Fake X Fate Novels & Stories

Wasn't she supposed to jump at the thought of getting two women for free and push us to business right away? She doesn't have to pay anyone. Why is she being a pain in the ass and interrogating us like a bloody damn cop? 'No one did anything to us!' I seethed through gritted teeth. 'We are virgins.' I lie, pinning her under a serial killer glare. Fake it till you make it! They say. I practice. 'I see!' Xiomara lets out a fake sigh. In these moments of futile combat, I see my worst fear coming alive and twerking at my face.

As each day ticked on by so did a little piece of hope that I would be seeing him again. I really thought we had something. Jen watches me for a moment. “I can’t believe he didn’t call you.” “I can,” I mutter sadly. “I knew he was too good to be true.” I fake a smile. “You know the old saying—what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” I shrug. “And besides, he lives in Texas.” “Do you think he really lived in Texas, or was that another lie?” I raise my eyebrows at the depressing thought. “God, probably another lie. He’s not a fucking mechanic. I know that for certain. Who knows what else he lied about?”

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

Regardless of our individual reasons and perspectives, Xavier moved even closer to me and stretched his hand to take mine but he stopped all of a sudden after making me believe that he was about to mark me and save me from Alpha Cole’s selfish plans. “I will mark you but on one condition.” He announced and his hazel eyes held his seriousness. “Do tell.” I urged. What was the worse he could come up with? “You have to accept that this relationship will be fake even after I mark you.” I honestly didn't know how to feel about that. Xavier was confusing me. One minute he was asking me if I would still want to marry him because once he marked me there would be no turning back and now, he was talki

“Let the universe know that I do not like you, and there is a probability we are not blood-related because I do not understand your cold treatment of me. You are not my true brother.” Xander looked bored on the other end. “When you are done performing, please get to work. I will pay you nicely.” “Oh, my, you don’t have to, but five hundred thousand dollars sounds just fine.” “You didn’t tell me fraud was your new intent.” “But you are well aware now.” He said. Xander laughed lightly. “I don’t know what I would do with you.” Jace laughed, too. “How are you, though?” “I am thriving. I do not like it here, and I can’t wait to come home.”

My body tensed hearing his words, because losing my virginity was on my list but getting a mating mark was not. I was not ready for something this permanent. After all, this relationship was nothing but contractual. A fake relationship. What if we liked fu*king each other? Oh, you devoured each other, Lana smirked. I ignored her. This doesn’t change a thing. It changes everything, Lana piped in. But can I trust Xander to mark me and then not hurt me? I wanted to write my own destiny and I was not ready to give up everything on fate. But the way Xander was gripping me, made me question everything.

“What do you have in mind?” He gives me a crooked smile back. “How about sending some fake info about a ‘new’ liquor which doesn’t have the bitter taste of alcohol and has even stronger effects on werewolves? Downing one glass, and the werewolf is knocked on his/her butt. What do you think?” A new secret liquor. Very interesting. I like it. I nod my head. “That sounds good. How are you going to ‘leak’ it to the rogue pack?”

But in the face of the robber's ferocity, Marina did not feel afraid, instead, she was calm, she pointed at the robber and said: - Have you been feeling cold lately, and often have a fever? The body still sweats even when it's very cold, right? The robber could only open his mouth and nod rapidly. But for the robbers, that was not enough, they continued to make a fuss: - Then what is the disease, we are still very healthy. Why do you say we're going to die? - Yes, you can only talk nonsense. Without letting them say more Marina continued to observe if anyone had a worse expression, after finding the target, she pointed at that guy and said:

A long silence. "This doesn't mean he's alive," Xavier said. "Cosmetic reconstruction exists in the pack world, it's not common but it's not theoretical either. Someone could be using his likeness for identity concealment. Surgically modified to match enough key geometry points to confuse the system." "Or he faked it," Xavier was quiet.

“Maybe… maybe it’s a deepfake? People do that now. They edit faces into videos.” “That footage isn’t edited,” Xves said, his tone too calm. Too certain. “It’s real.” I spun toward him, anger slicing through my fear. “You just said it wasn’t me.” “It wasn’t the you standing here,” he replied. “The hell is that supposed to mean?” Liam snapped at him. Xves stepped closer — not threatening, just steady, like someone preparing to catch a person about to fall. “There are two of her,” he said. Aleksander laughed once — short and humorless. “Wow. Okay. Great. He’s lost it.”