My Fake Boyfriend Book Novels & Stories

Talked non-stop, Saturday night, helped her, introduced her to your parents, Kevin and Racheal, jealous and possessive. Closing my eyes, I leaned on the wall. Her pretty face instantly flashing, her eyes, her smile, her innocence, her playfulness, her rolling eyes, her lips, her kisses. And I finally accepted a fact that tilted the axis of my world. I, Colton Hastings, the bad boy, the guy who doesn't give two fucks about others had developed feelings for his fake girlfriend, Racheal Smith, the sweet sarcastic girl. I am so fucking screwed! ~ Holy Hell! I love this chapter, it's one of my favs! Did you love it? Tell me you did!

Rolling my lips onto one another I stare at the dark ceiling. He stands, his ass cheeks clenched to perfection as he heads to the bathroom. I thought a fake relationship would make my life of being single easier. I had no idea I would slowly fall for my pretend boyfriend, wishing for the first time since I had my heart broke...that I could try my chances at love one more time without being terrified. *** Rae Sun filters through the blinds, splitting across my face in a ray of warmth that wakes me from my sleep. Yawning, I slowly roll over and come face to face with a sleeping Max. His eyes flutter open and a devilish smirk crosses his face. I pull the sheet up, covering my own smile and morn

My eyes narrowed instantly. Brandon? It could not be Brandon. He had not given me flowers in years—our marriage was never the type for grand, romantic gestures. I moved closer to the enormous bouquet, a knot of dread already forming in my stomach. I pulled the small card free. The writing was clean, but I did not recognize it. My heart gave a strange, sudden leap as I read the words. *Glad we are back on, fake girlfriend. You are stuck with me now. Forever… or at least until Brandon comes to his senses.*

So, she started to record a video of the process. After he opened the box, green papers flew out. “Huh? Is this fake money?” The young girl gasped. I picked them up and discovered that there was indeed some fake money in there. “Paige, more than half of the money here is fake. Your boyfriend’s been lying to you!” the young girl said sympathetically. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I laughed at myself. “Yeah. I’m such a fool, aren’t I?” It turned out that Desmond had lied to me from the start. I was the only one living a pitiful life and thinking about our future together.

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

"He's not your boyfriend. This isn't real." But my body disagreed, still humming from multiple orgasms and wanting more. Damn him and his talented tongue, his skilled fingers, his perfect cock that hit all the right spots... I shook my head, trying to clear the memories. Time for lunch. Alone. Because that's what happens in fake relationships - your not-boyfriend fucks you senseless, then leaves you at a restaurant while he dines with family. The Italian restaurant had a cozy atmosphere, warm lighting, and checkered tablecloths. A friendly waitress led me to a corner table and smiled as she handed me a menu.

She’s cackling like I just read her the juiciest chapter of a romance novel. “Oh my God! Bestie… you are absolutely gone. You’re one hundred percent in love with freaking Rhett Lawson!” “No, I’m not,” I argue, my eyes darting away. “Shut up!” she shoots back, grinning. “Your boyfriend is literally like a man straight out of a book, a book written by a woman. From everything you’ve told me, I swear you fell for him the second he opened his mouth.” I shoot her a glare. “First of all, he’s my fake boyfriend. And secondly, I hated him the first day he opened that sharp mouth of his.”

“…He doesn’t have a girlfriend, right?” “Not that I know of,” she said. That was not reassuring. “You’d know if he did, though… right?” “…Probably?” she answered, unsure. “For someone who just met him, you’re very curious.” “He’s my husband.” “Fake,” she reminded me sweetly. Everyone enjoyed calling me stupid. Everyone. “Maybe it becomes real,” she teased. Me? With Darian? The man would drown me in a teaspoon of water. We made coffee, I eventually trusted her enough to leave Paspas with security, and finally—finally—I went to Darian’s apartment.

they don't show the terrible truth. My terrible truth? I just broke my boyfriend's heart. I just broke my heart, too. I text him. I text him, begging him to be forgiven. The agreement was supposed to make my life easy. Doing this was supposed to be a short-term thing and an easy way to make cash. I wasn't going to get feelings. I promised myself I wasn't. I wasn't going to fall in love. Ethan Dane Fain wasn't supposed to be anything more than a way to make money. But he was more. He was always more. He will always be so much more than what anything in this world could ever be worth. I wasn't supposed to fall in love, but I did. I fell in love with this man who turned my entire world around.

But instead of answering me, he just look at me so I'm pushed to continue my story. "I am not from this world." I stopped as I tried to look at his reaction but I see none. "The world you're living right now, is a fictional. Inside the book and I am not part if it. This book was my favorite book. The story is great and I got the chance to meet the characters. I fell inlove with the male lead and he's my boyfriend now. I'm so lucky, right? But I never know that my luck has a consequences. A hard consequences."