Fake You Novels & Stories

The entire class became deathly silent. Zach shouted in disbelief, "Didn't you already change your major? I saw you fill in 'mechanical engineering college' with my own eyes!" The class monitor also shouted along. "Yeah! We all saw it! You applied to a vocational school instead! Did you trick us?" I slowly looked up. "The one you all saw was from a fake webpage I made just for fun. It's made to resemble the official one. I'm not an idiot. Why would I joke about my own future?"

"Naomi. I swear on everything – I have never spoken to this girl. I don't know who she is. This isn't real." "The screenshots–" "Are fake. Look at them. Actually look." He grabbed his phone. Pulled up the DMs side by side with his real account. "The handle's wrong – there's an underscore where mine has a period. The profile picture is from my I*******m but it's a public photo anyone could save. And the conversation references my apartment as being on Elm Street. I live on Oak." Close. Specific enough to fool someone scrolling fast. Wrong enough to prove fabrication if you looked carefully.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

“Reporters are already gathering at the main gate.” Aixa took one step forward, her trembling hand reaching toward his arm before hovering in midair. She dreaded seeing the hurt or suspicion in the man she loved. “Fernando, please listen to me. Before God, that is not me. The video is fake. Someone used deepfake technology to fabricate it—” “I am not asking whether it is you or not,” Fernando cut in quickly. The statement silenced her. Her eyes widened as she searched his face for reassurance.

How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama? “Oh, it’s okay if you can’t tell me.” She smiles, and before I can respond, she continues. “Ryder and I started with a fake relationship too. It was more like a bet, actually. I hated him to my bones, but I guess I was only lying to myself.” My head snaps toward her. A fake relationship? Just like me and Kade. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I follow her inside, my thoughts stumbling over themselves. I swallow the question burning at the back of my throat and keep quiet, letting her continue.

"How? Are you cutting things off with him, or are you just saying that to keep me calm until this blows over and things go right back to how they were? Kayla, where does he actually stand with you? Where do I stand?" I caught a shadow shifting in the doorway and kept going. "As long as you cooperate, I can balance things between you and Yuvan." "Balance things? The way you balanced things by faking PTSD so you could save yourself for him? Or were you already planning to swap things around later, pass off Yuvan's child as mine? Kayla, if you're going to ask something of me, you need to hold yourself to the same standard first." She stared at me, clearly caught off guard that I knew the PTSD h

His voice then suddenly turns bright, “Ah! Have you tried that out? The one I mentioned before.” “Which one?” for sure I’ve lost count, he has been the idea generator since the plan started. Listening to my puzzled voice, Victor explains, “You can have multiple identities. You’re Henry Nosrevi, you’re Henrietta Chandelier, and now, you just need another one. Create a fake F******k account, connect with him, and you find out more about him.” Fake F******k account? Creating more identities might be risky for me, but if it’s an online character like Victor portrayed… Then I guess it might work.

He said with a wink and smile but I felt something that was hidden beneath the surface called humor. Was he in love with someone? I went near him as I wanted to talk to him. " Ok, but then you must try harder. You must be serious about someone first." " I tried once but it didn't work... Let it be. " He said with a fake smile. " Why do I have a feeling that there is someone somewhere you really like?" " It doesn't matter... " " I think it does..." " Let it be Maurvi... Don't try to get things out of me. Are you a mind reader? "

Well, this plan of mine might be crazy, but trust me, it's the best and perfect way to get a girlfriend for you brother " Alex jumped on his feet immediately "Really, I can't wait to spoil her with fresh and neat cash... " he said dancing around Peace places her hands on her head " Come on bro it's not everything you use money to do... Huhhhh. Argh " "peace is right, come Alex let's listen to her plan first. " Tyler said, stealing a glance at Peace. "So what is the plan, relationship planner? " Alex asked "I think you should live a fake life, perhaps you should act like a poor man. Maybe you can get to see a true lover. Who is not after your money, but your love and affection... "Peace expla

“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?”