Fake Slackers Novels & Stories

One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates. “Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile. “Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken. Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.” I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho. “Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.

Laughing, I took another pillow and hit my friend. "Stop it, what you're doing is disgusting!" I laughed out loud here. Laughingly, she seat down again. "I'm not kidding, Eliza! Come on, wake up from your modesty. Do you really want to lose your handsome and muscular husband? You're not the only girl in the world so think before everyone catches on!”

Yes_you_suck GEEZ, SOPH, DON'T E JUDGEMENTAL. I_pooped SORRY, I CAN'T HELP IT. Noah's wifey STILL, WHATEVER. YOU ALL ARE COMING, RIGHT? Cereal_killer DUH. I AM COMING FOR THE FOOD. I_pooped AND, I AM COMING TO SEE THE ASSHAT IN PERSON. Yes_you_suck UM, I AM COMING FOR MY SHIP NOE. Noah's wifey

If only he had seen the desperation behind her calm facade… He snatched his phone, his fingers flying as he sent a frantic barrage of messages. [Where are you?] [Come back. Can we please talk?] [I can explain, Grace. The ceremony was fake. You're my only mate!] [Please, don't ignore me…] The messages vanished one after another, like stones tossed into a deep ocean, met with total silence. The only sound was the soft swoosh of his own outgoing texts, echoing in the empty house. He’d never imagined she would actually leave.

And as soon as he left without another word, I picked up my phone and left the hotel. No looking back; no hesitation. I’d find another way to pay mom’s bills, not pretending to be a fiancée to my ex-husband’s brother. As I arrived at my apartment and lay on the bed that night, the thoughts flooded me again. The offer was quite mouth-watering, no doubt. I brought out my cell phone and searched for the owner of Blackwood Inc. It didn’t take long before information about him on X and G****e came up. Xavier Blackwood, ruthless self-made billionaire who, not surprisingly, is also a playboy- as depicted by the tabloids.

Now, without a place to stay, his credit cards frozen, and with Nevaeh to support, he found himself struggling. He ignored the security guards and barged into the company, shouting insults at me. "You chose a little brat like her? Dad, you must be out of your mind to think she can run the company! "With her in charge, Sacconity will definitely go under!" But instead of gaining sympathy, his outburst was met with a swift elbow strike from a bodyguard, who pinned him to the ground. My grandfather stood beside me, looking down at Don with cold indifference. "Sacconity represents the hard work of the Saccone family.

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

It stripped all of its force and significance and turned it into a joke. But threads of darkness were woven in among the jokes. The "financial analysts" on T*****r speculated about how well Clarkson Consolidated would do if its CEO were "distracted." The homophobic taunts haphazardly spewed into comment streams. The graphic, violent fantasy scenarios about their relationship written by strangers who felt that they were entitled to every detail of their lives.

“A fake relationship is a fineable offense, but a fake engagement is corporate fraud, and if the board catches us lying about a marriage, they won't just fire me—they’ll blackball my license and sue you for breach of contract." "They won't catch us because we aren't going to look like we're lying," Stefan said, his strides effortless as he closed the distance between us again, his massive frame completely cutting off the exit until I was trapped between his chest and the brickwork, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the sharp metallic tang of the arena air.

Whether Ella likes it or not, I’m here to stay. We only have about thirty minutes left of the drive when I get a notification on one of my apps. Tapping on it, I see that it’s a video labeled ‘Sluts-R-Us’, that one of Kaylee’s friends posted, so I click on it. My hackles rise right away when I see Ella’s face on the screen. Her and Brandon are having a conversation, and you can tell that whatever Ella is saying has been prerecorded and put over her own words making her sound like a slut.