Faking Straight Novels & Stories

He says and i roll my eyes "It turns out Angela was only faking her so called pregnancy " i tell him and he chokes on his drink "Faking as in pretending?! Like she wasn’t pregnant?!" He says and i nod again, signaling for another drink to which Judy nods in response "Yes man, she was only pretending to be pregnant " i say and he chuckles “You know, i knew she was mentally unstable but I wasn’t expecting this kind of craziness “ he says and i laughed

“Dr. Ben? It’s Jake Dylan. Yeah, my mother left a while ago… Don’t worry, I’m fine. Listen—I need a favor.” I arrived at the hospital and found Dr. Ben waiting. Our private doctor never asked questions—not when my mom signed his checks. “A little accident,” I told him, and within the hour my left arm was strapped into a cast. A sham pain, but real privilege. Fake it till you make it, they said. Well, I’d be faking this injury until Summer came crawling back to me. (End of Flashback) Now here I was, lying in a hospital bed while machines hummed around me. And my plan worked. The door burst open, and there they were.

Charles freaking Brown! The man was a master of disguise. Handsome, charming as hell, with that stupid, easy smile that could convince anyone he was the nicest guy in the room. And maybe I fell for it because I was young and stupid, too in love with the idea of him to see what was really going on. But now I knew better. Oh, I knew a lot better.

"The threat letter you found in my safe wasn't a bluff, Xitllali. Someone had a sniper watching our gates. If I kept you in Guadalajara, they would have put a bullet in your chest or killed your father in Monterrey. The only way to keep your family safe was to make the entire cartel believe you were dead." I shook my head, backing up until my spine hit the wall behind the counter. "No. No, you're lying! You're a monster, Guillermo! If you knew, you would have dragged me back! You're obsessed with controlling me!" "I signed your death certificate myself," he whispered. His voice cracked for the first time. "I gave the forensic team my own blood and bone samples from my private morgue to fake

"And?" "And it did not feel fake, Claire. At all." My voice cracks on the last word. "This was supposed to be simple. Fake date Ryan's brother, make him jealous, fix Ethan's image, walk away in three months with my dignity intact. Nobody said anything about actually falling for him." Claire studies me for a long moment, her expression softening from shock into something gentler. "Sophie. Can I be honest with you?" "Please."

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.

His reputation spoke for itself. So, not being intimidated at all, Eden stood her ground, "No, Mr. Etheridge, being my boss doesn’t give you the right to judge me. It’s my personal life. And I don't take orders for it. And in any case, if you are talking as my fiancee, then let me remind you, we are not truly engaged or bound to each other. It's a fake thing." Damien's eyes got colder as he took a step close to Eden. While breathing fire, just when he was about to open his mouth, an unexpected knock stopped him with his thoughts unsaid. The opening sound of the door drew their attention to the interrupter.

Clausfford's nervousness and eagerness are reflected in the tapping of his fingers on the wood of his desk. “Oh, I see, you walk your bitch under a fake ID, steal millions, and then have her choke on your dick. It's okay, I don't judge you, for meat like that anyone does nonsense - he does drink her liquor inviting me to do the same -. By the way, she was a beautiful woman, where did you get her from? I want one like that. I heard you work for the SCU, is that where women carved with the bodies of goddesses come from?

Clearing her throat, Emily sat down, smoothening down her blouse. “I'm sorry, Sir but what did you just say? I think I heard wrong. I hope it is wrong” “I want you be my fake girlfriend” Emily blinked, absorbing the shocking offer, “Are you sure of what you have just said, Mr. Sterling?” “I am” "I'm not sure how I feel at the moment" “I completely understand, Ms. Collins. It's a lot to ask," "Sir, I……I appreciate the trust you've placed in me. But engaging in a fake relationship feels... ethically challenging. I also understand the pressure you're facing from your family and it’s a difficult situation. However, I don't want to participate in deceiving your family”

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal