Fake It Till You Fail It Novel Novels & Stories

[Perception Increased: 70%] Silence. Jiang completely lost control and burst into laughter. Not because the situation was particularly funny but because the young man’s face looked genuinely painful. His friends already looked uncomfortable now. Because whether they liked it or not, they had to admit that nobody driving a car like that could still be dismissed as pretending. The young man tried recovering quickly. “So what? Anyone can rent a car.” Adam smiled faintly. “You should rent one too. Maybe people will finally believe your watch is real.” [Perception Increased: 81%]

he asks out of breath. "What? Isn't this what you wanted? The fake breakup? Tell me, was anything real? Was everything fake this whole time?" I ramble, my voice shaking with emotion. I feel so stupid, so broken and pissed off. I swore I would never act like someone I wasn't and here I am dressing up like a damn Barbie acting like I have my shit together when I don't. I'm a cussing, wild, mess and I love it. I love who I am. "You know it wasn't." He narrows his brows. I stop, looking at him. He sounds serious, and looks it but how do I know for sure? What parts of him and I are real and fake?

Someone wants me like Noah. My breath shudders out. I press my palms to my face and inhale slowly, forcing myself to keep it together. If I fall apart now, I lose. If I panic, I lose. If I trust the wrong person— I don’t even want to think about that outcome. The building hums awake: running water, footsteps, slamming doors. Normal sounds. Safe sounds. Almost enough to make me believe last night was nothing but paranoia. Almost. I shove the notes deep into my bag and tie my hair back, my hands trembling only a little. Fake it until you make it. Noah used to say that on his worst days. I cling to it now like a rope.

And what would happen if I failed? Charlie greeted me with a cold smile, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Welcome to your new job," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your first task is to deliver a package to the other side of town. It's a simple task, but I'm sure you'll find a way to mess it up." I took the package, my hands shaking with fear. What was in the package? And what would happen if I failed? I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. I had to deliver the package, no matter what.

She stuck her tongue out at me, flicking her long hair pink hair, which had now been neatly brushed, over her shoulder, in a faked angry motion, making me laugh. “You run? Ha!” I continued to tease. “But if you have turned over a new leaf and have suddenly taken up exercise and not told me and do chose to run, please leave the coffee. I didn't get chance for one before the exam.” She offered me the large take away cup, along with a wry smile. “You failed then?” She teased, crossing her eyes at me playfully, while pulling her face. Presley knew how hard I tried in my classes, and I knew she believed I would easily pass the exam. The thing was, after what had happened this morning, and the fac

“So… you write all this crap just to make yourself feel smart or what?” Those words made something in me snap. That the fear I felt dissolved in an instant. “It’s not crap!” My eyes widened. “It’s just basic stuff , and if you don’t study it, you’ll fail!” Rowan leaned forward, a sly glint in his hazel eyes. “Oh, so you want to save us like you tried to save your golden boy? How’d that work out for you again?” My cheeks burned, I felt my body shaking again and they all stared at me like they were waiting for me to cry. I wanted to cry honestly, his words had done something to me but I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of believing that their words affected me. No way.

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

It'll be more exciting here. Mom and Dad staggered back in shock. Ethan stared at the screen, disbelief flooding his eyes. "It's fake! This is all fake!" Claire screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I don't even know them! I never sent those messages!" She grew more distressed as she spoke, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you lying about me? I don't know any of you." "Lying? We're not lying! The chat logs are right here!" The man shoved the chat logs in their faces again.