Fakelove Novels & Stories

He said, faking a cry. “I forbid such a thing, I forbid you Ellis, I don’t want you and I can never want you.” I shouted at him and he landed another slap on my face. “The Same woman you claim you love is the same woman you’re torturing right’” “I didn’t mean to slap you Arielle, you made me do so, I’m so sorry and I love you,” He fake pleaded. “You don’t love me Ellis, you want something from me which you are never going to get.” I concluded.

Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy. "That's everything I need. Thank you, Mr and Mrs Cartelli. And congratulations." "Yes, congratulations," the officiant added. I smiled at them as they exited the room, none the wiser to the real situation at hand. We'd completely lied to two people of importance about our love for one another, and it felt like I should be put into a jail cell right away. Or slapped. "Wonderful job, Rosanna," said Leo, once they were gone. "I almost believed you'd had some warning." His smile was sweet but edged, as he glanced at my father.

"The girl you saw that day is not your fiancée. She's Alisa's friend and also my fiancée's sister." "What? What the hell are you talking about? You're playing with my feelings, aren't you? You yourself confirmed that you have a fiancee, now you still want me to love you? Never expect that to happen. Do you know what I hate the most? It is the men who are promiscuous, despise love and do not know how to appreciate the woman next to them like you. Now get out of here at once." Fidelia said as if shouting at Declan's face. Her face was as red as if she had just drunk wine because she was suppressing the smoldering rage in her heart."

"Why don't you find an actress and pay her to be your fake girlfriend? In that way, people won't be suspicious of you anymore, right?" Noticing that Felicity had fallen into his trap, Vermont sighed and said, "That could work, but only temporarily. Especially with a person that we don't know, we can never trust her entirely. If I can never recover from this, no one will be my fake girlfriend forever and how can I live without being with my true love?" Felicity frowned and hesitated for some time before she finally said in a low voice, "I-I'll be your fake girlfriend then."

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

I looked from her to Rosa who seem to be having fun with her story. She looked at me and smiled. "Oops," she laughed. "I didn't introduce this version to you. Meet Erika Valdez, the serial dater." Erika let out a gasp, whipping her head so fast to look at Rosa. "That's not true." She denied, vehemently. "I'm not serial dater." She turned to me and a rather smug Krystal. "Girls, honestly, I am not what she's painting me to be."

“Please don’t try to touch me. It’s nothing personal. I just can’t cope been touched right now” “Ok” Chad moved to the next seat over so that I had more space “Thank you” I finally brought myself to make eye contact. “Why are you still here?” “Because I love you. That contract was fake. I told you I would never marry Angela. Its you I love. We even have my fathers approval” I shook my head “I saw your signature” “It was fake babe, look at me please believe me. You are the only one that I love”

“DEFCON One. Five is the best, one is the worst. But it wasn’t only sex. It was . . . more. Or I thought it was.” “Was it the real deal?” Molly asks around the cheese she picked easily and shoved into her mouth. “More real than anything I have ever felt before. More real than what I felt of Julien and having a kid who was barely a living being to me. We didn’t say it, but I fell in love with him. That’s what the necklace thing was about. When he put that on me, it meant something. And when I put one on him, I was saying . . .” Monica trails off and shoves cheese in her mouth, not knowing or caring what kind it is. “Hmm. Well, shit. If it was what you say it was, are you gonna give him a chan

Sophia whispers, her eyes wide with curiosity. "I have no idea," I reply, my heart pounding in my chest. The man starts walking towards us, his confident stride matching his dashing appearance. "Hello, ladies," he greets us, his voice as smooth as silk. "I couldn't help but notice your artwork. It's truly captivating." "Thank you," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Ella, and this is Sophia." "Pleasure to meet you both," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm Adrian."

Since then, the youngest heir to the Vuitton tech fortune released a follow-up video—in clothes this time—apologizing, no doubt attempting to mend ties with the Bass family, whom the Vuittons invest heavily into. Good luck with that. In the video, she—or should I say her lawyer—explains the dangerous prevalence of artificial intelligence and deepfakes, painting Priscella as an innocent victim of some extortionate hacker, who has yet to be unveiled. Let me be the first to say, no one's believing that, Miss Vuitton. Not me, not my readers and especially not tycoons on Silicon Avenue. All of us know the truth... Those pixels were realer than every one of your "orgasms."