Faking Straight Novels & Stories

Weird woman. When I am already outside the bar, I look sideways to see where she is and my eyes narrow in confusion when I spotted her not too far from the exit and a van pulled over in front of her. It took me a minute to realize what’s going on. I saw that the men inside the bar who are also wearing black outfits are forcing her to enter the van. I immediately tried to think of a way to help her and saw a bouncer with a gun in his hand, I stole it away, not minding his reaction. I aimed the gun in the direction of the van and fired, careful not to shoot Shane. My sudden appearance probably shocked the black outfit men and didn’t expect me there. The two guys let go of Shane’s arms and the

He's a dumb jock and they tend to be big mouths and gossip kings . After a while of long silence and weird looks from both Tyler and Nick, I finally got an answer. "Okay." Tylers expression quickly changed, and he smirked, shrugging his shoulders as if it was 'no big deal' and 'easy' to be my fake girlfriend. "Whaaaaat ?" I let a fake giggle slide from my lips. Oh no. No no no no no! Please no. "I said I'll do it." He gave me a flat look as he shrugged, acting like it's nothing. I felt like vomiting. Were we actually going to do this? Oh god...

No no no no. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t funny. This wasn’t fair. “Sissy…” “Stop,” I croaked. “Don’t—don’t say things like that.” “I’m not saying it to be dramatic, Scarlett,” she said softly. “I’m saying it because it’s time we all face the truth.” “No, it’s not,” I snapped, louder now. “It’s not the truth. It’s a messed-up joke, right? You faked an identity, got someone to pretend to be a client for your sake, dragged me all the way to freaking Beverly Hills under some shady job offer and now this? You’re dying?”

“If you were straight, wouldn’t you be freaking out right now? You’re acting like I’m gonna jump you or something.” I stiffened. “I didn’t say that.” “But you thought about it.” “I didn’t!” My voice cracked like I was lying. Which I kind of was. He stepped a little closer, arms folded. “You’re tense. I can practically see your soul trying to escape your body.” “That’s because you’re standing in my fucking shower. While I’m butt ass naked.” Brandon just grinned. “You’re the one who agreed to fake- lovers life. You gotta adapt to your new reality, babe.”

There was a Television on the shelf to the right but I didn't use it much. I sipped my coffee. On a good day, I could pick up the cup, take a sip and return it to the saucer, and if you were sitting at the table right next to me, you would never know I was in a good mood. The challenge was to see how long I could carry out the deception Before the person sitting next to me realized the truth. And believe me, the moment they do, they give themselves away. Some began to use it for their gain sweet-talking while some tried to manipulate me. As if their manipulation could work on me. They are seriously delusional.

Like she was a puzzle he was slowly figuring out. “I want the truth,” he said. “This marriage. It’s fake, isn’t it?” Jessica kept her face still, even as her heart pounded. “Why would you think that?” “Because Barry called me last night,” Matt said. “Crying about how Christian destroyed his career for stealing his fiancee. Except that’s not quite what happened, is it? Barry told me he left you. Publicly. And somehow, within hours, you’re engaged to the richest man in the city.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes.” She thanks me, promises to “handle it delicately,” and hangs up. I stare at my phone, heart pounding. It takes less than an hour. My notifications explode, texts, tags, screenshots. All faked by me, gotta love AI. I was even able to fake a few pictures of me and Evan, Then of Evan and Lena. I even sent some real photos of Lena shopping with his mother. TRENDING: Evan Hart Caught in Cheating Scandal Local Skater Claims Evan Hart Lied About Relationship

"Those are my terms. Take them or leave them." I closed my eyes and felt my world tilt sideways. I was about to agree to be fake girlfriend to my worst enemy. The boy who had just destroyed Ryan's dreams. The boy who was now destroying mine. "Fine," I whispered, the word tasting like poison in my mouth. "I'll do it." Derek's triumphant smile was absolutely blinding. "Perfect. We start tomorrow. And Lila?" "What?" I asked miserably. "You better make it convincing. Because if anyone suspects we're faking it, our deal is off and your secrets go public."

“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.

Something colder. “What did he say?” “That I’m a user,” I said. “That this is fake. That I’m fake.” Alex was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Is any of it true?” The question stung. Even though it was fair. “No,” I said. “But I used to believe it was.” He nodded slowly. “That’s not the same thing.” I studied with him. “You don’t have to defend me.” “I know,” he said. “I want to.”