Fake Scenarios Novels & Stories

Then, one alert stood out, bold and unforgiving: "Unusual activity detected on your account." My fingers trembled as I opened an email from my bank. Multiple unauthorized transfers. I felt sick. The publishing company isn’t real. It was a scam. My heart pounded in my ears, it was so loud that I was about to lose my hearing. Gosh, it’s the alcohol’s fault. I got too excited, too overwhelmed. Fuck. My manager is going to kill me.

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

I opened my laptop and after arranging all the necessary things, I started the presentation of my speech: - “I have called you here today to present to you the new restructuring plan of the three most important matters concerning the pack rules that need immediate attention. As you all can see in the draft, the plan is divided into three pillars. The first one concerns the omegas and their rights, the second one concerns the position of she-wolves in the pack and the third one and most important for me is about the improvement of the adoption process" I said and started analyzing the changes I wanted to make.

They flow softly at first and then faster. Aren't people supposed to have life figured out by now? I have no idea what I'm doing. They say fake it until you make it, but so far I'm just a big fake. My friends have found significant others. They have good jobs and hobbies. Their shit is figured out. I'm over here dating losers, falling for my bodyguard, and handing out dog food samples for a living. What kind of person has to bribe dogs to like them?

Maybe someone just came to check on me. I squeezed shut my eyes and pretended I was asleep. The wavering footsteps slowly inched closer. My pulse picked up its pace as his footsteps came nearer and nearer. Finally, his step halted right beside my laid-off body. I sucked in a breath when he pulled the cover off my body. What is he doing? I decided I would keep pretending to be unconscious to see what he was up to and also hoping he would leave. Pretending to sleep proved to be a difficult job. My body turned cold from the dread gradually building inside me. Anxiety was so high, that I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

Ava read the screenshot four more times before she trusted herself to drive home. By the fourth read she had stopped looking for new information and started looking for an explanation that made it less than what it appeared to be, some context that would turn a conversation with her name in it into something harmless, a misunderstanding, a coincidence. She did not find one. The conversation was dated three weeks ago. It mentioned her by name, multiple times, in a tone that suggested planning rather than passing comment, and the two participants were people whose names she recognized well enough that the recognition itself felt like a small betrayal.

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