Fake Princess Novels & Stories

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

“I made no such promise! I never promised you anything!” “I am told that you’re not the real princess,” he said. “You’re a fraud. You have used the power of magic to conceal your real face.” “That is ridiculous!” she said and scoffed. “I am the real princess. I am the one who has power over that kingdom. I would never give it to you, that’s for sure!” “Really?” he asked. “There is someone who wants to prove to you otherwise. She is with me, and she will quickly show us whether you are yelling the truth or not.”

"You were given shares in a fake company. They're not worth anything." I hung up without responding, just laid there in my hospital bed staring at nothing while the reality of my situation crashed down on me. Princess's mother hadn't just tried to kill me. She'd also cheated me. Given me fake shares to make me think I was getting something valuable, when really I was getting nothing at all. They'd played me completely. Made me humiliate myself and Princess at our own wedding, made me run off with another woman in front of everyone we knew, made me burn every bridge I had with the woman I'd been planning to marry.

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s:

I took her hand in mine, placing it on my lips gently, before kissing her fingers softly, playing up to the boyfriend roll we were discussing. “I will see what I can do. I am sure somewhere in his back catalog, Stud Muffin has the option of being a good boy, just for you.” I winked back. "But, in all seriousness, while it may not have been us previously, it is the new us. Keeping up appearances and all. But, if you did need some convincing, which I should hope you don't, because that could mortally wound your man, you know? But, just in case, your Stud Muffin promises whatever food you want until you are so full you are close to popping. Oh, and dessert too, because I know how important dess

There was no excess fabric, only a sculpted waist and graceful legs ending in ankles that rested elegantly in crystal heels—like butterfly wings poised to take flight. Adriana pinched the strip of fabric she had torn and dropped it in front of Anna’s feet. Her smile bloomed, delicate and ephemeral—like a cherry blossom dancing on the April breeze. Anna’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “So what? That still doesn’t change the fact it’s a fake. Do you think everyone here is blind?” A few of Anna’s supporters chimed in quickly, “Exactly. A fake is a fake. And our Anna is the real Phantom daughter. Even if you rip it all apart, it won’t make it authentic!”

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."

Then she got up to leave before anyone had chance to reply. Samantha couldn't help herself. She walked over to the paper and lifted it to read. " PLAYGIRL PRINCESS SHACKS UP FOR A STEAMY THREESOME IN NEW REALITY SHOW " LIVING LIKE ROYALTY"." Samantha reads the headline with horror but rather reads on then to see the expression on Katie's face. When she finally mustered enough courage, she was surprised to find that Katie looked amused, very amused in fact!

Weird woman. When I am already outside the bar, I look sideways to see where she is and my eyes narrow in confusion when I spotted her not too far from the exit and a van pulled over in front of her. It took me a minute to realize what’s going on. I saw that the men inside the bar who are also wearing black outfits are forcing her to enter the van. I immediately tried to think of a way to help her and saw a bouncer with a gun in his hand, I stole it away, not minding his reaction. I aimed the gun in the direction of the van and fired, careful not to shoot Shane. My sudden appearance probably shocked the black outfit men and didn’t expect me there. The two guys let go of Shane’s arms and the

There was a Television on the shelf to the right but I didn't use it much. I sipped my coffee. On a good day, I could pick up the cup, take a sip and return it to the saucer, and if you were sitting at the table right next to me, you would never know I was in a good mood. The challenge was to see how long I could carry out the deception Before the person sitting next to me realized the truth. And believe me, the moment they do, they give themselves away. Some began to use it for their gain sweet-talking while some tried to manipulate me. As if their manipulation could work on me. They are seriously delusional.