Novel & Cerita Fake Saint

And choosing she must slip away from their questioning before they caught on she was lying, she had hurried off to get herself a fresh drink. Whatever in the world was that, KYOLINE?" ISAAC ploshed up behind her at the patio bar, spilling water all over the stones. She blinked slowly. "I needed it to be believable, and I have, uh, standards, so I wouldn't necessarily fall for a guy unless there was something really amazing about him." "I'm your fake fiancé," he emphasized. "Uh, so? So lower your goddamn standards," he growled. VINCENT DANZA approached. "Did I hear KYOLINE call you fluffy bunnykins?" He laughed out loud. "Why does she call you that?

Laughing. Not a normal laugh but a cruel one. "Foolish people," she says. "So stupid. Hahaha. They think I'm a fool like them." I freeze. "Walking around with a fake bump. Pretending to have morning sickness. They actually believe it." Another laugh. "Robert Seaman, the great businessman, fooled by a pillow and some acting." My heart pounds. I step closer to the door. Sandra keeps talking to herself.

“Dante?' Zoëlla rolled her eyes. “Then what did she do?' He asked again. ”She faked her pregnancy and some illegal scan dealings, and now she's having a fun time in jail." Sia said stuffing her face with paella. “What did Fernando do?" Kathy asked. “He was the one that told Ale to call the cops. He was so angry and ashamed." Zoëlla added as they laughed it out. “But what got into her, like what was she thinking?" Coco asked after a while. “Perhaps she thought Ale would fall for her and marry her because she claimed to be bearing his child, what a poor soul," Dante added.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"

Sam then pointed at the fake Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate and said, “This is the real Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate!” After he said that, the two 'medical saints' stopped in their tracks, their faces stunned. Did they hear him right? Sam acted as if he did not see their expressions and walked forward. Then, he walked to the 'Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate', grabbed his hand, and cried excitedly, “Doctor, thank you for curing me five years ago!

She continued, "Jason is an outsider to the Hale's, he doesn't have a single blood relative who actually wants to see him happy or successful. I think there are far more fearsome members of the Hale family, Marcus is the least of your worries." Worse? How could anyone be worse than that freak stalker? Samantha's attention snapped back to the tablet as it buzzed with a new notification. A headline rose to the top of her feed, pinned and trending: BREAKING: AI EXPERT CLAIMS SAMANTHA TORRES DOESN'T EXIST – VOICE PATTERN ANALYSIS SUGGESTS DEEPFAKE. Samantha pressed her fist against her mouth to keep herself from laughing like a madwoman. They thought she was AI? What the actual fuck?

I turned slowly to look at Faith—the real Faith—who was still standing near the window, her expression unreadable. “What the hell was that?” I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper. Faith didn’t answer right away. Her gaze was fixed on the door, as if she could still see the impostor walking away. Then she looked at me, her glowing eyes serious. “That,” she said slowly, “was my fake twin.” I frowned, confused. “Your fake twin?” Faith nodded. “She’s not human, Sofia. She’s a shadow spirit. She copies the appearance of people to get close to their targets. She must have been sent here by someone.”

Something colder. “What did he say?” “That I’m a user,” I said. “That this is fake. That I’m fake.” Alex was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Is any of it true?” The question stung. Even though it was fair. “No,” I said. “But I used to believe it was.” He nodded slowly. “That’s not the same thing.” I studied with him. “You don’t have to defend me.” “I know,” he said. “I want to.”

"That's kind of the concerning part." "That's what makes it interesting," Jamie says, grinning that infectious smile that has gotten us out of more trouble than it's gotten us into. "Besides, you've got me watching your back. And your fake identity is bulletproof. Sophia Sterling, tech heiress with more money than common sense and a desperate need for male validation." "I do not have a desperate need for male validation," I say, checking my lipstick one more time and trying not to think about how that's probably a lie.