Faking Relationship Novels & Stories

“You heard me. Just someone to play the part. Pretend to be with me for a few weeks. Flash some smiles. Appear in photos. Then she disappears, alongside the rumors.” “But you...wait.” He narrowed his eyes. “You’ve never let any woman touch you, not since…” His voice trailed off. We both knew why. “So how the hell are you going to fake a relationship when you can’t stand being touched?” “I know.” I tapped a finger against the glass. “But… there’s actually one I could tolerate.” Kelvin blinked. “No way.” “There is.” “Who?” I leaned forward, my voice low. “The one I told you about. Anna. Miss fierce.”

he said as he roved my body, his eyes lingered on the deep v cut I had worn. I smiled and took my seat opposite him, “you clean up well as well.” “So we’re making him jealous or starting an actual war between the girlfriend and babymama?” I pulled back with a smile. “Why not both?” He leaned forward, elbows on the white tablecloth. “You’re serious about this? A full fake relationship?” “I want the media talking and I want all of his sponsors nervous. I want her”—I stabbed a manicured finger at my phone screen, where Riley’s face beamed from a trending video—“to feel like she’s being used.”

"The one in which we enter into a fake relationship to make others jealous. You can make that Tom guy jealous and I can make my ex-girlfriend jealous making her to realize her mistake of leaving me. She will come back to me and we will-" "What?" she cut him off in the middle unable to process the nonsense he's spouting. Aiden rolled his eyes and started again. "we enter into a fake relationship to make others jealous. You can make that Tom guy jelous and I can make my ex-girlfriend jealous making her to realize-"

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

he leaned in to whisper before walking out of the shop. Mom sighed and looked at me. I instantly knew what she would say. “Has he apologized?” I nodded, not elaborating further. “Then patch up with him, Dani. Don’t let go of the one who loves you.” I rolled my eyes at Mom’s naivety. “Drake doesn’t love me, Mom. He only wants a fake relationship with me.” She gaped at me for a minute in disbelief. “What do you mean by a fake relationship?” I groaned. How would I explain it to her? “It’s a relationship where the partners don’t love one another. It’s a relationship of convenience which doesn’t involve love, commitment, and marriage.”

ARIA I don't know what I am doing, or maybe I do but I don't care. When Arthur suggested creating a scene for the news to keep the company shares high, and customers reaching out more to us, the first idea that had come to my mind was to create a fake relationship. It is a classic, but it always works all the time. Back in school, most of my friends used it to top their ranking among their friends. Arthur also bought the idea, but it was easier for him since he already had a girlfriend, all he had to do was make it public.

"We'll make Davina fall for you in no time." I nodded, still feeling uneasy about the whole thing. But I knew that I had to see it through. For better or for worse, I was in this fake relationship, and there was no turning back. Over the next few weeks, Karla and I put on a great show. We went out to fancy dinners, walked around holding hands, and even took a few photos together to post on social media. I knew that Davina was seeing all of this, and I could tell that she was getting jealous.

Rolling my lips onto one another I stare at the dark ceiling. He stands, his ass cheeks clenched to perfection as he heads to the bathroom. I thought a fake relationship would make my life of being single easier. I had no idea I would slowly fall for my pretend boyfriend, wishing for the first time since I had my heart broke...that I could try my chances at love one more time without being terrified. *** Rae Sun filters through the blinds, splitting across my face in a ray of warmth that wakes me from my sleep. Yawning, I slowly roll over and come face to face with a sleeping Max. His eyes flutter open and a devilish smirk crosses his face. I pull the sheet up, covering my own smile and morn

“I wanted a fake relationship, not a fake marriage.” “Aren't they the same thing?” “No!” Infuriated, I hit him on his arm, but he barely flinched. Show off. “What do you want?!” “I want us to have a fake marriage. It's still a fake relationship; we won't get married.” “And what if someone suspects?” “The same excuse. Just for a few months, and then we are done. Besides, I already need all those fans off my back. If they find out that I am with someone already, they'll back off.”

"I just wanted them to stop looking at me like I was pathetic. Like I was... less." Ah. There it was—the reason behind the desperation. "Well," I said, setting my cup down on the table, "if you're serious about this, we need to set some ground rules. A fake relationship is only as good as its execution." She raised an eyebrow. "Ground rules?" "Non-negotiable," I replied. "Think of it as damage control. Rule one: we stick to the same story, with no improvisation. You've already told your coworkers we're dating, so we need a believable timeline."