Fake Relationships Quotes Novels & Stories

“I wanted a fake relationship, not a fake marriage.” “Aren't they the same thing?” “No!” Infuriated, I hit him on his arm, but he barely flinched. Show off. “What do you want?!” “I want us to have a fake marriage. It's still a fake relationship; we won't get married.” “And what if someone suspects?” “The same excuse. Just for a few months, and then we are done. Besides, I already need all those fans off my back. If they find out that I am with someone already, they'll back off.”

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.”

“So what’s Zane really like? Everyone knows he’s hot, but is he actually nice? Or just camera stuff.” I opened my mouth, then closed it. Not trusting myself not to say the truth. ”He’s complicated.” I said with a nervous laugh. The brunette laughed, crossing her arms. “Aren’t they all?” ”Is it real though?” The auburn haired girl leaned in, voice dropping like we were sharing secrets. “Like actually a couple?” My fingers tightened around the glass. “It’s real.” I lied, through my teeth. “He’s so sweet, I sometimes forget we’re dating. Then I remember he’s actually mine.”

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

“I am happy, Ryder. With you… in this fake relationship we’re in. What would it be like if we do it for real?” He smiled back at me. “A hundred times better,” he promised. “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep,” I warned him. “I’ve had my fair share of broken promises already.” “I know. I'm not making any promises I can't keep. I promise if you take a risk with me, it will be a hundred times better!” he said seriously.

I want to end this conversation with him so bad. "In terms of making people believe we are in a relationship, posting pictures on social media helps. But let's not rush it. Let's just go out fiesta and let people discover our so-called relationship," I told him, dismissing the previous topic. "Do you have a social media account?" He nodded. "I*******m." "How about F******k?" "I only have i*******m," he replied with finality. "Old," I snorted. "I don't find F******k useful."

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

“Then fake date.” “What?” I pause for her to laugh, then snort at her ridiculous idea when I realize she’s serious. “This isn't one of your cliche rom-com novels, Bibah.” She smacks my arm, hard this time. “Shut up.” Her eyes glint with determination as she carries on, explaining. “You only have to fake it until graduation, which is in like… weeks from now. It’ll at least solve half of your problems. Let the school think you’re happy and in love so your reputation doesn’t take another hit, work with him so both of you don’t flunk Mate 101, and then mutually dump each other like the dumb-asses that you are after graduation.”

“I don’t even like you, Titus, and you never have liked me. What in the hell makes you think we can make a fake relationship work?” “It doesn’t have to work,” I explained, folding my arms. “It just has to be believable. Smile, pretend you like me, kiss my cheek, whatever. Just be nice. You know, like normal people do?” “Ha! Joker.” She glared at me. “No. I won’t do it. I won’t be your fake little bitch so you can keep your ass out of trouble.”

Dante asked. The guests were already clearly visible. A few of them noticed us and turned to stare. As I turned to face him, I noticed more and more people turning to look. A phone's camera light flashed somewhere. “Yes, I have. Note that's it's contract wife though, not a real wife. Just to save your image,” I said. Dante studied me for a moment, as though wondering what could have made me change my mind so quickly. “Alright,” he finally said, and I could almost see the internal shrug. “I will ring my lawyer now.”