Novel & Cerita Fakes Don't Want To Be Real Manga

Their hearts were broken and they were still in shock from everything that had happened. The horrible image of May in the hole totured summer as she sheepishly followed the rest of the campers on their way back to the camp, it was hard to breath, she had no idea why she was even making an attempt to live at that point when she all she wanted to do was die. The wind gushed loudly and suddenly, and it scared them all. They stopped as the movement of a creature passing swiftly could be felt. "Stay calm everyone we are not so far from the camp " John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

From then on, no one dared to say that they were a match for him. Almost no one in the younger generation dared to challenge him. Too terrifying! Everyone became quiet. They were all terrified and uneasy. It was as if an unshakable monument had appeared above his head. "This is fake. This must be a fake. How is this possible? I don't believe this, I absolutely don't believe this. This must be an inside story!" Some people panicked. "Right. It has to be an inside story. It's even possible that the Japanese Sword Saint has joined forces with the Supreme Dragon Gate, so as to give their new Dragon Lord a legitimate successor to the Supreme Dragon Gate!"

“I can't. He pisses me off so badly I want to destroy his face. And when he makes me angry, I strike and when I do, it doesn't end well, and everyone assumes I'm the bad guy. He makes things hard for me on purpose.” I sighed. “I know but still try. Pretend he's not there and walk away. As your fake girlfriend, I have to make you look and act like the good guy. That's the visibility we want so everyone thinks you've changed.” He rests back on his seat. “Ahh, good guy sucks.” “Even though.” I rolled my eyes and we're enjoying the music being sung by a young talented guitarist. “I want more sake.” I smiled. “You sure?” “Yes.”

“All women will also feel ticklish if you blow in their ears. Don’t do it again!" “You've been daydreaming a lot lately. And I saw Mr. sexy never comes. Do you miss him?” “Huh, no way. I'm thinking about my thesis." “Really? No normal woman would think about a thesis with a face like that.” "What kind of face do you mean?" “A face that looks like you want to kiss someone right now.” “Bullshit. I know you're just trying to provoke me. But I will not be provoked easily.”

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s:

“You feel safe with him. The barrier of not knowing who you really are keeps you safe and also you don’t have to worry about what’s going to leak to the press...” I nod “I don’t even know why but I feel safe with him. It’s like when I talk to Craig, I feel alive, that hollow feeling eating at me is gone and for a little while I still feel like Raeleigh and not Rae Hartley, I don’t have to fake a smile or pretend to be okay. I don’t even know why. It’s like when I’m talking to him, the hollow feeling fades for a while. It’s like I’m… still real to someone.”

“Wow.” “What?” “It's just,” I shook my head, “surreal. I have read and watched all of your existence, but they are very very certain to let us know that you guys are all fake and just fiction,” I wheezed. “Please, fiction,” she rolled her eyes. “Like humans could ever think of something so great. Seriously, most of the ideas come from higher demons that you know, either made a deal with a human and sold out or one that is probably in the industry.”

Emma whispered, turning her chair to face Florence as soon as their coworker left the room. “Hmm?” Florence replied, not giving her much attention since she was certain Emma was going to share another cheap gossip about Scott. “Well, you’ll probably want to give me more attention for this one,” Emma teased, crossing her arms in front of her chest and staring at Florence until she dropped whatever she was doing and gave Emma her full attention. Florence took a deep breath and put on her best fake smile.

"The wolves? Are they attacking the humans?" He shakes his head. “It’s all fake. Good fakes, but fake all the same. It's a mixture of very good acting and special effects. The techies showed me the anomalies, but most people miss it. Look again. Sometimes the wolves have three toes, or two tails.” “Why don’t people realise? Can't they see it's fake” “Did you, Mara? People see what they want to see.” My mate takes his glass and sits next to me. “There are similar campaigns against vampires, changelings, even the fae.”