Fake It Till You Make It Book Novels & Stories

It must have been his uniform of choice, the way Steve Jobs wore black turtlenecks. “Ready for the trial by fire?” he asked with a grin. Fake it till you make it. “Yes,” I said, with as much confidence as I could reasonably fake. “Can I give you a word of advice?” he asked. Run away, maybe? Far, far away? “Sure.”

I grumbled. He smiled. "There is no 'just' anything in this business. 'Just' a calendar change? Could cancel a million-dollar meeting. 'Just' a delay? Could be a PR nightmare. Your job is to act every second like it matters—because it does. And folks can tell when you aren't certain. So you answer the phone like you're three steps ahead, even if you're frantically Googling who's calling." "Fake it till I make it," I complained.

She cast an eye over me and smiled kindly. "Rough morning?" "Rough life." "Well," she set down her bags. “Let’s get you looking like you’re winning anyway. We just fake it till everyone is convinced.” "What if I don't believe it?" Her smile turned sad. "Then you pretend it’s that too, baby. You fake that too." *** THREE HOURS LATER I didn’t look like myself in the mirror.

*You have no idea what others are dealing with in their personal life so just be nice, its that simple! This book is a complete work of fiction, No name, event or happening in this book are real. If any is found common or same as real life event or happening, then it is coincidental and shouldn't be taken personally or seriously. I apologize in advance for any error you may find in this book. Please constructive comments are welcomed, (I'll reply) but any annoying comment would be ignored and deleted. 💛 Flourish Ruth Felix (also known as love_richie)

“I have to do this before daybreak, or Alpha might not let me do it again.” Instantly, she began searching for an empty notebook on Don's shelf. One that looked like the record book. “How do I even make it fake?” She took the record book again and opened it. “It has the doctor's seal, but this one won't have it after I rewrite it.” she pouted her lips. “I won't write everything. Five leaves, maybe, from the front and back." Grinning, she reached for the pen resting on the table, took a seat, and started to rewrite all the information that should have been in the record book.

“Excuses….. excuses….. excuses. I guess that is the only thing you are good at.” “ I am not making an excuse. People are allowed to keep the book for more than a week if they make a special application.” She tried to say in an even tone but it wavered slightly towards the end. “Whatever! I have no time to waste on people like you.” She said airily and stormed out of the door. “What a great way to start the day,” Sia muttered under her breath and checked the register to ensure that all the entries were in order. Then she walked along the shelves, running her hand over the books. She halted when she reached the ‘Fantasy’ section and pulled out a book titled, ‘Survival’.

she says quietly. I push The Cookie in her direction and nod my head toward it, hoping she dives in. I'm not disappointed in either her digging into the delicious dessert, or the small smile that curves her lips. "Don't let it be. Use that feeling to push yourself. Make them give you a reason and do what you have to do to change things to make it happen." "You make it sound so easy." I shake my head. "It won't be." She'd just shoveled a huge bite of cookie and ice cream into her mouth so she covers it when she starts giggling. "I like that," she says after her mouth is empty. "No sugar coating."

But all the decisions were made, I quickly swallowed my ego and move toward the separate small room on which my things were arranged. I immersed myself in the warmth of the water, I could not help but rewind today's incidents. I can't believe Vicky's betrayal. And the events followed. I can't even believe that I agreed to become a fake wife... Before I could control it, I went full-on sobbing. After ten minutes I was back, and inside the walk-in wardrobe, I found the most expensive designer clothes everywhere.

“Because I’m the one making me feel like that. I’m the one that feels like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not.” “Baby, there’s a saying, and I think you will need to live by it for a long time. That saying is fake it until you make it. You really aren’t fake at leading. You’re just not used to it being acknowledged. I know I still have feelings like that from time to time. But we’re their leaders and we need to remember it’s our job not to do everything for them. Just guide them to the best outcomes.” Alrick wished he could believe half of what he said to Jessie. He still felt like an imposter. “Speaking of decisions. I’m wondering whether we should report our visions to someone. I’m waffl

" I asked in a tone of disbelief before I burst into laughter and laughed my heart out. Right now, I am completely laughing to hide to pain but she doesn't know it. * Fake it until you make it* that is my motto when it comes to these kind of situations, making people believe the opposite of what is true, what everybody know it is true. I never thought I will have to do this to my best friend but I have to, I have to protect her. Even if it is to hurt her right this moment.