Faking Straight Novels & Stories

Selena, the woman I'd been talking about, was standing on stage with microphone in hand. That was why Kayla's face had gone white. I didn't give her time to recover. "How is that possible? Your grandmother bought you folic acid. Yuvan said you had nausea. You even switched out your heels. There's no way you're not pregnant. Yuvan told me everything. You don't have to hide it. I'm not going to make it weird. It's not like I have feelings for you or anything..."

He didn't have the initiative to clean up his track. Phil smirked. 'Lester Jackson from New York, huh?' he thought with amused wickedness. Judging from the initial information he pulled up, he knew all of it was fake. The last name was fake, the Social Security Number was fake, the occupation was fake, the entire documents to cover up his true identity were fake.

Well, this plan of mine might be crazy, but trust me, it's the best and perfect way to get a girlfriend for you brother " Alex jumped on his feet immediately "Really, I can't wait to spoil her with fresh and neat cash... " he said dancing around Peace places her hands on her head " Come on bro it's not everything you use money to do... Huhhhh. Argh " "peace is right, come Alex let's listen to her plan first. " Tyler said, stealing a glance at Peace. "So what is the plan, relationship planner? " Alex asked "I think you should live a fake life, perhaps you should act like a poor man. Maybe you can get to see a true lover. Who is not after your money, but your love and affection... "Peace expla

He needed to gather more information on the family of the playmate, especially all the dirty laundry that he could use to make them stay away from his family. In the bedroom, Nera created a fake F******k account with a fake name and new login details. She then texted Frank to create a fake F******k account and gave him her new account details. Frank stared at the message with a smile; he knew exactly where everything was leading but it was too dangerous. He quickly made an account and sent Nera a friend request on her new account. "What is a precious pearl thinking?" Frank texted back. "Have you ever done anything naughty on a F******k account?" Nera asked.

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."

Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself. “Yes,” I said, answering the phone. I pretended to listen for a while. As the screen scrolled rapidly, I intended to prolong the conversation. “Yes, the amount is six million, I'm still waiting for the email.” I hoped the police wouldn't be too late. Otherwise, our exit wouldn't be as easy as I thought. “Yes, Luke Freeman will receive the money. He's my brother!” My mood improved as the accounts on the screen hit zero one by one. I didn't think I'd be having fun while in the middle of a dangerous situation, but I was actually enjoying myself quite a bit.

‘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,’

Surprisingly, there's no cubicle in sight. The interview is nearing an end, and I'd say it's gone well, having avoided some uncomfortable questions about what I specifically did at Sterling's company. I didn't lie. Call it stretching the truth. In short, faking it until you make it is a better option than explaining I was no more than a well-dressed errand girl. All the initial promises Sterling made when I took the job as being his personal assistant went out the window the first day I started. No attending interviews. No listening in on important calls. Nothing substantial for me to grow and learn about how the business is run.

she dropped the bomb with the most unbothered smile on her My jaw hits the floor with a thud "What? What do you mean by faking an illness?" To this she had another prolonged laughter before she stopped to answer "Oh you still haven't put it together... Just how stupid can you be? I was never sick. I just faked it, and Dr Fang here just happened to be in a very tight spot back then... With her help I was able to fabricate everything I needed to make it look like I was actually dying..." She stopped to taking the misery spilling on my face before she continued

"Fake you broke up with me on my way to the airport." "What did fake me say?" I asked, playing along with the new name. He looked up as though thinking. "Something about leaving me and not wanting to hear from me again," he explained as his eyes came back to me and his eyebrows furrowed down. "How did you know it wasn't me?" He ran a hand through his hair as he already smiled with his answer. "Fake you said I had a tiny dick, and I knew I was the biggest dick you had ever seen."