Faking It: Tears Of A Crime Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gritted my teeth gasping, inhaling this poisonous air. “You're lying!” I screamed, a train of tears pouring down my face. I hoped this act was believable. These fake tears I had been preparing for all the while in the basement. My practice was paying off, this bastard believed it. He leaned forward, observing my reddened face. Thanks to the gas, the tears looked more profound. “You're a pretty girl. I won't hurt you since they need you–” the sharp tip of the blade cut through my cheeks. Blood trailed down mixing with tears. My shoulders jerked, but I had to endure this torture for the plan.

I could tell she was pretending to be hurt and the tears that spilled from her eyes were the tears of a crocodile-- completely fake. "I twisted my foot." She let out a loud (fake) sob and pouted as innocently as possibly. I stood in my place like I was barely affected while Jade's eyes curiously searched for mine. I wouldn't let her lock our gazes except. "Oh, would you be able to walk to your room?" Jenna was yet to catch her lying while I rolled my eyes, acting as if I was bored.

“Look, I don’t have the strength for this tonight. Let’s talk tomorrow.” Tomorrow? Tomorrow that always never came. He walked past me, pulling off his shirt. I stared again, there were faint red stains near his neck. “You’re lying,” I said louder, tears spilling down. “You’re cheating on me, aren’t you?” He laughed softly, that cruel kind of laugh that makes you feel small. “Don’t start your drama, Aria.” “Then explain the perfume, the lipstick, the late nights!” I screamed louder now. "Explain why you don’t look at me anymore! Why you don’t even touch me!”

“The mating ceremony with Victor was fake! We only did it to appease the pack…” “Fake?” I pulled out my phone. “Is this fake, too?” I showed her my social media feed. “You blocked me on all your accounts,” I said coldly. “But my friends can still see all the happy pictures of you and Victor.” “That was…” “Beach vacations. Candlelit dinners. Private yachts.” I flicked through the images. “And this one. The two of you kissing in Paris. The caption? ‘With my one true soulmate.’”

Crocodile tears gradually trickle down her chins. Every one except me expresses genuine remorse over her tears. Alpha Douglas alongside bridgette indulge in the feigned remorse. Guess they do so to avoid suspicions from the weeping dummies. Everyone expresses emotional hurt over her tears and painful narration. Their expressions darkens and remorse cloud their faces. Oh geez!. How dumb are these wolfs. Pretty obvious her tears are crocodile. A dizzy bitch dosent head up stage, regain composure within seconds and shed tears the next. Her actions are obviously fake.

“I hope you’re aware, those fake tears cannot buy you out of this. You were the ones who sent those pictures of Wayne and Jasmine to me. Be prepared to explain everything… —*

I warn, hating how my voice cracks. I’m terrified, and I’m bad at hiding it. They know, because my hand is literally shaking right in front of them. “What a pleasant surprise,” one of them mutters. His voice, I recognize it as the first male, the man‑whore. “Drogo’s pet?” “She faked it,” the one next to him says. “I thought she fainted, but that was all to get away. Smart move, girl.” Don’t tell me they were among those men in the room. I didn’t know their faces because I didn’t care to take a careful moment to look.

“Stop whatever you're doing. It's not going to work.” “What's not going to work,” she sniffled. “Your pretense,” Talia cut in. “We are going to expose you to the police. They are going to get you for what you did, Bambi. You cannot hide behind those fake tears anymore,” “Fake?” Bambi asked, and a smile faltered on her face. “You think my real tears are fake?” “Calling them real makes them even fake.” I added. She leaned towards me, her voice merely above a whisper. “You know what would interest the police, Maxton?” She asked.

She sniffled, her eyes welling up with tears. “It wasn’t intentional, Juliano.” Her voice was shaky; a drop of tear fell from her eye as she blinked. “Making a fool of me for years wasn't intentional?” I stared at her, hungry for an answer. If that'd make me forgive myself for trusting so much. She sniffed and pretended to search her purse for a handkerchief. Her fingers shifted the purse towards me, making it an excuse to lean across the table. “Don't try to fake it. I won't fall for those tears anymore”, She bit her lips, caught up in her act. I used to hate seeing her cry.

It was absurd! "Please!" She looked up at her with tears in her eyes. Fake tears. "It will piss me off greatly if I see those fake tears." Megan seethed coldly. "I don't know what might happen to your job. Now get the fuck up, I don't want to stress my neck because of you." She threatened. Tina shuddered and immediately stood up and sucked in the tears back. Good. At least she won't have to deal with fake tears or with having to look down so she would look at her.