Novel & Cerita Fake Relationships Quotes

If two people are set on driving their exes insane and regrettably like each other enough, by talking on the Internet, to parade each other around, don't you think they actually have a shot at actually falling in love for real? "Uh, no, because we're in a fake relationship, and the only thing I find that's real is the desire to spoon out your eyeballs every time you get under my skin." He snorted. "You're going to sit there, with a straight face, and say you hate me in the same manner you did when we met on that curb a few days ago?" "That doesn't count. You're literally helping me with Grav and money and-" The rest of my speech perished on my tongue. Huh. He had a point.

he blurted out of nowhere. “Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He smirked. “Of course not. I am serious. Let’s get married. Let’s make this whole thing real. We were supposed to get married anyway. Remember, we are still engaged.” “Oh my gosh, you still remember that fake engagement?” “That engagement brings us closer together, thanks to your dad.” “I wonder how dad would react if he knew about our relationship.”

I crossed my legs over,my shoulders dropped slightly. “So what's it you want us to talk about?.” I questioned,my voice a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “ I know our relationship is falsified and is not real. I know we are being fake about being boyfriends and girlfriends but I'd like us to be more than that. I want our relationship to deepen beyond the shallowness of the feigning. I want it to be real and concrete. What do you have to say about this." Ron asked,his eyes locked onto me , pleading with me to reason and understand.

"Let's fake a relationship," he said lowly. She furrowed her eyebrows. "And what are we going to do then?" "Like, we can go on dates and stuff–like pretend we're together," he explained. Hazel frowned, not really knowing what Zac was implying. "So, you mean we pretend to actually be a couple? Like one of those reality shows?" "That's right!" Zac gave her a thumbs up. "I know that you haven't been in love before, so I'll make sure to make this experience unforgettable."

“The tension between you guys’re no joke. We even doubted whether you were exes or something” I scoffed, “As if I’d date him” “What’d you say?” Kyle raised an eyebrow. “Nothing.” I fake smiled. “I was just saying to myself that you’re too good for me, Kyle Miller aka Mr. Pickles” I fluttered my eyes innocently. “Don’t call me that!” “Oh, I will, mister” I smiled evilly. “Then I’ll call you Quote Schmuck too” he grinned back. “See if I care,” I flipped off my hair.

Also, I don't think I'm ready if people start spreading rumors that I'm sleeping with the CEO without really giving a shit that we're not just sleeping with each other— it's not like we have— but we're actually in a relationship. " Naomi." I hear Amber's voice as I pull out my phone from inside my bag. " Hi, Amber. Do you need anything?" I give her one of my thousands of fake smiles. Kill them with kindness—even if it's fake, and they might just realize they're not worth your time. " Not really. Just checking on you, making sure you're okay." " Why won't I be okay?" I ask her, at the same time my phone vibrates. It's a text message notification.

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

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?"