My Fake Boyfriend Book の小説・ストーリー

she said innocently. Dragging in a deep breath, I ran a hand down my face. “After… everything with Reis… Ocean started pestering me about some fake relationship thing.” Her eyes lit up like fireworks as she leaned forward. “FAKE DATING?” she squealed. “Lower your voice.” I winced. She ignored me completely, already bouncing with excitement. “This is amazing, this is literally the best trope ever.” “It’s not a trope,” I muttered. “It’s my life.”

“I’m not doing this. I can’t go from one asshole mate to another. I’m not accepting this bond.” “That’s cool.” He leans casually against the railing, looking like rejection doesn’t faze him. “Because same.” “Wait—what?” I blink, caught off guard. “But,” he continues, that trademark cocky smirk spreading across his stupidly perfect face, “I want to be your fake boyfriend.” I stare at him like he’s sprouted another head. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Let’s fake-date for the rest of this cruise,” he says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You know, to piss off Ethan and Vanessa. And don’t worry, I’m not interested in the mate bond either.”

I said. "So today is the day where you publish your newest book and it's called The Real Deal. Can you tell us briefly what it is about?" The MC asked and I smiled nodding. "Well.. I don't want to spoil anything but it's based on my own love life. I wrote this book for my boyfriend, Ares, just to thank him for everything." I said and I turned to see Ares standing beside my dad. He smiled widely at me and I turned to the audience again nervously.

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!

We smiled at each other when someone stupid interrupted once more… “Hey! What are you guys doing?! Stop that shit! Jay just do your job!” He’s like a dog who never stops barking. What is this? My fake husband is jealous? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL Thank you so much!

“Yes, I know it’s none of my business, but since I’m the fake boyfriend, I should at least know the real one.” That sounded a little funny, but it was funnier seeing this side of him, so I decided to go with the flow. “Really?” I said, chuckling softly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Then who was that guy? Did he kiss you by force?” he asked, a bit too vigorously. “No, no, it’s Kevon,” I said, rolling my eyes, thinking about Kevon and his weird feelings. “So you are dating your friend?” he asked.

Why does she feel more upset about breaking up with her fake boyfriend than she felt about breaking up with her real boyfriend? . Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And if you can, please support me by dropping a comment or gems <3... sincerely, Kamara. . More gems=more chapters. . TBC

The drywall cracked underneath the stone. I couldn't skip the party. If I blew off a highly publicized, Council-approved social event with my fiancée tonight, Magnus would instantly know something was wrong. He would deploy trackers to watch my every move. I had to play the game for exactly three more hours. I had to fake the engagement, smile for the cameras, and then I could disappear into the night with my mate. *** The bass from the massive speakers shook the sticky hardwood floors of the fraternity house.

a man whom I didn’t know nor recognize sat beside me and talk casually as if we’ve known each other for a long time now. “I’m with my boyfriend,” I reasoned out to make him leave. It usually works, they usually left when I told them that I am with my boyfriend even though I am not. “I can’t see him.” He glanced around and looked for my imaginary boyfriend. He is annoying, he should just leave. “He’s in the restroom. He’ll be back any moment now.” “Then,” he leaned closer to me and I can smell the alcohol in his breath. Gross. “Let me wait with you and keep you company,” he flashed a menacing grin that exposed his white teeth. He has good looks but I don’t really feel good being around other