Novel & Cerita Fake It Till We Make It Book

I can’t find the right words as I have a sort of mental breakdown. “They’re pretty fucking rich, huh? It’s overwhelming, but don’t let it get to you. These people hide behind the luscious garden and fancy fountains. We’re different, but at the end of the day, we’re all pretty fucked up one way or another. There’s a reason the quote ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ became so popular, and it’s not just because of our demographic. Even they have to fake it, too. So don’t sweat it, girly. Chin up, take some shots, and flaunt that ass your mama gave you.” Wise words by Naya Jones, everybody.

She looked at me with pure betrayal. "I genuinely hate that you can stand upright right now," she said. "I'm faking it," I promised her. I grabbed my plastic water bottle and took a heavy gulp. "My soul left my body about three miles into yesterday’s run. I’m just a shell now." "Fake it till you make it," she sighed, pulling her hoodie over her head. "That’s the plan." We headed for the door, but a heavy thud of knuckles against wood stopped us. We didn't need to check the peephole. It was the same rhythm every morning. Karlos was nothing if not consistent.

Not when our fake connection has an expiration date. "Fear is just another obstacle, Hannah. One that you can choose to conquer." Grasping her knee under my palm, I capture her eyes in mine. For a heartbeat, I decide whether to ingrain in her the wisdom my mother taught me, when she realized I was different. Then, I deem it necessary. "Don't water seeds of doubt others plant in your head, even the ones you plant yourself. Because that's all they are until you give them too much attention: seeds."

Kayla's grandmother and two uncles stood before me and questioned me. "Where's the ring?" I instinctively covered my hand. An idea flashed through my mind, and I quickly lied to my grandmother-in-law, Eleanor Sanford. "Grandma, to be honest, I'm allergic to the ring. I can't wear it." Before I could finish speaking, I was struck with a cane.

“He’s the one who told me. I went to a clinic because I felt like I’d been hit by a train all week, and guess who walks in with my test results like a plot twist from a soap opera?” “What?” Abigail practically shrieks. “You've had no contact with the guy for almost two months, and then out of the blue, Dr. Sexy just waltzed into your exam room? That's crazy? I swear, if you're pulling my leg.” “Chill, chica, there's more,” I exhale. “He claims he didn’t even know it was me until he looked up from the chart because I'd given him a fake name back in Chicago.” “Oh my God. I told you that was going to get you into trouble someday. Jesus, Em. What were you thinking?”

“Let's have a fake date. I want you to be my fake boyfriend.” The words hung in the air between us. Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t look shocked. He just watched me. “Fake boyfriend,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “Explain.” “Public appearances only,” I said quickly, keeping my voice low so no one else in the library could overhear. “We walk the halls together. Sit together at lunch sometimes. Let people see us talking, maybe holding hands if it looks natural. Post a couple of casual photos. Enough to make Ryan jealous ”

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

“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?

Maurvi was smiling like anything. " What? But you started crying today, when I asked you what happened." Sid looked confused. She just shook her head. " You have the recording of that conversation ? Where? " I asked her. She smiles and touched her forehead and said, " Here.. " " So you lied??? With so much confidence?? " " Correction, Mr Doctor, I acted with so much confidence. I was acting, In fact, I had forgotten my phone at home that day. That is why, I was personally going to call both of them."

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