Fake Relationships Quotes Novels & Stories

My pulse quickened as I pulled out my phone and opened I*******m. There it was—a post of me and Aiden, arms wrapped tightly around each other, our faces so close it looked like we were sharing an intimate moment. The caption read, “Together forever—because some bonds can’t be broken.” My heart sank. It was a fake photo, edited and manipulated to look convincing, but I could see through the illusion. I scrolled down to the comments and my breath hitched when I saw Ryan’s comment: “At least you’re happy now. That’s all I ever wanted.”

“Man’s a bigger asshole than I thought.” “Will you help me out?” she asked. I sat up straighter, arms resting on my knees. “I pretend to date you until…” “The summer’s over. That’s just one month,” she added quickly. I nodded. “So, yeah, if I agree to date you for one month—” “Fake date,” she corrected. My lips tipped up. Funny. “What do you want out of it? Prove you’ve moved on? Doesn’t seem like it was much of a relationship if he jumped into bed with your sister. You’ll move on without—”

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

“Miss Park, the rumors have escalated. The media wants a follow-up. The board wants confirmation. We need evidence that our relationship is genuine.” “Evidence,” I repeat slowly. “Like a kiss?” He doesn’t even blink. “Precisely.” I throw my hands in the air. “Oh sure, why not! Let’s just kiss for the shareholders! Maybe next we can get engaged for better market visibility!” “Don’t be dramatic.” “I am dramatic. That’s literally in my personality description!” He sighs—the long-suffering sigh of a man realizing he fake-dated a gremlin with vocal cords. “It’s a simple solution. We’ll practice first to avoid awkwardness during the actual scene.”

Outside the window the city moved in its indifferent way, glass and light and distance, and I thought about how strange it was to be sitting in this office negotiating the terms of a fake relationship with a man I’d met over pasta and forced proximity twenty-four hours ago. “There’s something I haven't finished explaining last night,” Adrian said. I looked at him. “The reason my parents need to believe this is real.” He leaned back slightly, unhurried, choosing the words with the care of someone who didn’t use more than necessary. “There is someone I’ve been involved with. The relationship has become, in my parents’ view, a liability. Particularly my father. He’s given me a timeline.” “To en

A debt-collection machine. I had been a fixture at Lux Club since I was fifteen, navigating the smoke and the wandering hands of the city's elite. Now, at twenty, I was still drowning, gasping for air while I paid off the "debts" she claimed my father had incurred before the accident. “Well, Joan, your best is a disappointment! And from this moment on, you will speak to me with the respect I am owed. I wasn’t the one who sent your father—my husband—to an early grave. You did.”

I feel bitter. Who says relationship is sweet? fake relationship or not, it's fucking bitter and stressful!

“Something more me.” Ria wrinkles her nose. “You can’t wear that to a gala.” I groan. “Trust me, I know.” I keep flipping through hangers. Ellie lowers her voice. “I can’t believe you’re faking a relationship. This is like a movie. Where you fake a relationship so your parents won’t think you’re a loser on Christmas.” “I don’t think all movies does Rated R,” I say, and Ellie snort laughs. I smile, but it’s fleeting.

I nodded slowly. But the warmth from earlier—the snuggles, the flirting, the soft “I do”—was already dissolving under the chill of that single text. Whoever “E” was… they’d just made this fake relationship very, very real.