Fate Strange Fake Novels & Stories

What would happen if I really fell in love? " Ok.. bye good night " I unlocked the door and went inside. I was lying on my bed thinking about today's events. It was an eventful day. So many things changed today. I need to be strong or I will fall for him. I will not take anything he says or does seriously. He is just feigning it. I am supposed to do the same. Gautam's POV

"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."

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

“He’s one of our best photographers in the company, Sa..” A deep furrow was seen on her forehead. “Who?” “Manuel Nuevo…” …………………………………………………………………………….. Vika chooses the nearby studio and asks Arissa to wait for her patiently inside while she will rush out and grabbed some other stuff within her reach. Anything that necessary for building up a flawless portfolio for Arissa. And, she also will create a fake biography for her. For completing their false story. And everything should be done perfectly in smooth motion within 3 hours because Jojo will have a meet-up with Robert after lunch. This afternoon.

said Henry, so my group walked towards me and Emperor and hugged us. The Train stops at Station A05; Fake Plastic Station. The group broke the hug and we looked at Emperor “Emp you've been through alot, don’t worry the FNAF family and I are here with you, Viriti, Oz & Lost included” said Cassidy. Then we got up and got off the train and saw the Fake Plastic Station; A05. As we walk towards the entrance I saw a parasite from the game Scorn the whole were sick to the stomachs “okay that’s disgusting” Fritz explained “true it’s a parasite from Scorn it’s a biopunk survival horror adventure game” I explained then looked at the parasite “hey foster father” he said “hi Parasito” I said “wait Arno

"I'm looking for the new book Her Fake lover by S. R. Kemple. My friend is desperate to get her hands on it." "Ah yes, the latest scandalous bestseller," the woman chuckled. "Very popular already. Let me check if we have any copies left." She turned and began scanning a nearby shelf packed with new releases. I lingered awkwardly by the entrance, clutching Smoky's carrier. "There's just one left!" The shopkeeper proclaimed triumphantly. She gestured towards the shelf section. "It should be right over there, third row from the top." "Thanks so much," I said gratefully, heading in the direction she'd indicated.

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.

"23 to 35 po? How about that, I'm only 19." "I know hija. That's why we have editors in our company. We'll just fake your birth year and your relationship status..." "Come on, isn't that illegal? Besides, I might end up in jail?" I asked a little nervously. "No no hija, besides that's all the gossip about yourself." Something is whispering in my mind to back off. Because I might get hurt here. I want more graduate. "Wouldn't that also harm me?" sister Mary took a drink from her macchiato before answering me.

Either way, Fate looks as though has appeared from the shadows alone with his wispy black shirt that looks as if it’s made of silk and tailored trousers to match. “Believe it or not, you haven’t crossed me,” Fate tells me, to which only makes me relax slightly. “It’s not uncommon for me to stick myself into business that is not my own. I can’t have interesting events happen without me.” I gape at him, trying to fathom whether he is being truthful in his admission, or he has an ulterior motive. “I wouldn’t say I’m interesting at all.”