Faking Relationship Novels & Stories

“We confirm the relationship. If they want to make you my mistress, then fine. We’ll show them you’re mine. Not a fling. Not a scandal. Mine” My head snapped up. “Excuse me?” He met my gaze. “We tell the public this isn’t a fling. It’s not a scandal. It’s a long-standing relationship.” Heat flared in my chest. “So I just… what? Smile and nod and play your girlfriend?” “Yes,” Ryan said simply. “We fake date. For the public.” I looked at the charts—red lines plunging down. I thought of Isabella, already being cornered by cameras, already dragged into a war she didn’t choose.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

like the only way to identify me is by who I used to “belong to.” It’s strange, faking a relationship with someone. And by faking, I mean literally faking every single romantic part of said relationship. Because Charles is gay. It breaks my heart that he’s been advised to keep his sexuality hushed out of fear it will hurt his career. I’ve encouraged him to come out, but he’s not ready, and I respect that. He’s one of my very best friends now, and our tight-knit bond of platonic friendship is what sells our fake relationship so well. Touring Europe with Charles will be so fucking fun. I can probably convince Farisha to sneak away for a week too. She’s a sucker for anything European.

Emma narrowed her eyes at me and said, “I was going to surprise you, but you both managed to surprise me instead.” I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I couldn’t tell her I needed the financial aid or that her brother’s dick was fucking fabulous. “It’s not real, Em,” Damon said, saving me. I nodded. “It’s just for PR.” “PR?” she asked, looking between us. “So, it’s a fake relationship?” “Yes.” Damon and I said in unison. Cillian eyed us both, making me look anywhere but at him. He was wearing a tight tee shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles.

“Okay, hear me out—fake relationship.” Cole turned to me like I’d just said I was an alien from Mars. “What?” “Fake relationship,” I repeated, crossing my arms as we sat on the empty bleachers behind the gym. “You and me. We pretend we’re a couple so we can stop Edward and Mom’s wedding.” He went silent for a few seconds. Then he let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “Faye, get a life. Seriously. You’re delusional.”

Seeing that she wouldn't budge no matter how I asked, I decided to use a more typical means by telling her a fucking made story. Yeah, I had to fake up those little lies just to get her to spew whatever shit, she was refusing to say. And she did, i fucking knew it'd work. She believed the fucking lies; like man, I had never been in a fucking relationship. Women can be too fucking clingy at times, you know. I can't afford to have a bitch sticking her fucking her arms around me all the time. Being tied down to one pussy, is just not my thing.

‘You clean up nicely,’ he murmured. I chuckled. ‘Do you say that to all your fake fiancées?’ He leaned closer, his hand settling lightly on my waist. I could feel his warm breath against my neck as his thumb brushed the fabric of my dress. ‘No,’ he said quietly, ‘just the ones that are going to cause me serious problems.’ For a moment none of us spoke; we just stared blankly at the two reflections. ‘Ready?’ He asked. My stomach tightened as I shook my head. ‘Not even a little,’

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

“You will be pleased to know I just got married on my way back from the bar. Please meet my new wife.” Their eyes meet and they all shake their heads and laugh. “Hello.” They all smile. “Nice to meet you,” one man replies as he shakes my hand. I smirk as my fake husband’s fingers tighten around my waist.” “About time,” another guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations, mate. What’s your wife’s name?” His eyes flick to me as he thinks before he smiles sexily again. “Blossom.” I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”

I know exactly how bad it was, and I will never make the same mistake again. “Max,” she says, and something unfurls in my chest, like a butterfly fluttering its wings for the first time. “Max and Gabby, huh? It kind of has a ring to it, don’t you think?” Her smile is a curious one. I lean my elbows on the table and stare her straight in the eyes, because this needs to be said. “Listen, Gabby. I don’t think we need to get so worked up over this whole fake relationship thing. All we need is a believable story to make it happen.”