Fake Saint Novels & Stories

Kendrick explained to me and handed me the robe, I reached the robe but I still didn't get up. "It's okay, Kenny. I really appreciate your help but we all know that there's no way I can escape this place." I replied sadly to Kendrick and tried to smile at him so that he would somehow feel better about my situation. But Kendrick is a smart kid and he knows that I'm faking it.

Alexia Skylar Hale To be honest, killing was easy for me. Showing no emotions and killing them, the enemies. Here i go again, killing for my father. Its my job as li fantasma or as in english, “The ghost,” but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course.

"Nah, once the house's in my name, I'll throw in some fake old tenants, stage a squat, and fake a meltdown. You guys can keep watching the trainwreck." The other guy lost it. "You're insane! Freakin' genius!" I staggered back, stomach twisting like I'd been punched. So the whole bankruptcy thing? Just one big scam. All those skipped meals, late nights counting coins, working through burn after burn—none of it even mattered to him. Not even as a joke. Then his friend asked, low, "Jack, you really feel nothing for her?" Jack laughed, ice-cold. "Feelings? For some cheap girl like her? Not worth it."

"I’m here for Susan Carpenter...my Aunt. I’ve come to take her body for burial." The mortician studied her briefly, asked a few routine questions, and then reached for a clipboard. Jennifer had prepared everything...the fake name, the story, the small envelope of cash she handed over without hesitation. Papers were signed, receipts exchanged. The mortician gave the usual instructions and nodded to the men who handled the coffins. Outside, two attendants carried Susan’s coffin toward a van Jennifer had booked. She watched them approach, her heart steady but her palms damp. As the coffin passed, she exhaled slowly.

Like he did not know what to do, nor what to say. ‘Laugh it off.’ Shira suggested. I laughed. A fake, put on laughter, all for the benefit of Zaine. “Too much drink, again, I think.” I rested my head upon his shoulder and he smiled. “Yeah?” His expression was unreadable. “Imagine tolerating you for longer than I needed to.” He quickly added, all but repeating my earlier words, and I smiled, glad that he wasn’t making this awkward. He seemed to have taken the get out I had offered. He did not want to use my offer of a fake relationship to trick his parents so he was not forced into an arranged marriage. I understood that. We were good as friends. I cannot imagine us as anything else, fake or

Stella was about to lose her temper when Renea stopped her. Sophia looked surprised and said, “Are they really fake? How could they be fake? Did you run out of money, sell the real tickets and buy fake ones to try and pass off?” Sophia’s voice was moderate, but it was enough for the fans of Richard who were queuing for ticket checks around them to hear her. They shot angry glances in response. Then, Sophia proudly entered the venue with her ticket. Stella clenched her fist and rebuked, “Renea, you shouldn’t have stopped me. People like her deserve a good beating.”

Tillie couldn't help laughing at my words, "Janetta, you are so funny." I didn't answer. Putting away her smile, she bowed slightly, introducing herself to me, "I am Sandra Stone, a sophomore from the School of Art. Janetta, what you said today is the best acknowledgment of my internship!" 'Sandra Stone' 'It turns out that she even used a fake name.' After deliberation, I wasn't surprised. "Wish you a promising future," I said politely, intending to leave. She deceived me with Patrick. Although we had made things clear now, I didn't have any good impression of her.

But then I remember my own vendetta against Petal, who wronged me, and I'm determined to make him pay for what he did. "I need money to bail my mom out first," I think to myself, "because there's no way I'm pretending to be Maya without getting something in return." I've always dreamed of being rich, but temporary fame and wealth for three weeks isn't worth the risk. What happens after that? I can't even consider it.If I want to be rich, I'll work hard and earn it myself, not pretend to be someone else. "I apologize, Charlie, but I can't do that," I say firmly. "Why not?" he asks, and I respond, "Because pretending to be Maya is unthinkable, it gives me the chills."

"Aurora, I didn't mean to! When he woke up, he thought I was his girlfriend... I told him he was the Falcone heir and that you guys were just crazy stalkers mistaking him for your dead friend! I didn't tell you the truth because I didn't want to hurt you!" What a vicious, perfect lie. An amnesiac Julian, brainwashed into thinking he was just a victim of mistaken identity, bought it completely. He didn't even glance at the portrait on the altar, dismissing this whole grieving crowd as lunatics. He stepped forward and hugged the crying Scarlett, shielding her behind him.