Faking Relationship Novels & Stories

He chuckled, and gently pulled my hands away. "No need to hide, baby. That's something I want to do. Like, a lot. Maybe just...pace ourselves? I don't want us to leap into something too quickly." He assured. I felt my body relax instantly. I'm relieved that he wants this just as badly as I do, but I'm also glad that he wants to go slow. I need to go slow. Out of everything in our relationship that's fake, mainly from my part, I want that one thing in particular to be real.

If he liked it, I was going to start working there, but because of Kevin, even though the boss liked it, there was an incident the next evening, and my work adventure there was short-lived. After that, I met fake Darian, decided he was a decent man, and accepted his proposal quickly both to get rid of the Kevin trouble and because I'd lost my heart to him. "It's me," I said, nodding my head. "But you're blonde," said Darian. "I was fake blonde at that time, yes. Don't remind me, shut up!" "You performed at such respectable places, so what should we say about the places you hung around?"

“Don’t kid yourself, Leon. I’m not your wife. I’m your fake wife. A convenient arrangement with an expiration date.” Leon’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “That’s not true-” “Not true?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “What’s true about any of this? In a few months, this will all be over. You’ll go your way, I’ll go mine, and you can do whatever you want. Isn’t that what we agreed?” For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His silence only fueled my anger. “Are you worried about Owen?” I added sarcastically, “the handsome scholar who might ruin the carefully calibrated image of your precious marriage? Or is it the thought of your wife moving on too quickly—with her old classmate—that bother

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?”

At first, it was cute, adorable even but now she’s being so freaking infuriating and that’s one thing I fucking hate about minions, their lack of ability to think for themselves. It’s evident the only thing working in her head right now is how she’s going to explain the situation further without hurting Cameron. “You’re in love with Cameron, he’s in a relationship with a gold digger. And I’ll be helping you destroy said relationship by being your fake boyfriend.” I point out, “What do you not understand?” “Why are you speaking to me like that?” She pouts, her lower lip stretching out and those freaking almond eyes blinking up at me. “Because you’re acting—”

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.

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 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