Fake Out Manga Novels & Stories

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

He did not misjudge her, and only Jane could help him. "I'll go to the bar tomorrow. I'll make Lexa 'forget' that Jane used to work there," Willy said, making Lucas raise his eyebrows in confusion. "I just need to slap her with some stacks of money, and in no time, she won't even remember who Jane is." Lucas smiled as he shook his head, understanding Willy's words. Dealing with Lexa was quite challenging, but not as difficult as one might imagine. As long as there was money, everything will undoubtedly work out.

, "Attack on titans" Japan took a legal action of shutting down illegal manga sites on internet. It is to help the author gain profit by pursuing their readers to buy the official manga. So for otakus, this place could be another meaning of paradise. Not that... I'm one them. I got to know things like this because of Celine. "Wait. I'll prepare some sandwich and coffee for you. Stay there~" Dino ran out, leaving me alone.

“Freya, are these the Mating vows you wrote for Kaiden?” I reached out to take them back, but she tightened her grip first, the corner of her mouth lifting. She leaned closer, her voice low enough for only me to hear. “So what if I'm an impostor? They still spoil me.” “Freya, who would ever believe you?” The sound of paper tearing was painfully loud in the archive hall. My mind went blank. Seven years of vows, along with the farewell letter draft I had tucked inside, were torn into pieces. Scraps scattered across the floor.

Whatever he has to say, he's working himself up over it. Is it something bad? Okay, Hannah. Don't get mad and storm off. Let him finish, so we can completely be done with each other. He looks me dead in the eyes. “We need to enter into a fake engagement.”

The police released an official statement denying all rumors and accusations against me and them for bribery. Riding on the momentum, I then released a ton of evidence online. I wrote that Meryl was an impostor whose son committed marriage fraud to get the wife to look after her illegitimate twins. I then spent some more money to bump it up to the headlines. Paul appeared as well, backing up everything I said and bringing more traffic and attention to my post. After that, I set up a fund to help victims of marriage fraud divorce their partners. With that, my company also made the headline news as well. And because of our newfound popularity, many of our items sold out. We even received huge

I couldn't wait for my grandfather to pay the ransom and eventually rescue me. I need to make a move on my own. I pat myself and check all my pockets to see if I have something I can use as a weapon. I feel something pointy, it gives me hope. I pull it out only to find out its just a pen. But pens have pointy end and can be used as a weapon too. I decide to play the oldest trick in the book and fake illness to lure the guard inside. I press my palms against my stomach and start groaning loudly.

he blurted out without hesitation. "What?!" I almost fell from the chair I was sitting on. I stutter out of shock. "You…are…joking right?" "No. I meant what I said." "But we can't do that. You know the rules. The punishment for committing such is grave." I had to remind him. The punishment is serious because faking a mate bond is not only a crime but one was also lying against the Moon goddess. It's like telling everyone she paired two people when that isn't the case.

“Kill me now. I’m surrounded by people who think 'spontaneity' is choosing a different brand of sparkling water. I need you.” I waited, the blue bubble of my own text staring back at me. A second later, the dots appeared. “Lila:Are you wearing the blazer? Please tell me you’re wearing the blazer. I’m currently covered in charcoal and eating cold pizza. Want me to send a distraction? I could call in a fake fire drill.” A small, genuine smile cracked my mask. I started typing back, my thumbs moving fast, desperate to hold onto the "unpredictable" energy she radiated even through a screen.

But even if it sounds feminine, I really love it – I like my second name because it makes me feel like I have Japanese blood, and I like to watch and read isekai anime or manga about protagonists who are reincarnated in another world and become super strong. Just like that dream… Mundo da Fantasia. It’ll be nice if I get reincarnated to that beautiful world and be an overpowered character! Just like the newest anime I’m into. I’m actually looking forward to the next episode of that time I reincarnated as slime. Hays, Rimuru-sensei! Buttoning my shirt, I can’t help but notice how average my look is. I'm just a fat guy, cursed with a swarm of pimples on my face, cleavage, and back.