Fake X Fate Novels & Stories

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

“We need Jax’s reputation smoothed out, and that is exactly what you will be doing as his fake girlfriend. You will just be going a little out of the script, but then again, don’t we all?” “Tara…” “Your professionalism is exactly what we need. It is like Celeste and Finn here. Celeste is a member of the board, and Finn is a player. The only difference is that theirs is real and yours isn’t. The story will spread, and we will control the narrative.” “As long as you keep your legs closed and your panties to yourself,” Celeste adds, having the most fun from this. “We all know Jax can be a little….erm, what’s the world? Hot. But don’t fall for his charms, please.”

"Yeah. I just can't stand wolves who fake being loaded." He turned to face me, steady. "As long as I'm around, no one lays a claw on you." My heart stuttered. Crap. I think I just started catching real feelings... for the hundred-dollar partner I hired to fake it.

“I shouldn’t have accused you.” He never apologized. What the hell? She scoffed, downing her glass. “Think whatever you want, I don't care. If I know you were Ronan's brother I would never have…” she trailed off. “Half-brother,” he corrected. Her voice sharpened. “It's the same blood.” “I am a Fox,” he said. “My surname is Fox.” “My surname was Hills but here we are,” she laughed through her tears. “Just go away.”

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

Xane said, his voice carrying that lazy drawl that always sounded half amused, “that you actually wasted your allowance on that busted Street Fighter machine at the arcade?” “It wasn’t busted,’ I shot back, grinning even though he couldn’t see me. ‘You just suck at it.” “I don’t suck,’ he protested. ‘I strategically lose to lure my opponent into a false sense of security.” “Sure,’ I laughed. ‘Keep telling yourself that. You button-mash like a toddler.” “I’ll have you know I’m undefeated in Mario Kart,” Xane countered, mock offense dripping from his tone. “Only because you pick Rainbow Road every time and throw everyone off the track,” I said.

I can see Fhoxia, she is real, she might not have a presence that I may sense BUT she is not a hallucination or ghost or a soul that this bastard claims to be! “This,” he pointed to Fhoxia from head to toe. “is not alive. Fhoxia borrowed a dead body which allowed her to use her power. She may be the messenger of darkness but she is not the danger. Fhoxia is here to point out the true danger that may affect the werewolf realm, and this is not a story I created.” “How can you know all that when this Fhoxia can’t even talk!?” What if he manipulated an uneducated rogue or something just to implement this plan?

"If I do this, if I fake my death—I cannot contact anyone. Albert. Antonio. Grace. They will think I am really gone." "They will grieve. That grief will be authentic. X-One and X-Two will detect authentic grief and accept your death as real. Fake grief gets noticed. Real grief sells the deception." X-Three grabbed my flickering hand. "You want to protect them? Make them believe you are dead. It is the only way." "How do I know you are not just X-One wearing a conscience as camouflage? How do I know this is not another layer of manipulation?"

“Alpha Dexter! Don't divert the trial again! You have admitted to kidnapping her. You brainwashed her! It was because of your greed to have the Fate Witch who could bring you good luck!” “But she's not!” “I am, though,” Narsha revealed, her voice calm and firm. She glanced at Dexter, still with a blank expression and distant gaze. “I am the Fate Witch. I only lied to you because I didn't want you to take advantage of me.” “No. You're lying, Narsha. You said it yourself that you like me. What we have is real.” Dexter said, his tone pleading. Narsha shook her head, smiling bitterly. "No. What we have isn't real. It's all my attempt to survive your disgusting possessiveness.“ She took a deep br

Sean shouted suddenly, frightening Jason and even himself. He continued. "All you stand here to say is how people are against you and how they hate you blah blah blah. Have you ever thought if you were even the wrong one Jason?!! Just one day, pick one day in solitude and think of the life of that young girl who wanted nothing but to go to college and get a nice job to make her dead parents happy. Now her whole life and young dreams are crushed with both her legs, all because of us!!!!. You are lucky to have your parents with you till now, providing for you, cleaning up your mess, and even still give you their fortune upon your irresponsibility. Now you want to throw away your fortune becaus