Fate Strange Fake Novels & Stories

“It means someone knew your fate long before any of this happened.” I felt a strange heaviness settle inside me. My fate had been written before I even knew there was something wrong with it. “What else does the document say?” Adrian hesitated. “Your death was supposed to happen during the Moon Festival.” The room seemed to become quieter. That was exactly how I remembered the story. The Moon Festival was when Seraphina was supposed to die. “That hasn't happened yet,” I said. “No,” Adrian replied. “It hasn't.” I couldn't help wondering what that meant for everything else I remembered. If my death was still supposed to happen on the same night, then maybe changing small things wouldn't be eno

Never. I swallowed, and a black boot came into my line of sight. “Hey, stranger.” His voice. Damn his fucking voice. I looked up and licked my lips. Up close, he was even more gorgeous. His smile was confident, controlled. Like he knew he held some magic to flip over the panties of a thousand women with just a snap of his strong fingers. Wait. How did I know his fingers were strong? I shook my head to disperse my thoughts. He’s just a guy. He’s just a guy. He’s just a gu-

I noticed there were a few people waiting for the stranger in the hall. They seemed like his people, maybe his friends. All of them started smiling at the stranger. One of the boys stood up, “Not bad, Brad. I thought you were lying back when you said you were with your girl.” I am his girl? Is that why he brought me here to fake in front of his friends? It’s just wow! Brad, huh nice name he got there. Why is everyone in the hall staring at me? Before I could look at Brad, he held me tight from my waist, “Yeah, she’s my gal!”

V1 mocked with a smile. " Ai! Rei! Mait!" A fake sheep yelled at the crowd. Suddenly from the back, a fake sheep was hurled at Manor. It was much different than the normal fake sheep, it was slightly bigger. Manor was ready to slice it up but when it came nearer it turned into mental. Manor was surprised at it and was barely able to deflect it away. The mental fake sheep crashed and crushed other fake sheeps killing some off. Terrius immediately scans the area looking for something. " Ai! Rei! Inu! Kit! Dom!"

“C’mon, this sounds great. Me dating Lucky, life couldn’t get much better.” "Fake dating,” Mary corrected before looking at me. "Listen, it’s sudden, but you weren’t really dating Damien anyway. Since he’s not famous, it may cause eyes to look other ways when it comes to talking about your relationships,” Mary said, trying to reason, but the glint in her eyes told me something was off about this whole plan. "You can't seriously tell me that this will be good for my reputation. This is a joke, I mean, it's like you want my secret to be found out!" I said, making sure my face showed how ridiculous I thought the idea was.

I finally said having pity on killing her excitement. "Yes! Lets find him" she said and immediately stole my phone from my purse. "Wha- and why my phone?" I complained. "Because you saw him, not me" she winked. "Whatever!" She turned on Facebook. I have a fake account with no personal pics. I know lame right. But I come from a Muslim conservative family. You get used to it. I only use it to find people and stalk celebs. "I found 2. Which one" she asked. I checked and said "the first one".

I mumbled frowning while she patted my shoulder. "Let her be! After a few months, they will know whether I am pregnant or not." I added and she chuckled nodding. After finishing the first scheduled shoot, I returned to the van where two of us are sharing and found my phone vibrating. "Your phone has been ringing from the past hour. I saw the ID is noted as fake and didn't pick it up thinking it must be some prank callers." Keerthi said when I took my phone from the table and passed the juice bottle to my other hand.

Almost too perfectly timed. Then a voiceover. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” It was Marla. One-half of the snarky influencer couple who’d always seemed suspicious of them. “But what if I told you it wasn’t real?” she continued. “What if they weren’t a couple at all… but two strangers who faked everything to win a fifty-thousand-dollar prize?” Gasps. Lake’s stomach dropped. Ivy stood, eyes wide. “No…” she whispered. The video kept playing. A voice recording—not clear where it had been taken, but unmistakably Lake’s:

She sat up straighter, her face suddenly serious. “This is about you. You take control by surrendering it - just for one night. And you walk away with a story you’ll never forget.” I bit my lip. One night. No strings. No commitment. No labels. Just... a secret. It was insane. And yet… “I don’t have an account.” “You will. I already signed you up.” My eyes bulged. “You what?!” “Relax. I used a fake name. Riley Summers. Sounds hot, right?”

Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself. “Yes,” I said, answering the phone. I pretended to listen for a while. As the screen scrolled rapidly, I intended to prolong the conversation. “Yes, the amount is six million, I'm still waiting for the email.” I hoped the police wouldn't be too late. Otherwise, our exit wouldn't be as easy as I thought. “Yes, Luke Freeman will receive the money. He's my brother!” My mood improved as the accounts on the screen hit zero one by one. I didn't think I'd be having fun while in the middle of a dangerous situation, but I was actually enjoying myself quite a bit.