Fake Nerd Novels & Stories

To afford train tickets home for New Year's Eve, I searched for a part-time job and stumbled into a livestream that was practically throwing money at the chat. A young woman in a silk robe rested her chin on her hand. Behind her, a villa glowed under expensive lighting that reflected off polished marble floors. "Being kept in here is suffocating," she said in a voice that mixed boredom with sweetness. "My sponsor gives me more money than I can spend. Help me out. Take some off my hands." Cash drops flashed across the screen one after another. I tapped as fast as I could, my heart hammering. A few large ones landed in my account. I was close. One more would cover both my ticket and my boyfriend's. The streamer leaned closer to the camera. "He keeps saying my tear mole looks like his girlfriend's," she said, her mouth twisting with disgust. "So unlucky. Of all things, I had to match with some broke girl." My finger slipped. I had a tear mole under my eye in the same spot. The live chat flooded with questions. [How is the sponsor's girlfriend broke?] The streamer gave a short snort and reapplied her lipstick, as if correcting a minor flaw. "He's just messing around. He tricked her into 200,000 dollars in debt. She's so stupid she works multiple jobs to help him pay it off." A chill settled in my chest. My boyfriend also owed 200,000 dollars. She continued, her tone light, "The funniest part? He slept with me for three days. When he left, I asked if he was giving her a taste of honey." She smiled cruelly. "He said all he has to do is claim he's going to work a construction site hauling rebar. The idiot will feel guilty and deliver food all night. So he won't need to please her." Another large cash drop flashed across the screen. The total reached the exact amount I needed. My phone rang. Benjamin's name lit up the display. When I answered, his voice sounded worn down, as if it had scraped against concrete. "Via, we still don't have enough for the tickets," he said. "I hauled rebar and made a little over 40 dollars. I'm heading home now."

At the wedding, I immediately recognized that the woman under the veil wasn't Selene, but an impostor. But I still went through with the ceremony as if nothing was wrong. In my previous life, Selene had been forced to return and complete the wedding with me after I exposed the fake bride in front of everyone. That very night, however, her childhood sweetheart was rushed to the ICU with acute alcohol poisoning. When Selene heard the news, she didn't shed a tear. Instead, she cursed him, saying he got what he deserved. … After we married, Selene and I appeared to be a loving couple on the surface. I kept funneling money from my family to save her family business from collapse. But on our first anniversary, my wife—with not even a sliver of warmth in her eyes—tied me to a helicopter with her own hands. "If you hadn't forced me to come back and marry you that day, Chase wouldn't have ended up like that," she snarled. "What right do you have to live so happily? I'll make sure you feel the pain he went through before he died." She threw me from ten thousand yards up, and I hit the ground as nothing more than a broken heap of flesh. So, this time, I pretended to know nothing and went through with the wedding alongside the fake bride. I wanted to see just how Selene would manage to save the crumbling Liraine Co. without the Schreiber family's support.

⚠️🌶️WARNING!: Rule #1: Don’t fall for your fake boyfriend. Rule #2: Especially when he’s sworn to destroy you.🌶️⚠️ I ruined Zane Ashford’s career with four seconds of footage and a source I trusted too fast. I’m his redemption arc, his PR save, his fake girlfriend for a reality show that could restore everything I took from him. The deal was six weeks of convincing performances. No feelings. No complications. That was the plan. But the reality? His hands on my throat while he kisses me breathless. His body pinning mine against walls when no one’s looking. His whispered confessions in the dark that sound nothing like hate. “It’s all part of the act.”Then why are you shaking?”“So are you.” We were supposed to be acting. But somewhere between the fake kisses and the real one, between the person he pretends to be and the one I keep finding in the dark—I stopped remembering which one is the lie. He still hadn’t forgiven me. And I’m not still sure I deserve it. But hatred never tasted this good.

Harper Quinn never planned to fall for her boss. All she wanted was a chance — one deal that would pull her out of debt and help her chase her dreams. But when billionaire Alexander Hale offers her a fake engagement to repair his image, Harper steps into a world of private jets, designer gowns, and secrets wrapped in silk. Alexander is everything she swore to avoid: cold, powerful, and devastatingly untouchable. Yet behind the control lies a man scarred by betrayal — and a past that refuses to stay buried. As their act starts to feel dangerously real, Harper must choose between protecting her heart and risking everything for the man who was never supposed to be hers. Because in Alexander’s world, love isn’t part of the deal… Until it’s the only thing worth fighting for.

Jericho just wanted an autograph from her idol, hockey star Ajax Reinhardt. There's just one problem : the fan outside the locker room stretches for miles. So, in a moment of impulsive genius, she sneaks into the player's bathroom, hoping for a quick autograph. However, Ajax finds her hiding in his bathroom, he assumes the worst. Jericho panics, trying to explain herself, but as he reaches for the door to call security, she grabs his towel in desperation. One tug was too hard, and the towel dropped right as the door swung open. The paparazzi take pictures of him naked. Now, Ajax's career is on the line, Jericho's dad wants her out of school, and her only way out to stay is to pretend she's dating Ajax himself. He's furious and she's desperate but they have to make it work. However, when their fake-dating turns a little too real, the ice begins to melt. Fast.

Ever since her family went bankrupt, work is all Florence does to help out at home. But when she meets Scott Lee, a rich and handsome CEO, everything changes. Although gentle and romantic, Scott doesn’t believe in marriage. But when his grandfather warns him of the need to have an heir to carry on their legacy, Scott gets worried about the company falling into the wrong hands. Unable to stay away from Florence, he thinks the only way he can agree to his grandpa’s plan is if he marries her and proposes a deal: get married for the sake of their families and divorce after he gets the company. Florence accepts but falling in love wasn’t in the script. Now, she needs to control her feelings while pretending to be the perfect wife and remain safe as Scott’s enemies go after her. *** “I want you to go on a date with me.” “Why me?” “What kind of question is that? Why you? Why not you?” Falling for my Fake Husband is created by Rafaella Dutra, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Betrayed on her wedding day, Catherine flees the altar and has a passionate one night stand with a stranger. The next day, she finds out he's her boss. Worse is that everyone thinks they are married. Now, they have to go along with it without actually falling in love. But could they resist the temptation? With her ex intent on making her his again, and her boss cold personality and dark secrets, will they be able to let go of each other after the secrets are exposed?

Rhea Veris was never meant to be weak. As one of the strongest warriors and the only female warrior of the Valcrest Pack, she spent years fighting and training beside the future Alpha, Artavius Ravencrest, the man she had secretly loved for years. So when she discovered that he was her fated mate, she thought it would be the happiest moment of her life. Instead, the very man destined to be hers shattered her world in a single night. Artavius chose her sister as his mate and Luna. Not only is Brielle carrying his child, but the entire pack celebrates her as the future Luna while Rhea is cast aside like she was nothing. Betrayed by her mate, replaced by her own sister, and humiliated before the entire pack, Rhea becomes a shame to everyone. But what they fail to realize is this: Warriors do not break easily. As darkness rises against the werewolves and dangerous secrets begin to unravel, Rhea slowly transforms from the rejected woman they discarded into someone the entire kingdom will one day fear. And when the Alpha who betrayed her finally realizes what he lost… It may already be too late.

When Sarra Reed flies home for her best friend’s wedding, she expects a reunion filled with laughter, champagne, and nostalgia. Instead, she discovers the groom is none other than the man she thought was still her boyfriend, Ethan. Shattered and betrayed, Sarra’s world tilts again when she collides with her best friend’s older brother, Ronan Vale, Hollywood’s most notorious bad boy, a billionaire actor whose smirk could set the tabloids on fire. He's forbidden and exciting but the past won't stay buried. Her ex, now her best friend’s fiancé, wants her back, refusing to let her go without a fight. Ronan wants her too, but loving him could ruin her oldest friendship and destroy his family ties forever. Two powerful men. One broken heart. In a world of red carpets, glittering scandals, and dark secrets, Sarra must decide whether to protect her best friend or surrender to the forbidden passion threatening to consume her.

She’s sunshine, glitter, and impulsive chaos. He’s suit-and-tie, headlines, and cold steel control. Together? Absolutely not... right? Jace Whitmore and Lily Thompson have *history*-the kind neither of them talks about, but both remember. She remembers him as the tall, egotistical jerk who kissed her stupid... then told her he wouldn’t touch her with a six-foot pole. RUDE. And infuriatingly unforgettable. He remembers her as the pint-sized menace who’s far too cute for his sanity. Her pout? Weaponized. That glitter obsession? Unbearable. Her... everything? Inexplicably addictive. And while she’s not his type (his type being supermodels with legs for days), his eyes, and maybe something else, never got that memo. He’s the reformed playboy now forced to run his family’s billion-dollar empire. She’s a glitter-wearing, bubble-blowing whirlwind of trouble who wants to get revenge on her ex. He’s the suit-clad face of responsibility. She’s the younger sister of his friend. And exactly no one thinks they should be within ten feet of each other. It started with one forbidden kiss. One very personal grudge… One impulsive decision… And the fear of things becoming real.