Fake Saint Novels & Stories

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.”

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...

Clearing her throat, Emily sat down, smoothening down her blouse. “I'm sorry, Sir but what did you just say? I think I heard wrong. I hope it is wrong” “I want you be my fake girlfriend” Emily blinked, absorbing the shocking offer, “Are you sure of what you have just said, Mr. Sterling?” “I am” "I'm not sure how I feel at the moment" “I completely understand, Ms. Collins. It's a lot to ask," "Sir, I……I appreciate the trust you've placed in me. But engaging in a fake relationship feels... ethically challenging. I also understand the pressure you're facing from your family and it’s a difficult situation. However, I don't want to participate in deceiving your family”

I connected to the bank account that had two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in it and sent him twenty thousand dollars for his role. “Pleasure working with you again.” I said as I gave him back the phone. The next step was to crash the car with a dead body inside it, make sure the crash burned the body to a crisp, and then have the police go give Pamela the bad news. And that was how my fake personality Kevin Green died. I wanted to go back to my old life, so I did what every confused guy does. I got a cheap used car and started following Lily around. I was jealous of her. She seemed to have blended in nicely with her new life.

Ugh, Am I the only one who knows what responsibility means? I turned around and squeezed out an awkward smile. “Don’t mind him guys, he was just being facetious, we are still getting married. Why don't you guys go ahead and enjoy the exquisite food today. Now if you’ll excuse me, I want to use the lady’s room.” I pretended to be nonchalant and rushed back into the room next door. Damn you Curtis, Now you’ll have to marry me no matter what! Even though I didn’t really like this guy but it’s severe damage to my self-esteem insulting me in public! You are not getting away with this!

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.