Novel & Cerita Faking Straight

And choosing she must slip away from their questioning before they caught on she was lying, she had hurried off to get herself a fresh drink. Whatever in the world was that, KYOLINE?" ISAAC ploshed up behind her at the patio bar, spilling water all over the stones. She blinked slowly. "I needed it to be believable, and I have, uh, standards, so I wouldn't necessarily fall for a guy unless there was something really amazing about him." "I'm your fake fiancé," he emphasized. "Uh, so? So lower your goddamn standards," he growled. VINCENT DANZA approached. "Did I hear KYOLINE call you fluffy bunnykins?" He laughed out loud. "Why does she call you that?

I squinted at Stacey with a fake smiled on my face. “Yes, hahaha. We are soooo close!” she faked. Yep, so close to kill each other. “Hahahaha! That’s good to know!” Dad said.

"Act like understanding me is something you're entitled to." His jaw tightened. "I'm not acting like anything." "You sent me a message designed to get inside my head and now you're standing here acting like that's honesty. It's not honesty. It's strategy." "Everything is strategy with you," he said, and the flatness in his voice had acquired an edge now, something genuine and sharp. "Someone does something that isn't purely calculated and you immediately find the angle in it because you can't imagine anyone doing anything that isn't about winning something."

She has what she needs already, knows what they look like, has their statement… She lets out a small giggle, as if she doesn’t mind, and then does the only thing she can think of. She fakes a hiccup. Then another. "Oh no," she gasps, covering her mouth dramatically. "I think... I think I drank too much..." She stumbles forward slightly, making a show of swaying. The men chuckle, completely fooled. "You okay, sweetheart?" Slicked-Back asks, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Melina’s POV I stared at him like he’d just suggested we rob a bank together using only plastic spoons and pure delusion. “I’m sorry,” I said slowly, “I think the tequila is still rotting my brain, because it sounded like you just asked me to be your ‘girlfriend’.” Jace didn’t blink. “Fake girlfriend. Sixty days. Strict contract. We sell it so hard the entire campus, the brand sponsors, and Tristan’s fragile ego all buy it.”

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

Drama was currency at Harrington Academy. "Asher, wait—" I reached for him, but he was already turning away. I also noticed Vivian going after him. He walked into one of the empty classrooms and slammed the door behind him hard enough to rattle the frame. I stood there, frozen, feeling something crack in my chest. This was fake. This was all supposed to be fake. So why did it hurt so much? "Whoa," Jax said beside me. "Did I just…? I didn't mean to cause trouble, Lila. I was just joking around."

I connected to the bank account that had two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in it and sent him twenty thousand dollars for his role. “Pleasure working with you again.” I said as I gave him back the phone. The next step was to crash the car with a dead body inside it, make sure the crash burned the body to a crisp, and then have the police go give Pamela the bad news. And that was how my fake personality Kevin Green died. I wanted to go back to my old life, so I did what every confused guy does. I got a cheap used car and started following Lily around. I was jealous of her. She seemed to have blended in nicely with her new life.

Each marriage was an act, a performance executed with precision. It wasn’t always smooth. There had been close calls, like the time a suspicious mother-in-law hired a private investigator to dig into her past. Fedora had spent three weeks crafting a flawless cover story, complete with fake social media accounts, old emails, and staged “family” photos. When the investigator presented his findings, everything checked out. Another time, an ex-client's real fiancée showed up at an event, demanding answers. Fedora played dumb, feigned confusion, and walked away before things could unravel.

Fia let out a smirk. “Sally wasn’t deceived by anyone. You’re the one that’s been deceived.” Peter extended his hands and held Fia by her shoulders, squeezing hard. “If you know what’s good for you, you better shut up!” Fia could feel her bones almost cracking under the stress, but she continued to smile and calmly said, “You have known her for so long, and you still don’t understand her? She always faked things to get her way. She can act so well that she can win the Oscars.”