Fake Saint Novels & Stories

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

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.

Zacharias suddenly intervene that made me fisted my hand. I stare at Sain Czar sharply hoping that he will stop this nonsense. There is no point even if he informed everyone about my real identity. I was molded and live as a Costello for fifteen years. I killed people, numerous lives die in my hands. That won't change and the fact that I am Celeste Astraea Cortezi will not cover the bloody life I'm living. But Sain ignore my warning gaze instead he turn to look at Zacharias.

"Lily is going to be good too. I need to be better than good." "What does better than good look like?" Sofia asked. "Real," Ava said. "It looks real." Sofia nodded slowly. "Then be real." "I'm trying to figure out how to be real in front of four hundred people without it feeling like a performance of being real." "That's the whole thing, isn't it," Sofia said. "The moment you perform authenticity it stops being authentic." "Extremely unhelpful," Ava said. "Thank you." "I'm just identifying the problem. You'll solve it. You always solve things."

"All of these are fake. I had them all capped. Can't have uneven or discolored teeth in Hollywood. Nope." She sighed as she sat back down. "Nothing about me is real," she murmured. He eyed her curiously. She gave him a sidelong glance, then ran a finger down her nose. "Nose job." She waved a handful of hair. "Extensions." She grabbed her tits. "Boob job." She looked down at the dirt. "Even my name is fake." Blake had been watching her with interest. "Your name isn't Shasta?"

Stacy sat down in the waiting area, tapping her foot as she looked around. A few minutes passed before the man stepped out. He looked serious, holding the folder in one hand. "Miss Stacy..."he said with a frown. "Are you kidding me?" Stacy looked up, confused. "What do you mean?" He walked closer and placed the folder back on the counter with a thud. "These documents are forged. They’re fake." She blinked in shock "What? That’s not possible. What do you mean fake?" “I mean someone played you,” he said, clearly annoyed. “These documents aren’t real. The signatures, the stamps, the numbers… all of it. Fake. The Sinclairs scammed you.”

the molester spoke up, smiling at me while we dove into our food. "I wasn't throwing it," I blurted out, making Jackson choke on his juice. I faked a smile. "My apologies. "I have a massive hangover, and that man right there just pissed me off," I said, telling half the truth. "It's Samantha," I said, stretching my hand for a handshake, which he eagerly took. I purposefully suck my thumbnail into his skin, making him wince, pulling back quickly. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" I feigned concern. "It's just that this is my first time wearing long acrylic nails. I can be clumsy."

"And if I don't?" He smiled then - slow, devastating. "Then I'll make you." The fire cracked between them. The city lights blurred in the rain. And for the first time, Matilda wasn't sure if she was trapped - or protected. "You'll pretend to be my fiancée," he continued, calm again, clinical. "For a few weeks. Then we'll 'break up'. I'll tell my family my heart's shattered. They'll back off." "Mr Easton, I-"

He's a dumb jock and they tend to be big mouths and gossip kings . After a while of long silence and weird looks from both Tyler and Nick, I finally got an answer. "Okay." Tylers expression quickly changed, and he smirked, shrugging his shoulders as if it was 'no big deal' and 'easy' to be my fake girlfriend. "Whaaaaat ?" I let a fake giggle slide from my lips. Oh no. No no no no no! Please no. "I said I'll do it." He gave me a flat look as he shrugged, acting like it's nothing. I felt like vomiting. Were we actually going to do this? Oh god...