has learnt just a few days back? Won't that be cruel to the crazy person who has made efforts to make her learn everything?

“We were under the assumption that he was the true hero. It turns out that he’s a fake! Bah!” “I support the Queen’s decision.” They all chimed in, their voices growing louder.