Fake Love To My Face Novels & Stories

Jasmine Ito – POV The truth was simple. And that was what made it hurt the most. John was the only man I had ever truly loved. Not admired. Not respected. Not chosen out of duty. Loved. My fingers trembled as I wiped at the tears slipping down my face, but they wouldn’t stop. They came faster now, warmer, heavier—each one carrying a memory I couldn’t outrun. That night. It replayed in fragments. The way his lips found mine—not hesitant, not rushed… just certain. Like he had been waiting for that moment longer than either of us wanted to admit.

I want to know whether our love was real or a fake. I momentarily see the guy I fell in love with, the one who has supported me through everything, as his face contorts in misery. He approaches me but is scared to touch me, saying, "More than anything, Aurora." His eyes are brimming with humiliation, and his hands are shaking a bit. "I've loved you forever. I didn't tell you the truth because of this. I didn't want to watch your misery.

“Oh my god dear. Look at you looking so pretty. I do not want to go but I have to my dear- he said getting emotional. Seeing him my tears are on verge. I know it all fake just to show the world. I just looked at him emotionless. he hugged me and whispered in my ears ,”everything will be ok , if you don’t trust my word trust your love “ he whispered making me confused and frown ,why is he telling me all this and now . a tear rolled down my eyes. If he would have said this three days before I would have believed him but now all my hope is cursed, how to trust my love when he has nothing for me except hate . “Oh no no no don’t cry. Your makeup will get ruined”- he said

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

I whisper shyly, avoiding eye contact with him and paying more attention to my shabby looking fingernails. He doesn't say anything in reply and I could already feel my face burning in embarrassment. It felt like I had just indirectly confessed my desire to a guy and was coldly rejected. I slowly raise my head to look up at him and I'm surprised when I see his eyes scanning my face. "Is there something on my face?" I ask, suddenly feeling self conscious. "No, that's not it. You're being a little too hyper and I was wondering if the effects of the injections were still affecting you." He replies and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I want us back to that; it was less complicated. You know I love you." I run my hand on his neck, lightly massaging it. "Love is for the weak and the last thing I need is a distraction. Now, can we sleep?" God, I hated him so much but I climbed on his lap so I was straddling him. "Or we can do something else. These hormones have me very feisty." Those light blue eyes are just a reminder of what I first saw in him, but there is no good bone in his body. "I am not in the mood, now get off of me."

song - make you feel my ❤love When the rain is blowing in your face And the whole world is on your case I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the stars appear And there is no one there to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years To make you feel my love I know you haven't made your mind up yet But I would never do you wrong I've known it from the moment that we met No doubt in my mind where you belong

"Uhhh, really, he didn't fix a time, but I have other work to do, and you can't delay me." I can't help but smile at her. "I was just messing with you. You're too hasty about this guy. I think you like him." Sophia blushes, a rare sight. "Yes, I like him... because he likes you." "Oh, well, I think he likes you. Maybe he just wants me to get you to tell you his feelings for you," I say, teasing Sophia. Sophia shakes her head, laughing. "How crazy of you to think like that! I know it's you he likes, and I'm not going to sit here and argue with you.

"Now tell me what happened?" Seriously, she wished she could. "I didn't say I wasn't, did I?" "That's what you're saying, but the expression on your face right now tells a different story." “Then do me a favor and stop staring at my face,” Grace spat out. “Well, as much as I would love to deny it, your face is the only pleasant thing here to stare at,” He replied matter of fact. Sighing, "Fine, maybe you're right, but what can you do, huh?" she asked curiously.

A part of me I swore to control and hide forever. "What do you want Jace?" I asked defeatedly. "Now that's what I like to hear," He snickered. "I'm giving you a month. A month to play dress up for a while and make a convincing statement that you want to leave. Once that's done, you can come back to me, your true love and we can get married." If I was drinking a cup of coffee I would have spat it out. I would never marry Jace even if he was the last man alive.