Faking With Benefits Mga Nobela at Kwento

After all, the money had already been deposited into my bank account, and the loan shark had left me alone, as promised. "Alright," I murmured, resigned. "What do you want me to do first?" "You’ll go to him. I want you to convince him to grant you an interview." "But how will I—" "I have here some fake credentials for your other jobs," he said casually, pulling a folder from his briefcase and placing it on the table. "If he doubts your skills, this will change his mind. But I want you to play the game. He loves a beautiful, voluptuous woman. Use that to your advantage."

‎Marcus pulled me closer, his hands grabbing my ass roughly. ‎“My lawyer is dirty,” he said, breathing heavier. “He’s the kind who doesn’t mind bending the rules. We’re going to fabricate evidence against Sarah and create fake medical records showing she has severe mental instability...depression, anxiety, even hints of postpartum psychosis. We’ll plant fake emails and messages suggesting she was having an affair while she was ‘dead’ and that she’s been neglecting Alexander. We’ll bribe a former employee to testify that she was unstable and violent at work and we’ll use the fact that she faked her death against her paint her as someone who can’t be trusted with a child.”

“Thanks a lot for the effort, Jessica. But even I want to fake my identity... where do I begin? I don’t only need to appear like a twenty-five-year-old graduate. I also need to show them proof that I am a graduate. Actual credentials. How am I supposed to manifest a fake bachelor’s degree out of thin air?” A slow, mischievous smirk spread across Jessica’s face. “You really think I didn’t think this through before I dragged you over here?” “What do you mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “I know a guy. He specializes in faking resumes, and his work looks flawless. All you have to do is say the word, and he’ll print out official-looking graduation transcripts for you. No one will ever know.” I slow

He was admittedly the lesser evil. "So.... what? How will you prove those texts were not with a teacher?" He shrugged. "They can't be from a teacher if they are from me." I felt heat rush up my face. "What?" He shrugged. "You can say they are from me. We can show them all the proof they want and..." "What? What sort of relationship do we have that we can convince them that we can share such explicit texts between us?" "Date me, then," he said simply. "Till the end of the senior year. Let's fake it. Plus, they can't refute it if you decide to get freaky with your boyfriend, can they?"

“You’re one of the best students in your program. They’re not going to drop you. But… you’ve been thinking about Jace’s offer, haven’t you?” I stood up and started pacing the small room, arms wrapped around myself. My socks slid quietly on the floor. “Every time I try to focus on my work, I keep seeing those numbers. The interviews he mentioned… that kind of access could make my portfolio stand out. It could actually help though.” Becca nodded slowly. “Exactly, and it’s fake, right? No feelings. Just some pictures and showing up at games. You keep your independence and he gets his image fixed. Its a Win-win.”

- Damien Ada politely waited while the two men were obviously mind-linking. She allowed herself one more glance at her moon-chosen mate, wondering how much longer the concoction would work. The witch was a half-insane woman with no straight facts in her speech. Damien focused on her and said almost smirking, “I agree to the terms. One more thing though. Let’s call it, Mates with benefits.” Even Arsen looked at him like he was losing it. Ada’s eyebrows went very slightly up before resuming their natural place.

I ask wondering why he was holding a laptop all of a sudden. " so basically, the company we are about to Work here could be too tricky when it comes to personalised information". I hear him say while taking a moment to think before we continued talking. " And since we are about to make fake data,I have to be very fast about it,the last thing I would want is a fraud and them arresting us for it,I have to make it feel so legitimate before going towards our plan of action " I hear him say while typing away on his computer. " you are making it sound like we are about to do something really illegal" I say to him as I was suddenly confused about the way that he was pretending.

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

Kara leaned closer, whispering with a grimace, "I know you're Mr. Harper’s friend, but ... can you help me? I faked my status when I applied for a job here." Ben's jaw dropped. "So, Frank didn't know you were a single mother." Kara widened her grin and nodded. "You don't mind, do you?" Ben shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Now, why don't you take me to see Frank?" "Thank you for your wisdom, Sir." They had a small chat as they walked towards the CEO's room. When Kara entered, Frank immediately glared at her with an annoyed look. "Didn't I tell you to buy food?"

Alex repeated. “Of course not. I’m too busy for that.” Rowan refused. “Come on, just a weekend off shouldn’t hurt. It’ll help your fake relationship look somewhat real, and you could send pictures to your grandmother, making her further believe you guys are together.” Alex tried convincing him. “I don’t know.” Rowan said hesitantly. He knew it would be very nice to hang out with Vivian for a day or two without thinking about work or anything and he loved being with her, apart from his grandmother it was only her that made him calm.