Fake You Novels & Stories

she responded, feeling impressed at the piece of information that could save her. Luke fumbled with his phone. “Look, she messaged me.” A text glowed on the screen: I really need a companion right now after what River and Harper did. Please help me. “No,” she whispered. “That’s fake. I never sent that.” Luke scoffed. “So you’re saying I created a fake account and messaged myself?” Then he turned to everyone. “Look, I just wanted to help her out, nothing more, and I guess I made a mistake.”

"Are you insane? Fine, don't apologize, but this—this is overkill..." "Overkill?" My voice cracked, burning with rage. "You lied to me for three years, Jack. Used me like an ATM. Made me a punchline. And THIS is what's too much?" Jack frowned. "What are you even talking about?" "The call," I said, eyes locked on his. "I heard everything you and your buddy said." His face went rigid. "Faking bankruptcy was a blast, huh?" I dumped the rest of the cash from my bag. "Watching me burn myself every night just to save money—you must've felt like a king."

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

“You want to fake date the daughter of your housekeeper? What about your fiancé? I’m supposed to be a student on your father’s tuition payroll. Do you think anyone's going to believe someone like you wants to be with someone like me?” “No. That’s why we are going to create a fake profile for you. No one at school knows you’re the daughter of a maid; we just have to tap into that, and present you as the daughter of some wealthy merchant or something of the sort….a perfect cover for my fake girlfriend.” “And who is going to agree to be my parent?” She scoffed. “My uncle.” Uncle Frank would be perfect for the role because he was in on the plan as well and wouldn’t say no to something fun.

I was surrounded by my brothers and sister, by her parents, my aunts and uncles even my grandparents and friends. Not once did I feel the grief I was expecting to feel, I was numb. I pretended to feel a loss I didn’t feel. I couldn’t even look her parents in the eye for lying to them. I was a fraud. I lying, cheating fraud. I didn’t want to admit the truth I felt in my heart. I was lying to not only my friends and family but myself as well. I sigh, I grab my phone and scroll through the endless messages, from friends, family and not one from the person I’m waiting for.

"Completely. Look, I'm a victim here too. My wife had a mental breakdown. She started making wild accusations. And my former friend, Sophia Bennett, became obsessed with me. Dangerously obsessed." "But there are photos. Bank records. Evidence of an affair spanning seven years." Mason smiled sadly. "All fake. AI-generated. It's disturbing how easy it is to create false evidence these days. Anyone with a computer can make realistic photos. Fake bank statements. Anything." Grace watched from her hospital bed. Her hands gripping the blanket. Getting tighter with every word Mason said. "He's lying," she said to the TV. "He's LYING." Aiden sat next to her. Also watching. His jaw clenched. "I know.

I cleared my voice and started “ First and foremost we have to look for jobs since the money we came with won't carry us for long.” Jack gave me his tablet so that I could type up resumes and start looking for jobs. “ It's going to be hard since we have no references, no work history. Who is going to hire us?” Lance asked “Fake it,” Jack said with a shrug and joined us on the couch. “ If each of you gets a phone, you can create a fake work history and list each other as references.” I stared at him and he held up his defensively “ What?” People do it all the time and it's not a big issue here.”

To wake up knowing I was Harper Williams, an independent entity and not tied to a billionaire because I couldn’t afford to pay my mother’s bills or my personal bills. I felt like an impostor, which wasn’t a new feeling. The Impostor Syndrome- it always happened to me. And after last night’s disaster, it seemed to worsen. I looked at Xavier while he was working on his laptop. What did he think of me? Did he think I was attractive? Fake relationship aside, would I be the kind of person he’d want to be with? Maybe, because I was already a replacement for a woman he once loved. What an insufferable coincidence.

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

After winning 20 million dollars in the lottery, I immediately quit my job and head to the hospital. Having worked as a programmer at a major company for over a decade, I've accumulated a host of health problems, such as hemorrhoids, cavities, chronic gastritis, cervical spondylosis, and more. I get treated for everything at one go, and the pain is so bad that I can barely even walk. My aunt, Jessica Davidson, happens to see me like that and spreads rumors about me having stage-4 cancer and barely hanging on in the ICU. My relatives all send me well-wishes on my social media accounts. I don't bother clarifying myself because I'm too distracted by the pain, and also, I'm too busy recoveri