Novel & Cerita Fake Love To My Face

I rushed the last part out, too nervous to monitor my phrasing. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, dreading his reaction to this insane proposition. The weighted silence stretched out until he finally cleared his throat. "I see. And what's your stance on this... unorthodox publicity moves between us?" My throat felt dry, but I forced myself to hold his intense gaze. "Truthfully? I think it's farcical and demeaning to everything we've built together. You've become an invaluable partner and friend. This whole fake relationship feels like a violation of the trust between us."

“So let me do it.” “I don’t want you to,” Liam said, his voice breaking as if he would cry “Don’t do anything you don't want to for my sake, it isn't worth it.” Ren’s voice was soft but firm. “I’ll still do it, I'm doing it for mistake and also your sake, besides it's not a bad deal, I don't need to do anything, I just need to pretend to be someone's lover and even if you don’t want me to, I'll still do it”

Can't stand the pain in the anal canal. "Jack..." Reo whispered. He looked at the innocent face that was sleeping. "I love you. Really, even when we play, I hurt a lot. It's okay, it's better than you staying away from me." Maybe Reo thought, Jack was still in the subconscious. So he himself dared to say it openly. In fact, Jack wasn't really asleep. He had woken up from his subconscious when he heard a soft sob coming from Reo's voice. However, his eyes had been refusing to open. Not without reason, because Jack just wanted to know what his gay boyfriend was really complaining about.

because I look like his first love? Realization hit me. He doesn't love me! It's all just a lie! His love is a lie! Tears filled my eyes. But I tried not to cry. "You must be devastated by knowing this." she said trying to sound consolidate. "Why are you here? Why are you suddenly back in his life now? Where were you all these years?"I snapped at her.

What they saw left them questioning life. The man is a vampire. But he did not look like any typical vampire; his face had veins and scars showing. His dark skin complexion got even darker. His mouth contorts and stretches—which unveils his sharp and pointy fangs dripping with blood. His tongue is shown to be sliced in half. His eyes are bloodshot red with a hypnotizing glow. His eyelids look like dark red, and black mascara is falling from his eyes. His hair is black, short, and nappy. His ears are pointy and disfigured. He has his shirt off. His body is beautiful, showing his six-pack abdomen and bulky arms. But even though his body is gorgeous—it has many scars, blood, and bullet wounds.

He must have been an excellent actor to fake all the emotions and feelings he showed while they were together. Had she mistaken lust for love? And when he said he loved her, two weeks after they met at that art exhibition, had she mistaken the lust in his eyes for true love? Was she that goddamn stupid? He had told Annabel that she had been nothing important to him. So, all the times he told her she was the most important thing to him, the slimy bastard was lying through his teeth. “Hey, you listening to me?” Annabel snapped her fingers in front of Sarah’s face, jolting her from her reverie.

As they both melt into each other and Julien feels the taste of sweet white wine lingers on her tongue, as she meets him stroke for stroke. Julien gets so lost in the moment, that he forgets where they were, he forgets about the picture that had his blood running cold. He forgets it all as he tries to communicate with her just how much he fucking love her with this kiss. Pulling back she smiles up at him. “Mmm, hi.” “Hi, sunshine. How are you feeling?” Julien asks, not wanting to ruin this moment but also needing to know if she really is okay. He pins her with his eyes as he waits for her answer. “I’m better, now that you’re here,” she responds, batting her eyelashes at him. Julien laughs an

"You always said happiness doesn't need to be displayed. Since you never take photos with me, I figured there was no point in keeping it as my wallpaper." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Love is something you carry in your heart. As long as we know, that's what matters." A cold smile curled my lips. "But if you never say it, how can anyone be sure who you love?" My words seemed to catch him off guard. He tilted his head, watching me closely. "Honey, you're talking strangely today," he said. I laughed softly. "It's nothing. You should get going. Don't you have an important meeting today?"

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?!

My head snapped up, eyes stinging. Fake. The word twisted like a knife inside me. Yvonne froze when she saw my face. “Oh… Viv.” I looked away, but she caught my chin and made me face her. My silence said everything. Her voice softened, almost breaking. “That’s not the face of someone in a fake relationship. That’s the face of a woman in love.” The tears spilled before I could stop them. My body shook with the weight of it all.