Fake Relationships Quotes Novels & Stories

“No. I’m saying it because… weirdly, you’re the only person I can talk to like this lately. No filter.” I winced. “Wow. So even in a fake relationship, I’m your emotional sponge.” “It’s a fair deal. You get free hot chocolate and all my childhood trauma.” I laughed, even though it stung a little. Because I got it. That feeling of carrying something heavy inside, too raw to say aloud. But sometimes, even if the relationship is fake, the moments become real. “Wanna know what I used to dream about?” I asked, raising my mug like a toast.

She just wanted to vent, but in one minute, the comments flew past a thousand. "Take a bouquet of dead roses or an engagement plaque with the names spelled wrong. Expose their fake romance! If you lose the job, who cares? You deserve better than taking that stress." "You are living in a movie! I hope this isn't made up! Waiting for updates!" "Send them a 'special' gift! Like matching mugs that say 'Wishing you brief happiness,' or hang a banner that says, 'Stop pretending, we all know what's up.' They'll be humiliated in front of everyone!"

Maria and Daniel arriving together. His hand at her back. Her smiling. The headlines were shifting. Less question. More assumption. He stared at the screen for a while. Didn’t say anything. Then he locked his phone and set it down. “Fake dating,” he said quietly. Still— The image didn’t leave. ⸻ Back at the auction, Daniel leaned slightly closer. “You’re doing well.” “At pretending?” “Yes.” I glanced at him. “For someone who doesn’t believe in relationships, you’re very convincing.”

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

I didn’t find it necessary because I never knew I’d one day stare at them. I scrolled through the pictures. Her hugging me. Me not hugging her back. Her smiling. Me staring at the camera like someone kidnapped me. None of them looked real. Not even one. I opened i*******m and went straight to Brian’s page. I looked at the last pictures he posted. Annoying comments all over… then I commented. **“Fake smiles don’t make a relationship real. Some couples act close for photos. But behind the camera, they’re strangers.”**

I accidentally discovered that my boyfriend's group chat with his friends had a nickname for me: the "Prank Endurance Queen." Every month, they held a vote to decide what they would do to me next. Some suggested pretending my boyfriend wanted to break up with me. Others wanted him to sleep with his girl best friend, Yvonne Mercer. Someone even put up two thousand dollars, betting on how long it would take me to cry after I found her pregnancy test report. For the past three years, I'd thought every one of those incidents had just been some terrible coincidence. Then tonight, they tricked me into coming to what I thought was my own proposal. There were roses, a ring, even a live band. Cole La

A matured feminine voice comments. "Or what if they're not even in a real relationship? What if it's an arranged one?" A voice that settles between feminine and masculine asked. It was as if the question made them all go quiet, even Dave was now peering silently at me. "I didn't know rich people also have the talent of spreading fake rumours" I managed to joke in a whisper. Dave's deep chuckle filled my ears. "They're best at it" He says it like he's not also a rich guy.

she said making me pause, what's that supposed to mean "Usually situations like this the first thing offered is a contract, which is a prove of a fake relationship, you can't just take people's word for it when it comes to situations like this but I didn't see one with you," she said making me think, that's true actually I never thought of that, he did say let's make a deal but we just said them without any form of a written contract "Which is perfect, that way it seems more real and maybe it will lead to something more," she said

“Us. Together. Holding hands at some market, me laughing at your dumb jokes, you kissing my cheek at a banquet. Whatever makes us look stupidly in love. People eat that crap up. They’ll forget the rumors in a week.” He stared at me for a long second. Then I laughed. Real laugh, head back. “You want to fake date me. Publicly.” “Exactly.” He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “You know what happens when people pretend something long enough?” I crossed my arms. “What?” “They start believing it. And then they become it.” My stomach flipped but I kept my face blank. “Not gonna happen.” He smirked. “Wanna bet?” I lifted my chin. “Name your terms.”

Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy. "That's everything I need. Thank you, Mr and Mrs Cartelli. And congratulations." "Yes, congratulations," the officiant added. I smiled at them as they exited the room, none the wiser to the real situation at hand. We'd completely lied to two people of importance about our love for one another, and it felt like I should be put into a jail cell right away. Or slapped. "Wonderful job, Rosanna," said Leo, once they were gone. "I almost believed you'd had some warning." His smile was sweet but edged, as he glanced at my father.