Novel & Cerita Friend Or Faux

I bite my lip and try to think of the perfect mate. "She is special if she puts up with you". Brian laughs and Liam joins him. My best friends are so immature. Smiling in satisfaction I lay my head back and think of my mate.

The moment I stepped out, James stood up, plastering a fawning smile across his face. "Rena, are you okay? I should've taught my son better. I'm sorry you had to go through this." His wife chimed in, just as insincere. "Yes, Rena. Daniel's spoiled, but I know you're kind-hearted. Please forgive him." I looked at them, their fake smiles twisting in my mind, and a hollow laugh escaped my lips.

Her love — a theatre, her soul — a stage, and I, the fool who thought it was friendship. Now I sip my tea with quiet grace, for I have learned — not all enemies wear frowns. Some wear my perfume, and borrow my smile. Such is the life of a fake friend. Beware!

she muttered empathizing of the fake and School nerd. "Are you my friend or my enemy?" I questioned looking at how she was fixing her lipstick, she looked taken aback by the question "I am both, I used to be your friend Best Friend actually, but when you started dating my crush.... My axel I became both your best friend and enemy" "How can you both that?" I questioned. She thought for a while before she responds "i will always be here as your bestie, but when it's concerning Axel, I am your enemy" she declared turning back to fixing her lipstick.

I adjusted in my seat to listen more. “... no games and no faking anything. I’d just be the friend you call anytime you need anything…” he said again. I raised a brow, wondering what they meant by— Oh shit! I covered my mouth with my hands, my eyes widening in shock. Why was her fiancé saying he would be her friend? I replayed the confusing words in my head. Faking? Pretending? I sucked in a sharp breath. Were they in a fake relationship all this while?

Lucian himself had gone paler than paper. He stared at his own hands in disbelief, feeling the muddy, churning power inside him. The disguise around him—the shell of a supreme Tidewater Gift, piled together from some secret art and a fortune in rare reagents and relics—had been shattered to nothing by my palm. "No... impossible... this is impossible!" He screamed, half out of his mind. He turned, pleading, to the senior women who had once doted on and shielded him in every way they could.

“Who prepared the medicine? Who confirmed my pregnancy? Who is helping me fake my pregnancy symptoms?" "You don't want this? Then let's stop this," she challenged. She leaned close enough that only I could hear her. “If you stop helping me, I'll tell them your secret." My hands trembled. “They won’t remember that you were threatened.” Her smile widened. “They’ll remember that the Pack Physician lied about my pregnancy… prescribed the medicines… and helped me fake a damaged mating mark.” “So tell me, Ania…” She leaned back. “Who do you think they’ll believe?”

He sneered. Chanel nodded in agreement. “He…he is , We’ve been keeping things on the low.”I snapped. Monroe let out a forced laugh “Fiance? Him? Bullshit. You expect us to believe this tiny nobody landed someone like…” “You got a problem with my fiancée?” The word “fiancée” from the stranger's mouth made my skin tingle. My pulse calmed down,I lifted my head up to look at him, jaws tightened, his eyes were fixed on Monroe.

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

“I’ll take you to one of my friend’s spas first. It’s one of the best in Emeralda. They’ll take care of you — hair, makeup, outfit, the whole thing.” I scoffed but stood up anyway. “Okay, fine. Let’s go.” “Yeah?” His face brightened again as he quickly got up too. “It'd be fun being a fake relationship with you though.” I didn’t give him a face and kept walking. “It better be. And I won’t hesitate to reject your ass if you act reckless.”