Fake Saint Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" "I'm Lauren. Lauren Astor." The sound of Sofia choking splits right down the middle of our conversation. But still... not a single bell rings for me. Should I recognize the name? Sofia sure does. "I'm Damien's cousin." "Oh." Embarrassment overtakes me at the thought of his family member overhearing our entire conversation. She must think we have poor manners, truly from a lower class. My heart hammers to rewrite my mistake. "Look... I didn't mean to call Priscilla a—"

Clausfford's nervousness and eagerness are reflected in the tapping of his fingers on the wood of his desk. “Oh, I see, you walk your bitch under a fake ID, steal millions, and then have her choke on your dick. It's okay, I don't judge you, for meat like that anyone does nonsense - he does drink her liquor inviting me to do the same -. By the way, she was a beautiful woman, where did you get her from? I want one like that. I heard you work for the SCU, is that where women carved with the bodies of goddesses come from?

I knew he was in love with me and interested in only me. "Well…" I started, then I went on to tell them everything. I started from when I started drug dealing and went on to how I got fired by Alessandro to how I went back for the job which resulted in a series of events after that. Surprisingly, they listened attentively and didn't interrupt as I told them about Alessandro coming back for me on my twentieth birthday and how I lied to them about it. I also told them about how Professor Mark's real name was Romano Luciano and that he was also in the mafia. Cathy almost interrupted when we got to that part, but Spencer had to cover her mouth with his hand.

“A fake relationship is a fineable offense, but a fake engagement is corporate fraud, and if the board catches us lying about a marriage, they won't just fire me—they’ll blackball my license and sue you for breach of contract." "They won't catch us because we aren't going to look like we're lying," Stefan said, his strides effortless as he closed the distance between us again, his massive frame completely cutting off the exit until I was trapped between his chest and the brickwork, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the sharp metallic tang of the arena air.

Could she possibly see from a different kind of sight? "Dante, isn't it?" Strauss acknowledged his fake name. Dante, no surname. Aged 34. Grew up on the streets. No known family. Just a ghost who suddenly existed with the name Dante. Except that that information was all faked. "Yes," Brandon replied. Strauss took out a card from his jacket's pocket and passed it to him, "I'm Kennedy Strauss. Maybe you've heard of my name around here." Around here, around everywhere.

Yet, he couldn't stop thinking about her. A soft knock broke through his thoughts. He turned just as the door opened and closed quietly behind his head of security. Stone stepped forward, stopping about four feet away from his boss. His face was grave. “Speak,” Gabriel said, his voice low and cold. Stone exhaled deeply. “The results are fake, sir. The hospital—it doesn’t exist.” Gabriel’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, knuckles whitening as anger flashed across his face.

Or where to turn. Aiden sends me a picture of himself, shirtless. He's flexing his muscles. His lips are puckered. His curly blond hair has my stomach in knots. He deserves a real female. He's the bachelor lion that anyone could have. And for some reason, he chose me. And now we are fake. I always thought I would avoid fake. But here it is, knocking on my door. Fake is for Brittany. Brittany wears make-up, which I call fake-up. She's an actress, but this year, I'm an actress. The school is my stage.

"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?!"

She believes I killed her sister, and according to her, she has proof. ‘So you let her blackmail you, even when you know the proof is probably fake?’ I asked him. ‘I try not to see it that way,’ he answered. ‘She’s the sister of someone I used to love. That’s a different bonding altogether.’ ‘And what did she mean by a cheap photocopy?’ I asked, recalling that Stan had also said I looked exactly like the girl he had buried ‘Maya’s just crazy,’ he shrugged. ‘She’s had so much to drink. I could smell the alcohol all over her.’

lut. I was so embarrassed, I faked being sick just to stay home. My mom didn’t buy it, but I convinced her that I was too heartbroken and needed a break. My eyes pricked, and I blinked rapidly to stop tears from falling. "Oh, sweety, come here." Sienna scooped closer on the couch and gave me a hug. "If I had known this beforehand, I would never have agreed to work for the AMR group. Do you want me to quit?"