Faking It: Tears Of A Crime Novels & Stories

His eye is half protruding and his lips are purple from squeezing his neck until it snapped while he was hitting him. The doors are flung open and I don't look who walks in as I try to clean my hands of the disfigured guy's disgusting blood. I even got my jacket on, the blood makes me gag, it's so…gross. Beckam stops in front of me furious. On one side is Nathan and on the other the chubby, Patrick taking me away from the almost dead. I stopped fighting but no one let go of me as if at any moment I was going to lose my mind. But they don't know that I lose my head when I want to and when I don't, I fake it.

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"

A bestselling romance novelist tweeted: “Just watched the fake marriage film from that retreat. WHOLEHEARTEDLY obsessed. Where’s the book deal?” A pop singer duetted the video on TikTok, crooning a soft, emotional ballad over the final scene—over her voice, whispering Lake’s name in her sleep. By evening, the retreat’s website had crashed from all the traffic. Journalists were writing articles about the “couple that fooled the world by falling for each other.” Some claimed it was scripted; others swore it was real. And Ivy?

Stealing from a pregnant women. Mandy’s blood ran cold, then hot with a fury so pure it stole her breath. Her hand trembled as she clicked on Jane’s live stream replay. She watched the performance; the fake tears, the manipulated bruises, the cruel words: "If she’s looking for a father for her own child… why did she have to choose mine? Before the meaning could fully sink in, her phone rang. Aiden’s name lit up the screen. She blinked quickly, "Did he already see the News?"

"You're nothing but a liar. You're just trying to accuse me." My eyes narrowed when I saw Jannie's expression change from one of anger to one of hurt, and I knew it was fake. Her eyes welled up with tears, but I could tell they were crocodile tears. She bit her lip and clenched her jaw, trying to appear like she was in pain. Her shoulders began to tremble, and she started to make small, fake sobs. Her hands went to her chest, as if clutching at her heart.

He hung up the call while my eyes were stuck in space, wishing to let tears stream down my eyes. “Yeah! I miss yo---u too,” I couldn’t hold it anymore. I started sobbing while pretending to be on call, “I don’t know why I am crying when we should be getting nasty hahahah!” I faked a laugh, “but I miss you. Staying away from you is soooo hard,” I was lying to myself and everyone. There was nobody on the call. It was just a broken she-wolf pretending to be in a happy relationship.

Blood beads out around the silver, hissing and sizzling as it pools and drips down her lower leg. I watch Kira closely as she cries, but her tears have no effect on me. Not when I can see so clearly how fake they are. This hurts, it’s painful as shit. I am sure of it, but the tears she is weeping aren’t those of an innocent woman. They are of a woman who thinks she can manipulate her way out of anything she desires. Unfortunately for her, I am immune to such pathetic attempts.

“You are not coming with us. However you connived your way here, connive it back to the rest of the pack.” “Really, Axel?” Her voice went soft, wounded. “That’s how you are going to treat me? After everything you have put me through?” Tears formed in her eyes and I felt my jaw clench. Sometimes I wondered how she could manufacture fake tears so easily, like she had a switch she could flip. Before I could tell her to save the performance, Amber snapped. “Oh please, give it a rest. Even a blind person would see through it. That’s how fake the tears are.”

I won't fall for that. "What is the meaning of this nonsense? How dare you upload these pictures?" I yell at her, and she flinches. Tears well up in her eyes, but does she think that her fake tears can move me? She must be joking around. "I didn't do it," She shakes her head as her tears finally stream down her cheeks.

While Irena was talking, she made her voice quiver to make herself sound mournful. “You look like my wife, and that pisses me off!” Bryan closed his eyes and his voice trailed down to a sorrowful whisper. He continued to back away from Irena with his hand up to his head. “I was jealous. That’s the reason why I abducted you that night,” Irena said through her fake, sorrowful voice. “I wanted what your wife had. Your wife and I look like the same person, but we weren’t the same, because she had you, and I didn’t.” Irena made a teardrop from her eye. The crime lord felt pleased with herself after feeling the fake tear stream down her cheek. She hoped that her tear technique would disarm Bryan a