Friend Or Faux Novels & Stories

Trisha exclaimed, smiling. "I feel it too." I narrowed my eyes because they were both acting weird and finished putting on my shoes. —Here, put on some makeup—Verónica handed me a bag with her cosmetics. "What did my mother tell you?" I wanted to know, pulling out a mirror and starting to put on a little makeup because I didn't want to look emaciated and less sleepless. I wanted to forget about everything today, to get rid of stress and bad vibes. Whenever I think of bad vibes, the image of Oliver Price comes to my mind. He's the devil himself and I hate him. If I had it in front of me...

The young Auster seemed insistent, and because I couldn't stand his cuteness of him, I said something that made him widen his eyes for a brief moment before turning his gaze to mine. "Friends, are beings who will be there for you through your tough times.” “When times are tough, they will be there for you. They won't ever leave you, and most importantly, they'll always show you the way. Friendship is about that, Auster.” I guess I used the chance when I saw him gasp to laugh, which caused him to furrow his brows once more. “What if the friends you claim won't lead you in the right direction?” "So they aren't really your friends. You need to be able to recognize genuine friends from fake ones

I knew Micah was serious this time. Suppressing my panic, I choked out, "I swear I'm not lying. You know what kind of person Micah is. He's really holding a knife to my throat. Please! I just want to live, even if it's only for the sake of—" Suddenly, a woman's voice on the other end of the call cut me off. "Tim, do you think I should wear this white bunny outfit or this black leopard one later? Which one do you like more?" That was Nancy, the real Jones heiress and Micah's ex-girlfriend. Hearing her voice pushed Micah over the edge. He took the knife from my neck and plunged it straight into my body.

He quickly forced out a laugh, trying to cover up his awkwardness. Sophia, on the other hand, had been feeling a growing warmth when they first connected, her mind still battling between the idea of Robert as just a friend and...something else. But the moment he laughed—that friendly, stupid-ass laugh—it shattered whatever romantic bullshit had been brewing inside her. Snap out of it, he’s just a friend, she told herself, trying to ignore how flustered she’d been just a second ago.

They were Moonshade Lilacs, rare and magical, known only to those with a touch of the supernatural. Taking a deep breath, I hesitated. The flowers seemed to sway gently, urging me forward, whispering promises of hidden worlds and lost friends. The air felt thicker here, as if the boundary between realms was a living, breathing entity, acknowledging my presence. "This is it," I whispered to myself, gulping down my fear. There was no turning back now. I had to trust in my instincts and the connection I had with my friends.

Hearing Those words from her best friend, tensed her. She couldn't look into Alaina's eyes for a long time and returned to her back, "I..." She gulped hard, "It's considered a mind blowing act from both of us." "Really?" Alaina rolled her eyes, "Do you even believe your own words?" "Of course!" She hastily agreed, which sounded the fakest ever. Sigh... Alaina caressed her hair, "I hope you do, Scar. Growing true feelings in the fake relationship will only hurt you in the end."

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

I saw a trending post on a werewolf forum: "How to get your mate to break the bond with you?" The poster said he was going to lie to his mate about going on a wilderness trial, but he was really planning to run off with his "true love." I silently scoffed. What a shameless scumbag. But the next day, my Alpha mate came home, smelling of another she-wolf. "For the future of our pack, I have to go on a lone wolf trial in the wilderness," he said. "We should temporarily break our mate bond." I looked at his phony face and nodded calmly. "Okay. Whatever you say. We'll break the bond tomorrow." Later, he took the family money and his lover and disappeared. But with his parents' support, I became a

"Are these fake too?" I showed him my social media page. "You blocked me from all your social media accounts," I said coolly. "But my friends could all see your lovey-dovey pictures with Vivian." "That was..." "Beach vacations, dinners on mountaintops, private yachts." I kept scrolling. "And this one, you two kissing under the Eiffel Tower. The caption said, 'With my soulmate.'" Ethan’s face was ghostly white. "So," I put my phone away, "what's real, and what's fake?"

He said the word like it tasted weird in his mouth. “Yes, friends. You do know the term, right? Friend /frɛnd/: noun. Plural—friends. Meaning: someone who doesn’t look at you like you’ve offended their entire bloodline.” That earned a quiet laugh. “Smartass.” I grinned. “Yes, friends, Aaron.” First time I’d said his name to his face without flinching. Huh. “Fine,” he said, nodding. “Friends.” I held out my hand. “Shake on it.”