Fake Saint Novels & Stories

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.

Samantha froze. She looked at Vincent and asked stiffly, "What do you mean?" Vincent pointed at the panicked Fiona behind her and revealed the truth, his voice steady and merciless. "She is not the daughter of your savior. The real Fiona died a long time ago. That girl is just a sickly girl from the orphanage. She stole Fiona's identity to survive. And that scratch back then happened because Daisy found out the truth. This girl staged the whole thing to gain your trust!"

Lilas Pov “If you’re planning on murdering me and dumping my body in a vat of motor oil, just know that my ghost will haunt your playlist and change every song to polka music.” Lila stood in the center of the ‘Sanctuary,’ her hands on her hips, looking like a high-fashion pixie who had accidentally wandered into a post-apocalyptic garage. The warehouse smelled like gasoline, stale cigarettes, and testosterone—the kind of place where OSHA went to die.

I said, trying to push past her. ​Sarah grabbed my shoulder, her nails digging into the fabric of my blazer. "No, we know exactly what you are. You’re a fake. You’re a charity case in a designer dress. You probably only kept him around because Jax wasn't enough for you, right? Did the Ghost give you something we couldn't? Or was he just easy to manipulate?" ​"Let go of me, Sarah."

Mia replied, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. They chatted briefly, with small talk, harmless questions, and polite laughter. Mia played her role perfectly, nodding when needed, smiling on cue, pretending her heart wasn’t racing out of control. All the while, Max watched. He watched his cousins’ reactions, the way their eyes flicked to the ring, the way their tone shifted when they realized this wasn’t a joke or a rumour. Everything was noted. Everything mattered. And as the minutes passed, Mia could only hope that the night would end soon. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep up with the facade of being Max Hult fiancée. it was hard to force a smile.

Dante asked. The guests were already clearly visible. A few of them noticed us and turned to stare. As I turned to face him, I noticed more and more people turning to look. A phone's camera light flashed somewhere. “Yes, I have. Note that's it's contract wife though, not a real wife. Just to save your image,” I said. Dante studied me for a moment, as though wondering what could have made me change my mind so quickly. “Alright,” he finally said, and I could almost see the internal shrug. “I will ring my lawyer now.”

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."

It's really her. It's my mother. There's no mistaking her face. But she's... she's beneath a man I don't recognize. A stranger. The sounds coming from the phone speaker make my stomach lurch. This can't be real. It can't be. My mother was a saint. She was elegant, refined, the perfect society wife. She volunteered at children's hospitals and organized charity galas. She read me bedtime stories and taught me how to loyal. She would never... "This is fake!" My voice is getting louder, more desperate. "It has to be fake. Mom would never... she wouldn't..."

Stefan covered his ears tightly tonight because even though it was late at night, the screams of insults still reached his ears, but he paid no heed. That's because Stefan is up late and busy fiddling with his phone designing a sophisticated programme to get more orders. The name of the programme: SJ-Gacor. S is his own name and J is John. [10% ...] [35% ...] [60% ...] [100% ...]