Fake Romance Novels & Stories

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

Nah, he doesn't look more than four. Did Louisa move on immediately he left New York for Australia five years ago? Is she that cold-hearted? it can't be. Although it turned out to be based on deceit, their love was intense and very reciprocal while it lasted. He had never seen anyone love as hard as she did. So, the possibility of her getting into another romantic affair immediately after him is low. Kingsley steps into the back seat of his silver Lamborghini, releasing the top button of his tuxedo for comfort. Hardy closes the door after him and then turns around to put the car in motion.

“I’m not asking for romance, Cameron. I’m asking you to put your hands on me before I scream from lack of touch.” He should have stepped back. Should have remembered the corner office he was days away from, the stock options, the life he had bled for. Instead he stared at her mouth and felt his control snap like cheap thread. She felt it too. Her pupils blew wide. “Tomorrow,” she whispered, “you’ll sit across from my husband and pretend you’ll remember exactly how I taste. And you’ll still want more.” She rose on her toes and brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth, barely a kiss, more a promise. Then she picked up the bottle, turned, and walked out.

“But Maybe that’s why they’re giving you to him. And don’t ever imagine he will fall for you. This isn’t a romance novel, Amara. This is real life. And when he’s done with you…. he’ll break you. Like glass.” “Pahhhhhhhhhh” Bianca make a sound of broken glass

Ryan took the seat beside her, the space between them smaller than it used to be. “So,” he began, breaking the comfortable silence, “you never did tell me why you hate rom-coms so much.” Amber rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “They’re unrealistic. No one falls in love that quickly. And don’t even get me started on the grand gestures—they’re so overdone.” “Not a fan of a good airport chase scene, huh?” he teased, earning a soft laugh from her. “Absolutely not. If someone tried to chase me through an airport, I’d probably call security,” she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Reo only felt annoyed with Jack, so the images of his kind behavior towards Jack were always in his mind. "Jack, it's true what romantic male characters say in romance novels. Missing is heavy. Very, very hard. I miss you, Jack. I wanted to meet you, but... I'm afraid. I'm embarrassed. I don't want you to feel disgusted, because make friends with someone like me." Reo gave a forced smile. "Gay man who openly confesses in front of a man he loves, even though I know ... that Jack is a normal man, not an abnormal like me."

“That wasn’t for them.” My breath hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “That’s what scares me.” He didn’t respond, not with words. He looked at me so intently it almost felt like an answer. And then my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand like the world was done giving us space. I reached for it, blinking against the notifications flashing back. WOLF GALA ROMANCE SPARKS CONTROVERSY! HUMAN MATE OR PACK PROBLEM? Is Lord Marrock Serious or Staged?

Alexis," I replied in a recent moment. Ryan reached out and grabbed my hand. His hand was so cold, not like any boy I knew before. Ryan had been looking at me for such a long time that I felt weird. But when I frowned to ask him, he suddenly smiled and didn't take anything into consideration. "You must be some kind of international student?" "Yes... so?" Ryan lifted an eyebrow, his face was excited: "It's great getting to know an international student like you, and also a very cute girl." "This is Scarlee." Ryan pointed to the curly blonde and introduced more people behind him. "Amber." The girl standing behind Ryan had short sepia hair. She nodded her head at me.

She needed a second chance. He needed a fake fiancée. A ninety-day contract was supposed to solve all their problems—until stolen kisses felt real, a fake engagement became a forced marriage, and betrayal threatened to destroy everything they had built. In a world where love is the biggest gamble, will they walk away when the contract ends, or fight for a forever neither of them expected?