Faking Relationship Novels & Stories

I continued, “and we have to uphold this fake relationship situation for the entire time, then I want to make something clear: we are not going to be in any sort of relationship other than friendship behind the scenes.” Nathan nodded slowly. “Go on…” “Rule one: all dates, public occasions, facing the media, Alpha Council visits, and family visits will be faked. Rule two: at home, I don’t want there to be anything else going on between us. I don’t want to do anything to destroy our friendship.” “Well, that’s fair,” Nathan said. “But what if either of us wants to look for a romantic partner?”

“I am still looking into it and getting all the information that I need, but…” “But it’s taking time and by the look on your face, it's time you or is it she, may not have?” “Yes…” “So, how did you meet her?” “She worked at Nightmoon and Co. However, I didn’t know what she was to me until she came to one of the dance clubs one night a few weeks ago.” “Is she here now?” “Yes, and the male I suspect is her fake mate isn’t letting her leave his side.” “I take it this is where I come in, right, Bro?”

How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama? “Oh, it’s okay if you can’t tell me.” She smiles, and before I can respond, she continues. “Ryder and I started with a fake relationship too. It was more like a bet, actually. I hated him to my bones, but I guess I was only lying to myself.” My head snaps toward her. A fake relationship? Just like me and Kade. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I follow her inside, my thoughts stumbling over themselves. I swallow the question burning at the back of my throat and keep quiet, letting her continue.

Zane’s arms around my waist, my smile that looked more like a grimace. ”You look like strangers being forced to hug for a hostage photo.” I took a quick glance at Zane, but he remained expressionless. My eyes fell back on my hands, staring. ”I’ve produced twelve seasons of reality television,” She continued, her voice rising, that professionalism cracking. “I know when two people have potential. I know you have to fake it.” She leaned against the desk. “But you’re so bad at it.” ”We’re trying. I’m sorry i—“ I tried to water down her anger but she cut me off.

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

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.

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

If this was going to work, I needed a plan—a solid one. I grabbed a notebook and pen from the coffee table, flipping to a fresh page. "Alright," I murmured to myself, "let's figure this out." At the top of the page, I scrawled in big, bold letters: FAKE RELATIONSHIP PLAN: Step 1: Backstory: I tapped my pen against the paper, thinking. If we were going to convince my family that Julian and I had been dating for months, we’d need a believable backstory. I wrote down a few ideas:

“A fake relationship is a fineable offense, but a fake engagement is corporate fraud, and if the board catches us lying about a marriage, they won't just fire me—they’ll blackball my license and sue you for breach of contract." "They won't catch us because we aren't going to look like we're lying," Stefan said, his strides effortless as he closed the distance between us again, his massive frame completely cutting off the exit until I was trapped between his chest and the brickwork, the scent of his expensive cologne mixing with the sharp metallic tang of the arena air.

"All right, Mr. Heathrow. Now let's discuss strategy. Believability is the first rule of fake relationships. The general public must purchase it. Therefore, even if the story is completely made up, it must have an authentic feel. With a hint of humor returning to his voice, he said, "And you've already nixed the storm stranded strangers in a tiny motel room' version?""Unfortunately, yes,"she sighed. "Too ridiculous for a professional sportsman. It shouts "one-night stand,"not "soulmates."We require something relatable and uncliched that evokes a sense of destiny.