Fake Romance Novels & Stories

he said and laugh but I didn't care about what he's saying I just want to have sex with him. "Ahhh" "Ohh, Ugh" "Uhm" All you wanna hear in cubicles is our moan. I don't know if someone can hear us but I faster thrusting and after a minute with both reached our orgasm. We fixed our clothes before we go out but on the side of the door bathroom, Ralph was there and looked hurt. I came back to my sense and I realized that I hurt the person who treats me special and made me feel loved but I cano teach my heart to love him because someone already owns my heart and it's Genesis.

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

She logged on to the site with a fake ID, ready to blast those idiots with her comments when she paused. A comment had made her stop and Rina stared at it, her breath coming out ragged with rage. Her finger hovered over it for a long time, as she felt her heart squeezed inside her. /This is fake news! It's common knowledge that Damien Romero doesn't love Rina and her clingy self. And besides, I heard that finale model is his Ex-wife! No wonder, he came out to society after such a long time! He's obviously still in love with her!/

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

he murmured, smiling. And just like that, for the first time that night, Rhian let out a quiet laugh—a soft, broken sound that somehow began to mend something inside her. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she thought. Rhian leaned in closer, her perfume—a sweet mix of jasmine and vanilla—drifting up between them. Damon noticed. It was intoxicating, just like her. She tilted her head, her rosy cheeks still cradled by her palms, and gazed up at him through fluttering lashes. “You know…” she began, her voice soft and slurred, “if you’re gonna sit here… you might as well marry me.”

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

Her smile was sugary, her voice loud enough for strangers to hear. “So, you know… big news coming soon,” she said to her friends as they sat at a café. One of them blinked. “About what?” Charity gave a slow, dramatic wink. “Engagement things.” “Engagement?” another friend asked. “To who?” Charity waved her hand like the answer was obvious. “Leon. Who else?” The girls exchanged glances — uncomfortable ones. “I thought you guys ended things,” one whispered. “We never ended,” Charity shot back confidently. “People just like drama. Leon knows where home is. And soon, you’ll all see.”

Amber’s face crumpled. “I accepted her long ago.” “Then act like it.” Amber stepped out of the car. “It is not that simple…I have accepted it and I love her so much, You know that !!! .” Maltilda crossed her arms. “What else is there?” Amber’s voice dropped. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Maltilda stared at her. Amber continued. “What if this is a forbidden romance?” Maltilda let out a bitter laugh. “You were once in a forbidden romance yourself.”

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]