Fake Relationships Quotes Novels & Stories

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

Lucy pointed out and I think she's wrong. " Our lives, we can lose that and I don't want to die because of a fake relationship." I pointed out. " Then make it real so that it can be all worth it." She said teasingly which made me laugh. " Are you not scared of her?" I asked curiously.

“You know, to make the fake dating look real.” But the photo doesn’t look right. I lean closer, snapping another, then another. Still not good enough. I step carefully over his legs to get a better angle from the left, but my foot catches on a book—and I fall. Right onto his waist. “Shit,” I gasp, nearly dropping my phone. My pulse rockets. His eyes open—wide, confused, then focused on me. “What are you doing?” he asks, voice groggy but sharp. “Taking a picture! For my Instagram—to show people we’re not fake dating!” I blurt out.

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

Guys who didn’t deserve a girl like Mimi. I hit another puck so hard the stick vibrated painfully in my grip. My phone buzzed again. I ignored it. I didn’t want to read another message from her if she was saying something stupid like: Danny didn’t mean it. He’s just confused. Or: He’s still my family, Frank… Or the one I dreaded most: Maybe we should take a break from this fake dating thing. Fake dating. Fake. Fake. Fake. I hated that word. Because somewhere deep inside not that I’d ever admit this out loud I didn’t want it to be fake anymore.

"Here's my card." ​ Without another word, he opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone in the sudden silence of my room. ​ I sank down onto the edge of my bed, staring at the black card. I knew he had thrown me a massive lifeline last night, and I genuinely wanted to repay his kindness... but a fake relationship with an NHL superstar was just too high of a price. Cole had already destroyed my trust. If I entered a fake relationship with a guy like Ethan, I was definitely going to end up catching real feelings and getting hurt. I couldn't risk my mental health like that.

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

“I get that. I’m in business. Numbers don’t lie but they also don’t care if you’re tired.” We kept talking like that. Jokes flying around the table. Ryan teased Jace about being soft lately. Cole and I bonded over how annoying group projects were. Jace’s hand brushed mine under the table a couple times. Not on purpose but it stayed there longer the second time. At one point Ryan raised his glass. “To fake relationships that look better than most real ones.” I choked on my drink. Jace shot him a look but he was smiling. “Shut up, man,” Jace said, but there was no heat in it.

“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.”