Novel & Cerita Friend Or Faux

I replied honestly. "What is the favor?" She asked after few minutes. "You have to be a Fake-Girlfriend." I replied smiling. "A-What?" She shouted again at me. "A Fake-Girlfriend." I replied rubbing my ears. "Forget it! I will never be your Fake-girlfriend." She said shaking her head. "Why? Will you be my Real-Girlfriend?" I asked giving my famous smile. "Eww.. No way." She replied backing away. "Anyway! Fake-Girlfriend not for me but for Sid." I said rolling my eyes for her reaction.

Since then, the youngest heir to the Vuitton tech fortune released a follow-up video—in clothes this time—apologizing, no doubt attempting to mend ties with the Bass family, whom the Vuittons invest heavily into. Good luck with that. In the video, she—or should I say her lawyer—explains the dangerous prevalence of artificial intelligence and deepfakes, painting Priscella as an innocent victim of some extortionate hacker, who has yet to be unveiled. Let me be the first to say, no one's believing that, Miss Vuitton. Not me, not my readers and especially not tycoons on Silicon Avenue. All of us know the truth... Those pixels were realer than every one of your "orgasms."

I accidentally brushed against Henry's phone on the table, and after a brief hesitation, I picked it up and checked it, immediately finding a second social media profile. I noticed a conversation history between Henry and the novel's protagonist, William Johnson, who, judging by their messages, had also realized that the world they were living in was part of a novel. William said, "I recall that in the plot of the novel, Claire's infatuation with me led her to constant rivalry with Renee, so much so that she even had people torment her, driving Renee into depression. "You married such a spiteful woman and still had to feign affection before her. It must have been so exhausting for you, Henry

I looked back at the almost anxious eyes of my friend. He was asking me to make this real. Did that mean our fake relationship? The sudden shift in our relationship? What did he mean? I was confused. I didn’t know what to say and as an awkward silence fell between us, Zaine stepped back a little, creating space between us. My body was suddenly missing the heat of his. My eyes searched my friend's face, but he gave nothing away, simply nodding slightly.

The friend was taken off guard by his gaze, but he got worked up too by this sudden show of aggression, and he retorted, "Yeah, I said it! You're just using her as practice, anyway, and you're going to dump her when you get Charlotte anyway! What, do you have a monopoly on her or something?" "Say that again, I freaking dare you!" Joseph shot to his feet, the wine glass he held smashing on the floor violently and sending glass shards flying everywhere. Fury, almost unseen before, burned in his eyes, as if his friend had struck a particularly sensitive nerve. His friend was enraged, immediately rushing forward and grabbing Joseph by the collar, "What, like I was wrong? Don't act like you're de

Aria I give him a side-eye. “Girlfriend? You’re laying it on thick already, huh?” He smirks, not even missing a beat. “Oh, you’ll see. We're gonna make that bastard jealous, and trust me, it’ll work.” I almost trip over my own feet. Me, in some fake relationship with Lucas-the-Resident-Player? Yeah, that’d go over great. The judgment I’d get from my friends? Yikes. I can practically hear them already- Aria, really? Lucas?

he said, and something in his expression shifted slightly, the recalibration completing itself into something that was not quite the neutral assessment he had started with. Sofia picked up her bag. "Your friend needs to stop making everything into a performance." "Your friend needs to stop treating every interaction like a competition she has to win." "She's working on it." "So is he," Noah said. "Slower. But he's working on it." Sofia looked at him for a moment. "You actually believe that." "I wouldn't say it if I didn't." She considered this. Noah Ellis did not seem like someone who said things he didn't mean, which put him in a small and specific category of people she had time for, and s

"I'm a grown man. I don't really care about things like that..." Unfortunately, I'd spoken for nothing. They hadn't planned to ask for my opinion in the first place. Yuvan didn't even need to request it. The ring was already on his finger. Awkwardly, I tried to save face. "I'm allergic to that material. Yeah, allergic." Kayla looked at me, clearly confused. Then Yuvan's excited thoughts exploded in my ears.

The ring glittered on my finger. I lifted my hand and stared. The diamond caught the light, throwing tiny rainbows across the walls. It was beautiful. It was expensive. It was fake. But my wolf didn't care. She purred, curled inside me like a cat in sunshine, completely content. I didn't know what was real anymore. My phone buzzed. Santos: Did I pass the test? Leah: You passed. Barely. Santos: I was perfect and you know it.

Nara pursed her lips then walked forward about to punch before the laughter made her stop. Deana held her stomach, "Gosh, you guys are still cat-rats first." his comment was followed by laughter. Meka and Nara looked at each other. Meka smiled, while Nara grinned to confirm what her friend said. Maybe it is. True friends will remain the same even though they haven't seen you for a long time. Nara's heart was happy. At least she can forget about her fake boyfriend for a while. *** A / N: Sori has the name 'Meka'. XD