Faking Relationship Novels & Stories

he blurted out of nowhere. “Are you seriously kidding me right now?” He smirked. “Of course not. I am serious. Let’s get married. Let’s make this whole thing real. We were supposed to get married anyway. Remember, we are still engaged.” “Oh my gosh, you still remember that fake engagement?” “That engagement brings us closer together, thanks to your dad.” “I wonder how dad would react if he knew about our relationship.”

It's a different conversation that I really expected. "Eat? Do you think I can eat well? I've been putting up with our relationship for two years, Zedrick! I thought I would be happy with you... but it's not! Are you getting tired of me? Am I ugly? Aren't I as delicious as the other girls you keep in bed?!” I was holding back tears because of the tension I was feeling. I can't stand it anymore because I don't know what to do for me if my husband is crazy and not with another woman.

Or… Were you so wicked to fuck him even though you were related? —No... no... I didn't know, it's that he... threatened me, said that... "Stop making excuses!" You were enjoying it!—He pointed to where the video was before—Shit, yuck!—He shook his head and I looked everywhere looking for a way out—. What a fucking fake you turned out to be. -Shut!

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

It was because the whole thing sounded impossible. How could Kelvin McSmith, the most handsome man that she had ever set her eyes on and the son of one of the richest men on Earth be asking her out? He gave her a self-satisfied smile before saying "Oh common, you know what I'm talking about. It's not a real relationship. It's just to make Zhang jealous. I'm really bored and being in a fake relationship might be the best thing for me right now" 'Fake relationship!' echoed inside Alisha's brain for almost a minute before she angrily got out of her seat.

he asked. My heart stumbled as I bit my lower lip. “This isn't about us, Adrian.” I had seen families where one person opposed the relationship, and it never ended well. And damn me, because it seemed like he was forgetting this was fake in the first place. "Then what is this about, huh?” he asked, locking his eyes on mine. His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him, earning a small gasp from my lips. “We are in a fake relationship, Adrian,” I explained firmly, holding his gaze.

“I call it ‘Operation Roots.’ We need to create the illusion of a solid, rooted relationship. It’s all about putting down roots and looking like a real family when the government checks in on you.” “Operation Roots?” I echo, intrigued. The name alone sounds like something out of a movie, and the idea of crafting our story into something believable feels both daunting and exhilarating. “Yes! Here’s how it works,” Candy says, leaning forward as she pulls out a notepad. “First, we need to establish your public personas as a couple. I’ll set up some public appearances… dinners, community events, maybe even a family-friendly outing with Frida. We need the world to see you as a cohesive family uni

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

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

“Please. Did you actually think I’d fall for you?” I didn’t answer that. My throat dried, not that I expected that he would fall for him but hearing from him hurt a little. “Rule three.” I continued suddenly “We never talk about this agreement to anyone, not your teammates, not even your dumb hockey groupies. No exceptions.” His brow lifted. “You think I have groupies?” I gave him a look. “Okay, maybe I do,” he admitted, unbothered. “And rule four,” I said, writing in big, underlined letters, “This fake relationship ends in one month. After homecoming, it’s over. That gives us just enough time for all this to blow over.”