Faking It: Tears Of A Crime Novels & Stories

"Okay. Stop crying, please. I'll do anything that you want. Please just forgive me. I'm so sorry." "All?" I was still crying, but in my heart, I was smirking in victory. "Yes," he replied. Ahh... I know these fake cries will work. I am so good! "Promise?" My cry faded instantly. I wiped my fake tears. "Yes, sweetie. Just forgive me." Poor creature, he didn't know I was just making this all up. But duh... it’s okay, it’s his fault too. "Okay." I smiled sweetly at him.

The worst part of it were the words said against her character. Thinking of it, hot tears rolled down her cheek, somewhat soothing the place where she was slapped. Her vision got blurred as the her glasses got smudged in a matter of moments. When she finally calmed down and looked around her cabin, she was agitated once again. She threw the roses in the waste bin and kept glaring at them for a while. She gathered the vase and the painting before she approached Damien's cabin. She didn’t know what he was trying to do but it had totally ruined her reputation in office forever.

She believes I killed her sister, and according to her, she has proof. ‘So you let her blackmail you, even when you know the proof is probably fake?’ I asked him. ‘I try not to see it that way,’ he answered. ‘She’s the sister of someone I used to love. That’s a different bonding altogether.’ ‘And what did she mean by a cheap photocopy?’ I asked, recalling that Stan had also said I looked exactly like the girl he had buried ‘Maya’s just crazy,’ he shrugged. ‘She’s had so much to drink. I could smell the alcohol all over her.’

He's a dumb jock and they tend to be big mouths and gossip kings . After a while of long silence and weird looks from both Tyler and Nick, I finally got an answer. "Okay." Tylers expression quickly changed, and he smirked, shrugging his shoulders as if it was 'no big deal' and 'easy' to be my fake girlfriend. "Whaaaaat ?" I let a fake giggle slide from my lips. Oh no. No no no no no! Please no. "I said I'll do it." He gave me a flat look as he shrugged, acting like it's nothing. I felt like vomiting. Were we actually going to do this? Oh god...

I hate it when a woman doesn't know her worth and limit. Seeing that I wasn't conceding to her offer for breakfast, her lips began to wobble in tears_fake tears_ before I could comment on her crocodile tears, Gabby walked out with a plate of chocolate. "You're still here Gabriel?" She stared at Claire and the tears trailing down her cheeks, she shook her head clearly amused. "You need to suck it up bitch; everybody knows those tears aren't real"

The touch she used to crave was making her cringe. Faking all types of tears was one of her many talents, and at that moment, Sierra channeled her inner actress and made herself cry. Her eyes swelled with tears. As if on cue, she cried. Not too much—just a drop for that ‘gratitude’ effect. No one could tell it was rehearsed, however. "Thank you, Alek. This is so stunning." Alek smiled and then held her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles. "I’m sorry about the last scene. I shouldn’t have been too sensitive."

" I studied her closely. Her hands were too tightly closed. Her breathing too fast. Her scent shifted again. Fear. But not for me. For herself. I moved nearer, my wolf pricking, my senses increasing. Tears filled Lira's eyes. She extended her hand down and wiped one off. She was just doing her best to save you, she said. The tear didn't smell right. Not salty. Not real. My chest tightened. I inhaled slowly. And froze. The tear had no truth in it. No real emotion. Just performance. My wolf was deep and low in me. She is lying. The thought came home to me, and my heart was racing. "Lira," I said quietly. "Yes?" as I asked, and my voice shook. "Why do your tears smell fake?"

I said but it sounded so unreal, it felt like I was only being defensive and I was actually guilty of what I was being accused of. Marcus swiped to another photo—me alone in the bathroom, my face red, eyes puffy from crying. "Look at this," he said, his voice rising. "Cynthia faking tears to get sympathy from teachers after Fanny’s death playing the victim card like she wasn’t the one behind the set up" Gasps filled the hall, whispers turning to shocked murmurs: "I can't believe it…she seemed so inspiring, like a role model. We almost idolized her."

He asked and then I pretending to be scared "What is wrong?? What happened?? He asked looking quite worried and the thought of CJ being worried about gave me goosebumps "I.. I.. am scared.. I c.ant sleep.. I have a terrible nightmare and.. and... " I fake a cry and started shedding crocodile tears CJ slowly rubbed his hand on my back and assured me that everything is okay I quickly wrapped my hand around his neck and hugged him tightly, I know he was shocked and he try to pull away but I was not ready to let go and started my fake sob again "Pls CJ. Just do me a favour by staying with me tonight.. Pls just this favour.. I am really scared " I said and he didn't say anything for some minutes

The arrogant, high-fashion, entirely untouchable socialite had been completely, utterly shattered. She was left behind as a terrified, calculating, entirely desperate Delta who had just realized she had pushed the absolute wrong button on a fully armed nuclear weapon. Tears rapidly welled up in her stormy grey eyes. Fake tears. Calculated, entirely manipulative tears. Even from across the room, I could smell the distinct, undeniable lack of genuine sorrow or regret in her scent. It smelled like sour manipulation. "Maverick... please," she sobbed dramatically. She reached out a trembling, manicured hand, attempting to gently touch the expensive lapel of his suit jacket.