Fake You Novels & Stories

"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?"

“Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Steele. We believe our company is positioned to become one of the strongest artificial intelligence firms in the market.” Alexander leaned back. “Your company believes that. I want to know why I should.” The man hesitated briefly before continuing. They began presenting their numbers. Revenue projections, operating costs, customer growth, projected valuation, investment requirements. I listened quietly. At first, everything looked impressive. Then I noticed something. I leaned slightly closer to the documents in front of me. There was a problem with their projected cash flow. The numbers did not match the growth they were claiming. I looked at the next pag

Sometimes if he orders me, I am complaining. It also looks like I can no longer teach children. Hopefully, some people can volunteer here to teach. I suddenly got up from lying down, then picked up my phone. I quickly installed F******k, then signed up to create an account. The first thing I did was fill up the profile based on the information Tyron gave me. Like my fake identities, then put my face in the profile picture. F******k is not new to me because somehow I used it. I immediately hit status and type what I wanted to say.

He needed to gather more information on the family of the playmate, especially all the dirty laundry that he could use to make them stay away from his family. In the bedroom, Nera created a fake F******k account with a fake name and new login details. She then texted Frank to create a fake F******k account and gave him her new account details. Frank stared at the message with a smile; he knew exactly where everything was leading but it was too dangerous. He quickly made an account and sent Nera a friend request on her new account. "What is a precious pearl thinking?" Frank texted back. "Have you ever done anything naughty on a F******k account?" Nera asked.

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

Ilona asked. "Because that's the reality," "Yes, I know, but you don't need to tell my mother something like that. She will be hopeful and start grilling me with lots of questions," 'Okay, just say that we're just pretending to be dating. "We're just friends," answered Eldian, providing an increasingly difficult solution. "You're crazy! My mother will immediately get angry if she finds out we're just pretending," replied Ilona. "So, let's just make it a reality," said Eldrian.

But I do. The search results make me feel like I’ve been slapped across the face. Articles, exposés, and, oh God. The videos. Fake ones, but detailed enough. My face stitched onto bodies. Men- boys. All on p**n sites. It doesn’t matter that they are fake. No one will care. They’ll believe it because they want to. My breath comes out shallow. I slam the laptop shut, shove it away like it’s cursed. I grip the edge of the counter to steady myself.

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

He didn’t look up, fingers scrolling through his iPad. "Oh." They sat in silence for a while until she finally turned to him. "I’ll do it." "Deal, then." "It’s Alina. My name—Alina." He gave a distracted hum in reply as she turned to gaze out the window. "I can do it," she whispered to herself. Maybe this insane lie was the beginning of something even crazier. And maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad pretending to be Aiden Blackwood’s fiancée, even if it was just for a week.