Fate Strange Fake Novels & Stories

I’d barely begun to piece myself back together, and now fate was throwing this at me, at the time when I never expected it to happen? “Rayne, don’t listen to him,” Mateo hissed, his voice urgent and sharp. “This isn’t real. He’s manipulating you. He works for him." But something inside me said otherwise of what my ex mate said. The pull I felt, the fire sparking in my chest, wasn’t something that could be faked or unreal. It was raw, undeniable, and terrifyingly powerful. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could form the words, the stranger held out his hand, his eyes searching mine.

I ask cagily. Thalia scowled. “We don’t have on-site Fate’s. Our wonderful Luna Ruth has connections. We needed a Fate on this side of the border. Now we have one! Isn’t it wonderful! Now do I use this rope to make a lovely swing and forget about you down there?”

All that excitement was only met with disappointment like a bucket of cold water thrown over him. Gilbert trembled slightly. "I refuse to believe it! I didn't even see it! It's all fake—everything is fake! How could Fane form three hundred pill runes? He's never even looked at the Way of the Pill. This is all an illusion, and you're all lying to me!" roared Gilbert. His hands flailed around him as he clawed at his surroundings while he shouted. It was like he truly believed it was an illusion, and he was trying to struggle out of it.

Astrid furrowed her brow in confusion. "Be careful of what?" She asked. Kai hesitated a bit since he didn't know how she was going to take this. "Be careful of what Kai?" Astrid repeated. Kai sighed before replying. "Be careful of Lucas." "What!?" Astrid blurted out. "You may not believe me but what I'm saying is the truth Astrid. He's not to be trusted, he's a fake and only pretending to be nice when all he wants to do is use you to—"

"Who're you?" Fate looked at the stranger suspiciously. She is in no mood to talk to strangers or flirt for the matter, not that she willingly did in her life. Which is why she never had a boyfriend before. As Rhine puts it, she can't help acting like a bitch in front of others outside work. "It's Williams. Kurt Williams." Kurt smiled charmingly and even tried to offer his hand for a shake, but took it back when Fate just looked at it blankly seemingly unaffected by his charms and didn't look like she had any intention of taking it.

I slowly pulled myself up, and started my step, trying to pretend that I am not anxious because if the stranger knows that I know that he is there, he might come at me. After breathtaking seconds, I reached the spot and got my phone out of the bag. Strangely, I turned to the veranda door again and leaped when a pair of brown eyes met mine. He caught me. He takes a step towards me and slowly showed himself from the curtains. I can’t see his face because he is wearing a mask and a cap, his eyes are deep and drowsy. He is wearing a hoodie and sweatpants paired with a white rubber shoes.

Then it started vibrating so aggressively the whole table shook. “Oh no,” I whispered. “That’s never a good sign.” The first email was from a supernatural gossip magazine asking for an interview. The second was from a random pack member sending a very polite but very wrong, “Congratulations on being found!” The third was a threat. The fourth was a threat with emojis, which honestly offended me more. But the fifth… The fifth email was from an anonymous source and titled: Fake heiress. I clicked it before common sense could stop me. You’re a fraud. We know about your training. Or lack of it. You will embarrass the pack. Step down before you get someone killed.

“Access. Public legitimacy. A seat at my side where no one can question why you are there.” “And what do you gain?” His gaze stayed on me. “Control.” Honesty. Annoying, brutal honesty. I sat back in the chair and folded my arms. “At least you’re self-aware.” “Very.” I exhaled through my nose and looked down at the contract again. A fake marriage. It was absurd. Insane. Exactly the kind of ridiculous survival strategy that only worked when the people involved were dangerous enough to make it believable. I turned a page.

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

I got up from my knees and watched all the strange woman in form of me. "You came home," the woman beamed. "Thanks to her," Liv pointed at me, "I took a huge chance." "Welcome back Liv," another woman nodded. "You must be Agatha," I pushed my body back, eyeing everyone around me. I didn't know who these people were, and I didn't trust them. Liv had tricked me and channeled my magic into this place. I took a deep breath, ready to fight, but before I could use my magic, I was clutching to my head with both hands.