Faking Ms Right Novels & Stories

" Do you think this is funny Maurvi? Let me tell you, I am very serious. So don't play games. " " I am not playing games, I am playing safe. Please step back and go on the other side of the table. "

What am I going to say? "I asked you what are you doing here?" Lucas snapped with a frown. I took a breath, trying to gain control over my rapid heart rate. "Master wants you in his office," I lied with the first thing that came into my head. Lucas's beady brown eyes narrowed. I stood my ground and stared straight into his eyes. His eyes flickered past me towards Kandel, who still laid almost dead on the floor. "Can't you knock," he said, irritated. "I am sorry Sir." I almost breathed a sigh of relief when he hesitantly yet suspiciously nodded.

“With my butt on this freezing floor? While I'm about to be sold by some stranger in a few hours?” I realized I was clenching my teeth. “That’s not going to happen.” “Easy for you to say!” “If it were easy for me, I wouldn't be here right now.” Fortunately, that sentence managed to quiet her. While she was talking, I had already accessed the identity records and started filtering the names that appeared. The phone number on the card made my job significantly easier. I began transferring all the accounts—large and small—into entirely different accounts. Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself.

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

“Who prepared the medicine? Who confirmed my pregnancy? Who is helping me fake my pregnancy symptoms?" "You don't want this? Then let's stop this," she challenged. She leaned close enough that only I could hear her. “If you stop helping me, I'll tell them your secret." My hands trembled. “They won’t remember that you were threatened.” Her smile widened. “They’ll remember that the Pack Physician lied about my pregnancy… prescribed the medicines… and helped me fake a damaged mating mark.” “So tell me, Ania…” She leaned back. “Who do you think they’ll believe?”

I looked at her wrong. “I stayed with Trisha. "Hmm, are you sure?" "I don't have to lie to you," I murmured as seriously as possible. I felt sad and disappointed, definitely this day would not be pretty. -It's okay. Today I will come a little later than normal, I will stay working with a colleague. Will you do something after work? I denied. -Any. "Okay," and turned his gaze to the computer again.

Jase acted like he is cleaning his ear with his finger. “Are you guys serious with your endearment? Mr. Fuenter? Ms.Croven?” Olivia burst out in laughter and held her stomach. The fudge? What’s wrong with these two? “You guys are weird.” I blurted and turned on my back again to head to my car. “You picked a nice call sign, dude.” I heard Jase teased Erwan. “You think so? I spent sleepless nights to practice calling her babe but calling her Ms. Croven seems much natural to me.” he giggled. Bastards.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

I am sure he will kill her if he reaches before you* R-18 frantically tapped some buttons to pull out the footage. He saw Sia sitting on the floor in the workroom. *What the hell is wrong with her? I thought I could work in peace since she is injured. This girl was such a trouble maker!* Then he used MDS (Member Detecting System) to track F-20. He was still in the assembly room. It would take him 5 minutes to reach the workroom. As expected, he had the AS strapped on his wrist, as if he needed that to kill a simple human. R-18 ran towards the workroom shaking his head.

Melina’s POV I stared at him like he’d just suggested we rob a bank together using only plastic spoons and pure delusion. “I’m sorry,” I said slowly, “I think the tequila is still rotting my brain, because it sounded like you just asked me to be your ‘girlfriend’.” Jace didn’t blink. “Fake girlfriend. Sixty days. Strict contract. We sell it so hard the entire campus, the brand sponsors, and Tristan’s fragile ego all buy it.”