Faker Shh Novels & Stories

Gautam was grinning like anything. "Well, if you have decided then what can we do? " Rahul said with a wink. Just then Sandhya came into the room and walked slowly towards Vikram. She was looking downwards and came and stood near Vikram. He bent a bit towards her and whispered something. She must have been shocked to hear his voice... She immediately looked at him. Then she whispered something. She was looking confused. Vikram was smiling and she was shocked and irritated. They kept whispering to each other for 2 more minutes.

I even personally saw him off as he boarded the plane that would fly him out of the country. "Your dream has always been to live a decadent life in Las Noira, no? I'll make your wish a reality. There are five million dollars in your account. It should be more than enough for you. If you're good enough, you can lead a comfortable and lavish lifestyle with five million dollars. But if you mess up—" Ethan interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. He glared at me and hissed, "I won't mess up! Just you wait. I'm going to turn these five million dollars into 50 million dollars! And then I'll turn it into 500 million dollars!

With that, he secretly slipped his contract card and whispered, “I would like to invite you to my birthday party tomorrow. If you don't mind your *ssh*l* being cracked again, call me.” *******

A falseness that put me on edge. I stood to join him, looking at my friend. This felt so wrong. I had never felt this awkward with him. Even when we had first met. ‘Well, do something to fix that.’ Shira grumbled. 'Give him a chance to prove himself. What are we headed home for? A potential arranged marriage of your own? Looking for a job? You could do that here. With a friend who could make you happy. You do not want to lose a friend.’

It was attempted murder. I flew through the first two firewalls using the passwords I’d swiped from Ethan’s tablet while he was in the shower this morning. My fingers were practically blurring across the keys, and the blue light of the screen was the only thing I could see. S.S. Holdings. The name finally popped up in a hidden folder, and when I clicked through, my breath caught in my throat. It wasn't just some shell company for my father's debts; it was a freaking clearinghouse for "hush money" payments going back a decade.

he shushed me. Shit I’m forgetting that we are on a public place. He slipped his finger into my underwear and as he did so my eyes almost rolled around the back of my head. I felt my wetness as he did that and I almost had my release just by the tip of his fingers. “Holy shit. You’re so fvcking wet, baby.” “Hugh please,” I begged. "Forgive me Lord for I have sin." I heard him uttered. And I didn’t have the time to process.

“Let’s go.” “What were you doing anyway?” Sush questioned once they were in the elevator. He handed her his phone with the screen unlocked. Sush scrolled through his search history and noted in mock ignorance, “Fanboying Ferdinand. I should have known. That whole asshole persona the other day was just your nerves talking.”

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“Morning honey,’’ he replied, you look beautiful. He commented as he looked at me. “Thanks papa,’’ I appreciated before moving to a nearby coach to make myself comfortable. “Morning Perez,’’ Sandra greeted me by force, waiting for me to ignore her or fail to reply in front of my dad, so she could paint me as the villain that no one knew about and only she could tell people about. “ Hey Sandra, morning,’’ I replied back with the same fake energy she had put up. I settled myself on the couch and took out my phone and earphones. Lately W******p had become my favorite app. There were only three chats in my phone. The group char for my class, Cage and Barbra. An improvement, because the last time