Fake Saint Novels & Stories

Shanon led Sarah towards the sofa while giving her a gentle rub on her shoulder to calm her down. “Tell me what happened. How could Stevan cheat, when I'm sure he really loves you?" “He cheated on me, Shanon. The damn bastard did it while I was on vacation in California to get an exotic tan. I did all this for him," Sarah suddenly cried hysterically while hugging Shanon's shoulders tightly. Shanon cringed at how strange her best friend was because she could turn into a whiny girl so quickly after previously standing arrogantly in front of Anthony.

"How? Are you cutting things off with him, or are you just saying that to keep me calm until this blows over and things go right back to how they were? Kayla, where does he actually stand with you? Where do I stand?" I caught a shadow shifting in the doorway and kept going. "As long as you cooperate, I can balance things between you and Yuvan." "Balance things? The way you balanced things by faking PTSD so you could save yourself for him? Or were you already planning to swap things around later, pass off Yuvan's child as mine? Kayla, if you're going to ask something of me, you need to hold yourself to the same standard first." She stared at me, clearly caught off guard that I knew the PTSD h

"Nothing. Never mind." "Jane, what are you talking about?" "I have to go." "Jane, wait—" I hung up the phone. Within ten minutes, Sandra was at my door. "Jane, let me in." I let her in and immediately started crying. "Sandra, I'm so scared." "Of what?" "Of everyone finding out I'm a fraud." "You're not a fraud." "Yes, I am. Jane Phillips-Garrett is made up. She's a character I created."

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.

He’s so convincing and his words are truly heartwarming. But on the other hand, I know that I should forgive him. For I know that Santi only influenced him, and maybe some of the finest stories he told Zack were all just made up lies. Santi’s innocent, bright, and respectable facade and his rank are truly deceiving. I had also fallen into his trap, I thought that he was sensible also because of the things he achieved in his life. But after seeing the strange and dubious photos of his mom… I can’t help but to think -- what Santi could do more? And those tapes? What could be the meaning behind those? What are the records inside those?

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

Laughing, I took another pillow and hit my friend. "Stop it, what you're doing is disgusting!" I laughed out loud here. Laughingly, she seat down again. "I'm not kidding, Eliza! Come on, wake up from your modesty. Do you really want to lose your handsome and muscular husband? You're not the only girl in the world so think before everyone catches on!”

And she wouldn’t dare say a word now. I looked Dante square in the eye and said, “Everyone… this is Dante Moreau. My fiancé.” There was a sharp intake of breath behind me. A champagne glass shattered. My mother’s voice cracked. “What?” Dante arched a brow. “Well, now. I definitely didn’t see that coming.” But to my surprise, he didn’t contradict me. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my waist like it belonged there and leaned in. “I hope you know what you’re doing,” he whispered. “I don’t,” I replied. And together, we stepped forward into a lie that was about to become my new truth.

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

It was a link from Lila, sent with three crying-face emojis. My stomach dropped. I knew, instantly, it was bad. The headline was from a low-end, vicious tabloid, but the content was chilling: “SOPHOMORE SOPHIA: LANCASTER’S ‘WIFE’ IS A FAKE? DID SHE LIE HER WAY INTO FASHION AND INTO BILLIONS?” I stared at the screen, my blood turning to ice water.