Fake Love Artinya Novels & Stories

He read the caption "YOU DON'T CHOOSE YOUR FAMILY . THEY ARE GODS GIFT TO YOU, AS YOU ARE TO THEM " "come home son , i love you Happy birthday to you my dear " His hand clinch at the side of portrait stood up and bang the portrait in his wall , the pieces of the portrait shattered on floor . "LOVE !! LOVE BULLSHIT WITH YOUR LOVE !!" He shouted before going in for a relax warm shower. He came out from the shower wrapping a towel on his waist ,shaking his head to dry of his hair , showing off his super muscular body with six pack abs. .

“No speeches. No contracts. Just this. Will you marry me not because the world expects it—but because we’ve built something worth carrying forward?” Tears blurred her vision. “Yes.” He slipped the ring on her finger. She kissed him like a promise. And outside, the city of Lisbon sang. Because love, when real enough, outlives legacy. Because sometimes, the truest crown is the one we never wear. Because even after all the lies, betrayals, and battles... They chose each other. And that made everything worth it.

He caressed her cold, lifeless cheek with his hand, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment. "This isn't real. It's all fake. It has to be fake!" As if suddenly struck by a thought, he crawled frantically to my bedside, pulling away the white sheet that covered me. The moment he saw my lifeless face, he broke down completely. I had never seen him cry so desperately. Hunched over, his gaze lingered on Halle's face and mine, disbelief etched in his eyes. "How could this happen?" he murmured. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?!

“You know Nadia, I don’t know what love is. I’ve seen people cheat, lie, and just do horrible things. But what I do know is that you came into my life at full speed. I’ve seen you sad, vulnerable, and bare. But I do know my best days are when I am just around you now. I almost look forward to Carlos calling saying you’re staying with me. If this is what love is, then I don’t want to know anything else.” Those words were probably the best thing I ever heard. He didn’t have to tell me, but I knew we were on the same page. Ever since then, it’s just been him and I always.

“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 ”

“He doesn’t want anything to do with me… He knows that I love Ambrose.” She opened the kitchen cabinet and took out two glasses of wine. “Do you think I’m crazy?” She chuckled softly while pouring some wine into my glass. “Loving someone isn’t crazy, sweetheart… but sometimes not a lot of people will understand that.” I took a sip of my wine. “You loved that man so much that you even had an affair with him when you were already engaged to someone else.” I groaned deeply. “That’s not really helping my case, Mom.” She smiled.

Celeste said, the very act of a saintess. "Impossible!" Jeremy was convinced. "She loves tricking me like this. One time, she lied and said she was infected with pneumonia when she wasn't even sick, and I almost had to take a trip back from overseas to see her! "I know how much of an actress she is, so she's the person I trust the least!" I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say a word. It was true that my health was poor, and Jeremy knew of it as well.

In the end, my hands were trembling uncontrollably, and it took all the strength I had to etch an unassuming wish onto the surface of the plaque. "If there is a next life, I wish to learn to cherish myself and live wholeheartedly for myself just once." I had been far too cowardly in this life. I spent my brief 20-odd years desperately and relentlessly pursuing love due to a childhood starved of affection. I resolved that in my next life, I would not repeat these mistakes; I would live with reckless freedom, expressing myself fully, and let my own unique brilliance shine.

I pleaded, feeling more desperate and dreading at the thought that he might feed on me if I fall asleep. “Rest.” He ignored my pleading, fixating his ice blue eyes into my brown ones and I sighed in defeat. I know better than to beg a vampire. Pleading is something which works on people with a heart. “I got some songs. I can play one you like, till you fall asleep” He offered as I tucked inside the blanket, going silent. “I guess that’s a no then.” A nervous chuckle escaped through his lips and I went silent again. “Cry baby,” I finally mumbled and he looked at me in confusion. “Cry baby by Melanie Martinez.” I added and he seemed to realize that I was stating a song now. I watched him pick

Does she not see he would never love her the way I do? For the first time since I have known about him, today I feel like asking Ragini to leave Nigel. Love is about accepting the person as he or she is, not changing them. Nigel is in love with what he can make of her, in love with what he can change her into. True love means not having to pretend ever. I wish she understands that. Better sooner than later. Before she loses herself in the process of being in love with him. I wish I could see her tomorrow. The Next Tri