Fake Relationship Books Novels & Stories

“Stay out of this, Maddox. This is a family situation…. Let's talk, Willow.” Everyone was silent with anticipation, but Delaney was glaring daggers at me. “Willow, you don't have to go.” Kian, reassure me. “ I was conflicted between these two men—my brother on one hand. The guy I was fake dating on the other. “It won't take long. I promise.” I peel his hand off, and Lucas drags me to God knows where. “What are you doing, Willow?” “Excuse me. I don't understand.”

“I don’t want to do this. But she’s asking for it. I can’t ignore her request. She’s not well, Celeste. I’d do anything to make her happy, even if it means this.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re asking me to fake date you?” “Exactly. It’s simple. We pretend for her, give her the peace of mind she wants. I’ll compensate you for your time. It’s a contract, nothing more. Public appearances, monthly payments—nothing personal. His tone was blunt, no trace of emotion slipping through. He was treating this like a business deal, and I knew better than to expect anything more. Leo had always kept his emotions hidden, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

But as he walks away, he turns back and leans in close to me. “Oh, and keep this to yourself.” He whispers in my ear, and then he is gone. Wait, what just happened?! Did the arrogant and rude Reid Grayson just propose I enter into a fake relationship with him?! God, as if my day couldn’t get any worse. **** It's Sunday evening, and I am staring at my laptop screen with Reid's suggestion still on replay in my head. A fake relationship? Was I that desperate to write this book? Ugh, the answer would be a resounding yes and yes.

"All right, Mr. Heathrow. Now let's discuss strategy. Believability is the first rule of fake relationships. The general public must purchase it. Therefore, even if the story is completely made up, it must have an authentic feel. With a hint of humor returning to his voice, he said, "And you've already nixed the storm stranded strangers in a tiny motel room' version?""Unfortunately, yes,"she sighed. "Too ridiculous for a professional sportsman. It shouts "one-night stand,"not "soulmates."We require something relatable and uncliched that evokes a sense of destiny.

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

" What did I do now? I haven't done anything. We barely know each other or have spoken. How have I changed it? Poor woman; I can see in her eyes that she longs for something that will never happen. I don't think I can handle this; I don't know how much longer I can keep up this charade. Once our fake relationship ends, it will disappoint many if this deception is discovered. I hope Daniel never tells them; he doesn't want to see this sad woman. I say goodbye to Tabby and head to the room, entering in silence. Luckily, the light is out, so I rush to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

The handwritten title stares back at me: "Unspoken Vows." A romance story about two people caught in a fake marriage, slowly unraveling the walls they built around themselves. Sounds familiar. Yes. My first book is about me and Asher.

"Why are you flipping out?" "Because... because..." Val’s mind was a static mess. It felt like a violation. Had he bought them to laugh at? To mock the "soft" guy who wrote about fated mates while playing a blood sport? If he made one joke—just one—Val was gone. He’d walk back to Valentina’s Bayside Condo and never look at a puck again. "You told me it was all fake," Finn started. "That the sex in books isn't real, and no guy is that good, right?"

I told him everything. Not the polished version. The messy, rambling, word-vomit version. How Rowan and I weren't even supposed to be real. How it started as this stupid revenge plot against my ex Caleb who's apparently the queen bitch of the universe and my twin sister Ava, who dated Caleb, Rowan's old teammate and my lover before he ghosted me for her. So we faked it. Public dates, I*******m posts, the whole show. And then friends with benefits snuck in because why not, right? Make it believable. Make it hurt them more when they saw how "happy" we were.