Fake Relationships Quotes Novels & Stories

"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.”

When I looked over again, she was staring at me with the strangest expression. Before I could ask, she said, “You really need to stop throwing around that word so casually.” “Saying what?” “Girlfriend… This stuff is fake, remember?” I smirked. “Why?” “Because it’s weird.” “You proposed this and I have to meet the expectations… wouldn’t want to be caught unaware.” I mused. “I proposed fake dating.” She corrected that frown on her face. “I did NOT propose you calling me your girlfriend every five seconds like you’ve been waiting your entire life to use the word.”

he said with a twisted smile. "Who even cares? Timothy wants to divorce you because you're a fake heiress, and Nancy left me for Timothy because I'm an imposter too, right? "Even our parents, who raised us for over 20 years, want us out of their lives. Isn't that right? "Adeline, we’re both pitiful creatures abandoned by the world. "We don't deserve to live in this world. We both deserve to die." My survival instincts kicked in as I sobbed uncontrollably. I kept pleading with my broken voice, "No, that's not true. We can still live good lives."

He smiled and pinched the bridge of my nose, “You didn't even allow me to finish, I haven't finished what I'm saying” “You mean you still have more?” He smiled and shook his head “When I mean I wanted us to date I was talking about fake dating” “Fake dating?” “Hmmm, it's going to help you take your mind off Liam and forget him completely” I scrunch my face cause I've not heard of something like that before, but it's not like I know a lot about relationships either, so yeah

That something real could come out of something so obviously fake? I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Get a grip, Valerie.” I pulled my phone out again, opening the pictures, staring at them longer this time, really looking, really seeing the way everything was framed so perfectly, so intentionally. Scrolling down to comments only to find hundreds and thousands of people tha really believed the cosplay just like i did. “Perfect couple.” “They look so in love.” “Goals.” “Real love still exists.” I scoffed, locking my phone again. “Fuck social media.”

“It’s not real. He only said it to—” “Not real?” She cut me off, eyes wide. “He announced it in front of the entire party, which was meant for his older brother. Your first crush, June. First you’re sucking his dick and swearing it was photoshopped, now it’s fake dating? I might not be the best at school stuff, but I’m not stupid.” Before I could answer, the classroom door swung open again. Bianca Pierce walked in like she owned the place. The entire room went quiet as every head turned toward her.

She asked again. “But—But I don’t know you.” “Duh…I know that.” She shifted her weight. “It’s not going to be real. It’ll be a fake relationship. I just need someone to play the part for a while. My ex won’t leave me alone unless there’s someone else in the picture.” Your ex who is already handled. Your father who has never listened to anything that inconvenienced him. But go on. “That’s—” I scratched the back of my neck. “I’m not good at fake.”