Novel & Cerita My Fake Boyfriend Book

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

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

I hated Kane Ravenwood before I ever spoke to him. The ruthless captain of the Ravens Hockey Team ruined my brother’s career and turned our family into campus gossip. Everyone worships him like a king, but I know the monster beneath the crown. Arrogant. Violent. Untouchable. So when he suddenly asks me to fake date him to save his reputation after a scandal, I should’ve said no. Instead, I made a deal with the devil. Now he’s everywhere. Touching me. Watching me. Controlling who talks to me. Calling me like he already owns me. The worst part? The fake relationship doesn’t feel fake anymore. Because behind his cruel smirk and bloodstained knuckles is a broken boy hid

“You have a theory.” “I have a sentence Claire said before she left.” “What sentence?” I repeated it. Sienna immediately shook her head. “No.” “I haven't said anything yet.” “You were about to.” “Maybe Claire doesn't see our engagement the way we do.” “Our fake engagement?” “Exactly.” Sienna folded the letter and pushed it towards me. “Claire can think whatever she wants.” “You look uncomfortable.” “I'm tired.” “You use that excuse a lot.” “And you talk too much before sunrise.”

"Making decisions for me," I slipped my hands into my pockets and exhaled slowly. "Someone has to." "No," she snapped. "No one has to. You don't get to do that." I tilted my head slightly, studying her. "I'm your man. That gives me every right to—" "Fake," she cut in, voice trembling but firm. "You're my fake boyfriend, Ryker. This is a contract. Nothing real." Something in me stilled. I took a step forward. Then another. When I stopped beside her bed, I leaned slightly down, close enough that she could feel my breath.

"Brooks?" I shook my head, pulling the phone out. "Your hot fake boyfriend, then. Ace?" I felt my face warm and nodded, unlocking the screen. "Don't say that so loud. And don't tell anyone about the fake part, Ali, I mean it." She mimed zipping her lips shut, tossing the invisible key over her shoulder with a solemnity that would have been more convincing if she hadn't been grinning the entire time. "Your secret's safe. Mostly."

She asks, looking around, perhaps to make sure no one sees her with me. I'd understand, after all, there's a five-million-dollar car on the road in a lower-class neighbourhood. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I lied easily. “I figured you’d walk. And I didn’t want my girlfriend showing up to school alone.” “Fake girlfriend,” she corrected, hugging her books tighter, her eyes lighting behind her thin glasses. Feisty, I like it. “Details.” I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. “Now get in.”

"Then let's go. My car is waiting." I slipped off his jacket and tried to hand it back, but he shook his head. "Keep it on. You're still wet." As I stood to follow him, the reality of what I'd just agreed to washed over me. I was going home with a stranger, agreeing to pretend to be his fiancée for the next six months. It was madness. Absolute madness ! Yet as I dragged my battered suitcase behind Damien Salvatore's confident stride, I couldn't help feeling I'd made a deal with the devil.

He pretends to be serious as he says, "Hey, I'm just making sure I’m still your number one," She leans in to give him a gentle kiss and reassurance, "You'll always be my number one." He whispers, "Good," on her lips. "Because you’re mine too." As her eyes close in anticipation and her mouth opens in invitation, John plunges in, nibbling at her tongue and lips slowly. The rest of the world vanishes in that instant.