Romans & histoires I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Kayla looked at me differently than usual after that. 'Ah! Kayla's actually starting to feel bad for him? Benjamin, you're disgusting! Kayla, don't fall for it. He's definitely faking it. I asked around. He didn't even stand under the sun for ten minutes before he left. There's no way he's actually injured.' I really wanted to plug my ears and shut out Yuvan's nonstop whining. Before I could explain, Kayla handed me another card. I glanced at it. Good. Not a hotel key.

I don't like this prank. I clear my throat to loosen the tightness. I try again, raising my voice, desperate to break whatever spell he’s under. I whisper loudly into the crowd of lined-up people, my voice carrying over the quiet murmurs: "Jason! Hey! I'm here!" But Jason is turning completely away from me now. He isn't playing. He faces the far side of the crowd where Irene stands. A slow, triumphant smile spreads on Irene's face. Jason opens his arms wide, grins and announces, "There you are . . ."

"Take a good look, everyone. All the phone numbers, delivery addresses, and timestamps from our chat logs match perfectly." His voice grew increasingly hoarse as he continued, "The moment the strawberries arrived, she immediately claimed that they were rotten. I told her to record an unboxing video, but all she did was send a bunch of messy AI-generated photos of ruined fruits. "I've been selling strawberries for years, so what makes you think I can't tell the difference between real and fake rotten fruits? "I told her I'm sponsoring three students and that I'm desperately short on money. When I begged her to stop making things tough for me, she started cursing me out and said I must've done

Northcutt pulls me into a grateful embrace. As they leave, I sit alone in the quiet office, staring at nothing. The pain from Barid’s public rejection still hurt steadily inside me. Now I have agreed to pretend to be another woman’s role in a broken mate bond. What have I gotten myself into?

JAXSON "Smile, Feya. People are taking photos," I murmured, keeping my voice low as we stepped out into the freezing air of the quad. "Smiling without a genuine emotional trigger creates an unnatural facial contortion," Feya said flatly, her eyes locked on the stone steps. "Observers will recognize the disingenuous nature of the expression." God, this woman. "They don't want genuine, Ghost," I said, slinging my arm over her shoulder and pulling her against my side. "They want to see that the Ice King hasn't lost his mind over a bad game, and that his genius girlfriend isn't dumping him."

Ian stood in front of me, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his face. "I should fire you," I muttered. "You should," he said casually, slumping into the couch at the corner like he owned the place. "But then who else is going to keep your dirty little secrets?" " They’re not fake," I said tightly. Ian raised a brow. "Aren’t they?" I didn’t answer. Because yes...technically, they were forged. Fabricated. But I had to do what I did to get what I wanted. "She doesn’t need to know," I said finally.

And he, being the pack Alpha, may be the one we had an issue with… If this man, who I assumed was called Zeke... Alpha Zeke, did not approve of the situation we were placing in front of them, as false it may be, then he may not allow Zaine to take me as his chosen mate. Zaine was going to do all he could to portray us as a very much in love couple, I knew that. A long-term relationship. Like he had my own parents. Anything to make them believe the story we were weaving, to allow him to gain his title. But, if his father did not approve, then all our lies, our plan would have been for nothing. And that look within that man's eyes did not fill me with hope.

to school their faces. Heading through the village less and less people come out of their houses as if they are just empty buildings. My worry on what kind of pack this really is settles in my stomach. Are people so miserable they just give up living and thriving here. My brain halts on the thought as we come upon a large White House. It sticks out sorely like it doesn’t belong here with these other house before it. The path is swept clean and flowers are lined up leading to the house. Everything before was dirty and over grown here it’s like this is the only space that’s taken care of. We stop before entering the steps to this house, which I’m assuming is the pack house. Alpha Alexander st

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.

Diego was merely a pawn, and I had to find out who the real chess player was. *** follow i* @iindwi_z