Fake Relationships Quotes Novels & Stories

"When exactly did you become my cousin's fiancée?" I let out a weak groan and walked back over to the bed, dropping my face into the pillow. "It's not what it looks like, Liz. It was a total misunderstanding. He thought I was the actress he hired to play his fiancée. He saw me outside and thought I was her." Liz stared at me for a second, then burst out laughing "Wait, so Marcus hired a fake fiancée to get his mom off his back? Honestly, that is so like him. But wait, why are you playing along with it?"

She said, sarcasm heavy on her tongue. “I’m not implying anything, I’m just making sure we’re on the same page. We can’t…it’s not happening, ever.” “I just got out of a relationship, and as you can see, it ended badly, so bad that I’m sitting across from YOU. Discussing parameters of a fake relationship. The last thing that’s going to happen, is me, falling in love with you. As a matter of fact, I think that concept is overated, so you can sleep easy cassanova.”

in front of the people and the media. " Whatever, what do you want?" " can't we have a plain old simple conversation for the sake of old times?" He pleaded. " There aren't no old times, we weren't even friends or age mates. Except for the part that our families are well known in the society." " Okay! Okay! Then let's talk for the sake of our soon-to-be relationship." I rolled my eyes and chuckled. " it's a fake relationship. And also, I don't want to have a conversation with you. Go to bed already." I mumbled blatantly. Being yokelish was my signature, no one could stop it.

“It’s not like that. It’s just part of the act. Damon’s mom needed to believe he’s serious about someone, so he brought me in. End of story.” “But is it, though?” Yas asked, leaning forward with a wicked gleam in her eye. “Because fake relationships have this funny way of… I don’t know, turning real when you least expect it.” “Yas,” I warned, narrowing my eyes. “I’m just saying!” she laughed, holding her hands up defensively. “You’re spending all this time together, pretending to be in love. Feelings could sneak up on you. Happens all the time in those rom-coms you secretly love.”

“Why? This is fake. You can do whatever” “Why would I need anyone else when I have you?” My breath faltered. My whole body tensed. “Don’t say things like that,” I whispered. “But it’s true,” he said. “I’m not built for real relationships. I don’t like them. But you... you’re perfect for me. A perfect arrangement.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. For a moment, I almost let myself believe there was something real behind his words. Idiot. Of course it wasn’t real. If it were, we wouldn’t need to pretend.

“And we need answers that align.” I paused. “…Align?” “Yes.” I exhaled slowly, the realization settling in. “You mean we need a story.” “Correct.” I let out a humorless laugh. “So we’re officially building a fake relationship now.” "It's more like building a narrative.” Quin corrected. “Call it whatever you want, it’s still a lie.” “It’s a controlled version of events.” I rolled my eyes. “You really have a way of making everything sound less insane than it actually is.”

He said with a wink and smile but I felt something that was hidden beneath the surface called humor. Was he in love with someone? I went near him as I wanted to talk to him. " Ok, but then you must try harder. You must be serious about someone first." " I tried once but it didn't work... Let it be. " He said with a fake smile. " Why do I have a feeling that there is someone somewhere you really like?" " It doesn't matter... " " I think it does..." " Let it be Maurvi... Don't try to get things out of me. Are you a mind reader? "

“This is fake.” “All relationships are fake in the beginning,” Zara replied instantly. “People literally meet strangers and pretend they’re emotionally stable until feelings show up and destroy everybody.” “That is the worst relationship advice I’ve ever heard.” “And yet you’re listening carefully.” Unfortunately…She wasn’t wrong, because somewhere beneath all the arguing and teasing, Adrian had already started slipping into places inside my mind where temporary people weren’t supposed to stay. That realization sat heavily in my chest while Zara watched me too carefully through the screen.

“Blair, before I forget, could you please be honest to your boss about your lack of a high-school degree? I don't have any confidential documents to prove this, but I'm sure he can easily confirm my statement. Have a nice day” With that, I left the room. It was petty, but I couldn’t avoid it. -MATT- Two weeks. We've been on the road for almost two weeks. Sure, the rangers are moving further, but being far away from home for a long time is making me restless. I miss my life in New York. I miss her. Our fake marriage seems more authentic than many other real relationships I've had in the past. Every day after training, I look forward to going back to the apartment, our home.

I watch until he disappears into the clubhouse. Back in my hotel room, I order room service. Pick at a salad. Can't taste anything. The Holidate Pact document is still open on my laptop. The words I wrote last night. *The problem with fake relationships turning real is that real relationships hurt. Really hurt. And when you're used to protecting yourself with distance and lies, vulnerability feels like bleeding out in public.* *She told him to leave because she was scared. He left because he was broken. And now they're both alone, pretending this is what they wanted.*