I Might Be A Fake Cultivator Novels & Stories

But before I could even think of a way to escape, the men started moving towards me with purpose, and I knew that I had to act fast if I wanted to survive. "W-Who are you?" I asked them all while holding a vase I took from the table beside me, aiming it at the faces. The man in black sitting on the chair raised his left hand and the other men froze in their tracks before returning to their former standpoint. He placed his feet on the floor and looked at me, "Lilian Rowan," he called me by my full name and I looked at him in shock. How did he know my name? He continued speaking, "Your parents have sold you to me, Miss Rowan. You can either come with us willingly, or you can join them in the g

Said Ellis and Austin went near him. Ellis looked around to see if anyone was listening to him. He found no one was near their table. Then he turned his attention to Austin who was sitting patiently for his answer. "I can't say you much. But I am in a mission here and that was my team members. We are using fake identities. In this mission, I am Ellis Martin, a professional eSports player. So, please call me Ellis Martin from now on. I hope you understand" Said Ellis. "Oh.... I understand." Said Austin.

and phantom clients expressing gratitude for her professionalism. To complete the illusion, two paid actors were prepped with backstories. One, a fake hedge fund manager based in London, spoke glowingly about Ava’s finesse in closing a Soho penthouse deal. The other, a woman posing as a Nigerian-American tech entrepreneur, posted occasionally on I*******m about building her international property portfolio—with just enough vague references to “Ava” and “her incredible team” to make the story feel organic. Fedora’s alias even had a social media trail. An I*******m account—@AvaDoesRealEstate—was set up with filtered snapshots of high-rise lobbies, skyline views, and champagne glasses at what l

It took me exactly three taps to open the fake I*******m profile. @bakery_lover. A tribute to croissants and cupcakes and artisanal loaves I’d never baked in my life. I’d carefully curated it to look like a harmless baking enthusiast’s page, just convincing enough to fly under the radar. The only reason it existed was because Vienna had blocked my real account. This was the only way I could still feel connected to her. To see what she was up to. I scrolled past a few reels of cinnamon rolls and sourdough starters until her name popped up.

I asked A brief pause “ I have no idea about it “ I folded my arms “ you know you are this close to being hang to death , I also know that you are lying - I don’t think you want to lie to me , I know about that sick society of yours and I know that you like to get off watching others going through a round of torture believe me , if I want - I can actually easily replace you with the one getting tortured while the others watch you . I know that you are involvement , and I also know that your technical skills are good but you are the helping hand who helped the person who killed an innocent girl and harmed another because of their sick fetishes - so who is it ?”

But someone had to show up at the wedding so that’s why I was here now. He approached me and took one of my hands. OK here it comes, I am about to be a Luna. Everyone looked excited, especially our parents, together they’ll become an invincible pack. Except for Curtis, he had no facial expression, just like a stone, looking at me deadly in the eyes. He stared at me for like a whole century and then shook off my hand. “I reject you as my mate.” Then he ran and disappeared. Are you fucking kidding me? Seemed like everyone here had the habit of running away. Ugh, Am I the only one who knows what responsibility means?

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

Is he after someone? "Cole Falaguerra..." I whispered to myself. Looking at his picture, I can't help but remember someone who looks just like him. I don't know where I saw that person, though. All I know is that he's not the real 'Vanisher'. He's an impostor. “You know,” I muttered to myself, skimming through the pages like I’m really having a conversation with a different person. “for a guy who claims to be a notorious serial killer, your record’s pretty tame.”

At first, it was cute, adorable even but now she’s being so freaking infuriating and that’s one thing I fucking hate about minions, their lack of ability to think for themselves. It’s evident the only thing working in her head right now is how she’s going to explain the situation further without hurting Cameron. “You’re in love with Cameron, he’s in a relationship with a gold digger. And I’ll be helping you destroy said relationship by being your fake boyfriend.” I point out, “What do you not understand?” “Why are you speaking to me like that?” She pouts, her lower lip stretching out and those freaking almond eyes blinking up at me. “Because you’re acting—”