Novel & Cerita Fake Relationships Quotes

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

I can’t find the right words as I have a sort of mental breakdown. “They’re pretty fucking rich, huh? It’s overwhelming, but don’t let it get to you. These people hide behind the luscious garden and fancy fountains. We’re different, but at the end of the day, we’re all pretty fucked up one way or another. There’s a reason the quote ‘fake it ‘til you make it’ became so popular, and it’s not just because of our demographic. Even they have to fake it, too. So don’t sweat it, girly. Chin up, take some shots, and flaunt that ass your mama gave you.” Wise words by Naya Jones, everybody.

"Say something nonsense." "Oh, yes, sorry, inappropriate words, but you ... it's not easy to find a girlfriend, I am your student, if it is known, it will have a great impact on us." "What's the matter, you're already twenty years old. This is a society where love and freedom are understood. Besides, it just tells you to pretend, it doesn't make you take it seriously." That being said, but ... "Can it be true that you want to do a fake show with me?"

The car rumbles to life again and pulls back onto the road. I cross my arms and stare out the window, heart still thumping hard in my chest. “This is why I don’t do fake relationships,” I mutter. Cameron chuckles beside me. “You’d rather be shot at in a real one?” I shoot him a glare. “If I die because of you, I swear I’ll haunt you.” He grins. “Wouldn’t be the first time a woman’s threatened me from beyond the grave.” “Not funny.” “No. But it made you look at me.”

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

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.”