Fake Out Manga

I died once—on the eve of their wedding. He held her in his arms while the one I loved most shoved me into the firelight. Laughter and the gleam of blood were the final scene before I left this world. But the Moon Goddess seemed to have pity for me. I was reborn and sent back to the point where everything first collapsed—the day my parents forced me to give up the Alpha’s love, forced me to go abroad, forced me to ‘disappear sensibly’ like a joke. My lover texted me to ‘stop fantasizing,’ and had me to watch with my own eyes as he tangled with her. In my previous life I knelt and begged, cried as I explained, begged them to believe in what the Moon Goddess had ordained. This time, I smiled and agreed to every one of their demands. I would go; I would be good; I would be more obedient than anyone. But when I turned back again, I would never beg for anyone’s forgiveness. I would make them watch with their own eyes how the Omega that was trampled into the mud, little by little, tore apart their so‑called destiny and glory.

Nang malaman ni Ysabela ang kaniyang pagbubuntis, takot at saya ang bumalot sa kaniyang puso. Hindi niya iyon inaasahan, lalo pa't alam niyang maaaring hindi matanggap ni Greig ang kaniyang pagbubuntis. Alam niyang maaaring mapawalang bisa ang kasal nila dahil simula't sapul ay peke lamang ito. Ano ang mangyayari kung biglang bumalik ang babaeng mahal nito? Ano ang magiging laban niya kay Natasha? Magagawa niya pa bang ipaglaban ang lalaki kung patuloy nitong pinipili ang dating kasintahan? O magpapaubaya na lang siya ng tuluyan?

I was the greediest stand-in in high society, and my motto was simple. As long as cash kept coming, my dignity could take a back seat. For Frederick Jameson, I played the role of his obedient pet, so when his true love accused me of stealing her necklace, I just bowed and apologized. With Samuel York, I served as his lab rat, testing drugs meant for his sweetheart's condition until they left me with a bleeding ulcer. And for Theodore Xander, I acted as a scapegoat, getting pushed out to take the blame of extortion for his crush. They all assumed I was hopelessly in love with them, even forcing me to sign a confession at their joint engagement party. That was when the system's voice chimed in, "Host, the portal home is now open." I wiped the blood from my lips, splashed my wine into their faces, and grinned brightly. "Game over, losers!" Right in front of everyone, I leaped straight into the sea. Later, word spread that the three big shots scoured the entire ocean just to find my body.

When you, a nerd, get stood up by your ex and wait all night in a bar on New Year's EveThat's when you meet the hottest hockey team captain who asked you to pretend to be his date so he could dump his latest girlfriend.When you're being pestered by your ex to get back together, he shows up and tells your ex to fuck off.Your ex says, I know this is just a deal and you can't possibly like her.He (kisses you in front of everyone): Deal, Like this?

Get ready to dive into the coming of age story of Adanna, a victim of tape. This story will drive you through the gallops, exuberance, sentiments, hardships, heartbreaks, love and the growth of Adanna. This story is meant for all; the babes, the growing, and the developed mind. It is set in Africa, to be precise. Our Heroine, Adanna, is a victim of rape. Not once did she believe that she would encounter the dire unfortunate circumstances. Life, however, does not go the way we wish. And, that is the case for Adanna. Despite the awful rape incident that seemed to end her life at first, Adanna refused to yield to depression and give up on life. She chose to hate the world instead, and love the child that grew within her. It is easy for one to speak, but is it easy to take action? Her resolve was fickle and weak, making her a subject to the storms of life. She's pulled into lies and deceit. Will she make it out unscathed or will she drown in lies?

It's a blind date. Neither of them wanted to be paired. She agrees to it so she can keep her secret from her family. He agrees to it to fulfill his grandmother's dying wish. They are just pretending; a scripted act. That's what they tell themselves. But they soon begin to forget their lines in the play as love blossoms between them. Anders and Electra never thought they could love each other as much as they had hated each other.

My boyfriend of eight years didn’t just leave me. He left me for my sister. And then suddenly, they were getting married. I hate being seen as the weakling, the ugly one. So I did what I could. I made an offer to Liam Carter —my Highschool Bully when we met in Tuscany. The last person I ever wanted to owe anything to. We pretend to date for the summer, to make everyone believe I’ve moved on and in return I help with his PR stunt. It was supposed to be fake. No feelings. No strings. Just a deal between enemies with something to prove. But the more we pretend, the more the lines blur—and suddenly, the boy who once made my life miserable might be the only one who truly sees me. And the worst part? I think I’m starting to fall for him.

Getting drunk and asking the cute guy at the bar to pose as your fake boyfriend at your sister’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong… Not like he is a famous HOTTER THAN ALL HECK actor who is going to ask you to marry him so that he can get more time in the spotlight now that he is no longer relevant. Surely that won’t happen…

"Skylar, here's a hundred for the breakup. Don't crawl back." Mack flung the bill at my face like he was doing charity work. "Winona's the Frostmoon Pack's Beta's daughter. She'll save me twenty years of hustle. You? Still drowning in student loans." I eyed Winona's designer bag—logo halfway printed like it gave up mid-stitch. "You're sure this is a breakup?" "Locked in. Engagement party's tonight at Lunara Estate. You can crash if you want a pity plate. Might be your only shot inside." Door slammed. I turned to the hot wolf crouched by the ditch, mid-bite on a rabbit leg. "Hundred bucks. I'm renting you for two hours." He arched a brow, blood slick on his lips. "That's cute. But for that price? You're barely getting a paw."

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.