Fake Scenarios Novels & Stories

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.

sabi ni Papa. Automatic nanlamig ang kamay ko. Faculty room. Hanggang ngayon ayaw ko pa ring balikan mentally pero kailangan. “Fake message first,” sabi ni Sean nang mahina habang inaabot sa'kin 'yung printed screenshot. 'Yung dummy account, 'yung message, 'yung simpleng notification na nagdala sa’kin sa pinaka-ayokong memorya ng semester na 'yon. “Can we verify na hindi faculty 'yung sender?” tanong ni Papa.

I picked the phone up without even looking at the screen to see who was calling. "Please stop calling my damn phone." I said, thinking it was Micheal. "Well damn. What the hell i did to you" asked Kita sounding all hurt. "Girl, I thought you was Micheal cheating ass. He won't stop calling my phone. I can't even get no sleep" Kita paused for a minute, being all dramatic. "Well duh Guh. That's why they invented putting your phone on silent. To silence any unwanted attention." We burst out laughing. Because I never even thought about putting the phone on silent. That is why I love my girls They could bring me out of any dark mood.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

Jake fired back at me as I stood the silence amazed by this level of effrontery. "So, I get attitude in my own house?" I threw the question to no one at all and sat on the couch. "You told me that you and Megan were just partners, so what do we have here?" Jake queried with his phone in my face again. "Oh please, take that away from my face." I implored. "You have probably gotten another fake news from your fake ass sources." I replied. Jake looked at me quietly and busted out into a phase of laughter. He laughed so hard that he clinched his belly and I watched confused, wondering whether I cracked a joke.

Let me tell you, Kyle was addicted to his phone, he would hear it about a mile away. Okay so this is what I did. I grabbed his phone and went to his contacts. On my name I changed it from Alex to Kim Kardashian. I then added her picture. I put his phone back where I found it and left the room. You know when people fake leak celebrities' numbers online but it is really used to scam people? Kyle would fall for those scams and almost every time he would find numbers on the internet and save them because he believes he is fated to get married to someone famous.

Without answering, she pulled out her phone again and hurriedly searched. Her eyes scanned the screen. Scrolling. Faster. Then— She froze. Her face turned pale. Every result said the same thing. Warnings. Threads. Reports. "Do not trust "Undead – Assassin for Hire." It's a scam." Again. And again. Fake. Fraud. Trap. Danica felt her stomach churn. 'I've been scammed…' She almost coughed blood from the shock. How could she be this stupid? She didn't even verify. Didn't check legitimacy.

"It will work." Haley tapped the screen. A split image appeared. The fake video on one side, her live face on the other. "My mole is mirrored. My ring light reflection is wrong. My voice has no caffeine rasp. Also, fake me says, 'look at Jack Miller,' like a tragic podcast girlfriend. I would say, 'check the boring rich guy with villain cheekbones.'" Ben's voice crackled in Jack's earpiece. "Online sentiment turning. Wait. Bot surge incoming." The comments changed.

A falseness that put me on edge. I stood to join him, looking at my friend. This felt so wrong. I had never felt this awkward with him. Even when we had first met. ‘Well, do something to fix that.’ Shira grumbled. 'Give him a chance to prove himself. What are we headed home for? A potential arranged marriage of your own? Looking for a job? You could do that here. With a friend who could make you happy. You do not want to lose a friend.’