Fake It Till You Mate It Novels & Stories

he whispered loud enough for me to hear him. "Who told you that?" I enquired shocked. **Flashback** "You did..." "...Check mate means game over in the game but check mate in real life means your life has come to an end. My end is coming soon and I have a lot of debts I need to repay. Life is tough, but you have a talent, one that can lift you up and into the life of luxury." I laughed to myself, "Daniel, let me explain something to you." I looked up and saw my feathery friend approaching, I raised my left hand which was protected by a raptor glove offering a spot for landing.

She kept her head pressed against the mattress. Faith faked a mutter. She didn’t say anything but jibberish to make Mateo believe that she was still heavily under influence. There was silence, and Faith patiently waited. After a few seconds, she heard him sigh, “Come on, roll over.” He gently asked her. This time she did what he asked her to do. If she plays too hard, she might get caught. This is her only chance and she cannot screw it up.

“I knew you were going to say something.” “Oh, come on,” he groans. “The pictures? The kiss? The internet practically built a shrine in your honor. Are you two picking out houses yet?” “No,” I say flatly. “We’re fake dating. For PR.” Matteo freezes mid-chew. Then starts laughing so hard he nearly chokes. “You—” he gasps—“have the worst luck of any man I’ve ever met.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Can you take this seriously for two seconds?”

“Why pretend you’re mute?” Everything was unraveling faster than I could grab hold of it. First I’d spent all night wrestling with the fact that my mate was a boy, and convincing myself it didn’t matter, that the bond was bigger than that, only to find out she’d been a girl all along. And now this. My mate was layered in secrets like armor. “B… b… barely,” she whispered, the word stuttering out in pieces. Her shoulders curled inward, like she was bracing for a blow that always came after she tried to speak.

You might even be shocked when you hear it,’ ‘Isn’t that why you mind-linked me? To tell me whatever it is? Just say it,’ ‘Your mate is an imposter!’

My. My mate.

Mia said grinning from ear to ear like a cat on crack after I tugged the picture into my wallet. "Do I really have to? I'm not the best at the guessing game." "Fine then, buzz kill." She grumbled but her smile was still in place. "I found my mate last night." "No way!" My eyes were close to popping out of their sockets, my hands holding hers in a firm grip, I made my voice drop into a fake masculine voice. "Yes, way!" We squealed in unison bouncing our butt on the dirt ground. "My goddess Mia, who is he? Does he treat you well? Is he handsome? Is he tall, what does he do? Hope he is nothing like Nate." I squealed but made a sour face at the mention of Nate.

Aaron has always been careful about our meetings, but tonight, I want to surprise him. No matter how many times I see Aaron, I always feel like this—nervous and excited all at once. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and I can hardly wait to see him again. As I walk down the road, it’s impossible to miss the posters plastered on every surface of the street. An announcement of the Mate Games happening soon. As I read the words on the posters,I can’t help but roll my eyes. The Mate Game is one of the most barbaric tradition we follow here. The very process is not only dangerous, but life threatening. The royal family here, rose to their status today because of their strength and resilience. By

Rudy walks through the door pulling me away from the window, he looks out quickly scanning where everyone was. "Okay we don't have much time so we have to be quick, you have to fake marry me," he says, which makes me just stare at him confused "I know how crazy that sounds but it's what happens here, obviously we're not actually gonna get married but we have to make everyone believe we are," he says, I look out the window to see people starting to look up at us, okay this is so confusing. "I don't understand," I say, but he cuts me off before I could finish.

The note read: 'Good morning sweet cheeks... Sorry, I'm leaving so early. I have an important meeting to get to but trust me, we will see each other very soon. I'm sorry about last night. I'd like a do-over. Until then, S. Wilde P.S. You're my mate.' My brain kept repeating those last words that were mentioned out of nowhere. P.S. You're my mate. They echoed in my head, dulling everything out. There was a throbbing pain that set in; it felt like someone took a metal baseball bat and began rapidly bashing my head in, leaving me no recovery period in between blows.