Fake Slackers Novels & Stories

“Who prepared the medicine? Who confirmed my pregnancy? Who is helping me fake my pregnancy symptoms?" "You don't want this? Then let's stop this," she challenged. She leaned close enough that only I could hear her. “If you stop helping me, I'll tell them your secret." My hands trembled. “They won’t remember that you were threatened.” Her smile widened. “They’ll remember that the Pack Physician lied about my pregnancy… prescribed the medicines… and helped me fake a damaged mating mark.” “So tell me, Ania…” She leaned back. “Who do you think they’ll believe?”

"Nah, once the house's in my name, I'll throw in some fake old tenants, stage a squat, and fake a meltdown. You guys can keep watching the trainwreck." The other guy lost it. "You're insane! Freakin' genius!" I staggered back, stomach twisting like I'd been punched. So the whole bankruptcy thing? Just one big scam. All those skipped meals, late nights counting coins, working through burn after burn—none of it even mattered to him. Not even as a joke. Then his friend asked, low, "Jack, you really feel nothing for her?" Jack laughed, ice-cold. "Feelings? For some cheap girl like her? Not worth it."

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.

"It's way tougher than tagging along with Dad on fishing trips. At least out on the boat, I could catch a breather, and he never ripped into me like that..." Ethan hunched over his desk, buried in work, tossing out half-hearted replies now and then. "Jack! Are you even listening?" Anna stomped her foot. "I am." He didn't look up. "That's just how it goes for trainees. You're coming in late to the game, so yeah, it's gonna suck more." "But..." Anna pushed back. "I've seen those talent shows—half the contestants are total slackers, and they still rack up fans."

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.

I wanted to dry retch from the thought that I'd actually spent two whole years with a jerk like Gary. Gary held Meryl in his arms and spoke gently to her, as if he were talking to a baby, "Don't waste your breath on her, Merry. Once she gets devoured by these hungry men, we'll have enough material to blackmail her to hell. She'll be just like our little plaything!" Meryl covered her laugh before kissing Gary on the lips, exchanging a bit of saliva. "You're so smart, hubby! Merry loves you so much!" I wanted to puke out of disgust.

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.

I need some caffeine at the moment. @SenaSen

"This is what it looks like. It looks like me; a needy slave slut, Grade A prime meat." "And me," Rhonda said. "And me," Evelyn added. "Don't forget us," Marcia and Chantelle said. I smiled at my sisters. "And them." "It's not just slaves that are sluts," Shasta said. "I know a lot of men fuckers want to stick their cocks in every hole they can as often as they can get it up." "Can I hear an amen?" Bill said. "Amen, brother," Sam said. "It's not our fault," Master said. "Really. They manage to coax another erection out of me no matter how tired I am. Can I help it they're so delectable I can't leave them alone?"