Fake Saint นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"It's not real." "What's not real?" "I'm Saint, care to confess your sins?" he asked in his dark, sultry voice. Then he shrugged, completely back into character. "The girls. The tweets. The pictures. The photo shoots. If people see that I'm that way, then I control it, they want the sinner with the name of saint. They don't want the guy who goes home early after concerts and works or crashes, they don't want the guy who watches reality TV and eats too many marshmallows. The world demands good guys - yet the good guys never win. The bad guys? The monsters? The alphas? The players? They're glorified, we glorify them. Therefore, my agent created a persona, and I went with it, because it works f

"Visa Infinite. Mastercard Black. American Express Centurion. None are fake." "Why would they be fake? I'm an exemplary citizen. I pay my taxes. Well, Christopher's accountants pay them." "You are an incubus who assumed the identity of a human heir," he stared at me. "Most supernatural beings use fake identities. Fake documents. Fake cards." "I'm not most." I smiled, a thin smile. "I'm a Rockefeller. Everything is real. Including the golden retriever that hates me." "You have a golden retriever?" asked Reyes, momentarily distracted.

"Truthfully? I think it's farcical and demeaning to everything we've built together. You've become an invaluable partner and friend. This whole fake relationship feels like a violation of the trust between us." I twisted my hands anxiously on the tabletop. "But I can't deny the potential consequences if we let this circus play out unchecked. So, I'm asking..." I took a deep breath. "Will you consider being my fake boyfriend, at least temporarily?" I finally broke eye contact, hoping against hope he'd agree to indulge this ludicrous notion. Chris was silent for a long moment before exhaling heavily. "You know I'd never jeopardize our work or your well-being, right?" His voice had taken on tha

Katie was completely shocked when she read the report. She immediately glared angrily at Samael and began questioning him. "When was this filmed? Why do I have absolutely no recollection of it?" Samael didn't panic. Instead, he pointed a finger at me and yelled, "You found someone else to fake these data again, didn't you? You've already used AI to fake your best friend's lewd videos, and now, you're faking evidence to try and drag me into the mud as well, aren't you?"

She cuts my remarks off instantly. "Wait, wait, wait. So this guy's dad posted a post for his son? Why?" She laughs loudly. "I think his kid has just recently been cheated on by his fiancée for like two years or something. His dad wants him to be happy again or to help increase his self-worth. I'm simply going to be a rebound. It's perfect. I don't want a meaningful connection with this man, I simply want to be compensated. Guess how much he is prepared to pay me to be his false girlfriend."

“Well, he’ll do it either way, so what do you have to lose? Perhaps he might surprise you by telling you he feels the same way.” Florence highly doubted it, even though she desperately wished it was true. There was no way Scott faked his feelings the entire time they were together on their honeymoon. There was no way he was that attentive, kind, and passionate toward each woman he slept with or took on a vacation. Florence wanted so hard to believe she was different to him. That he had never felt that way with anyone else. That he treated her differently. If not, how could she explain to herself how he made her feel? Should she believe that he was able to trick her into believing he cared fo

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s:

The police released an official statement denying all rumors and accusations against me and them for bribery. Riding on the momentum, I then released a ton of evidence online. I wrote that Meryl was an impostor whose son committed marriage fraud to get the wife to look after her illegitimate twins. I then spent some more money to bump it up to the headlines. Paul appeared as well, backing up everything I said and bringing more traffic and attention to my post. After that, I set up a fund to help victims of marriage fraud divorce their partners. With that, my company also made the headline news as well. And because of our newfound popularity, many of our items sold out. We even received huge

"Here's my card." ​ Without another word, he opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone in the sudden silence of my room. ​ I sank down onto the edge of my bed, staring at the black card. I knew he had thrown me a massive lifeline last night, and I genuinely wanted to repay his kindness... but a fake relationship with an NHL superstar was just too high of a price. Cole had already destroyed my trust. If I entered a fake relationship with a guy like Ethan, I was definitely going to end up catching real feelings and getting hurt. I couldn't risk my mental health like that.

he said sarcastically then he showed me his ring finger with a ring worn in it. “Lucifer, you can’t get married to her, she is Lucy, I’m Angela. Please believe me.” “And why would I even believe a crazy woman like you?” I quickly rummaged through my pockets and took my I.d and showed it to him, “This is my i.d. Look at my name, it’s Angela Santos, right? I still have other I.D here if you want to— “Can’t you just stop doing this? Stop bugging me and my fiancée because no matter how many lies you try to say to me, no matter how many tricks you still got up on your sleeves, I will never believe you.”