None Of This Is True Synopsis Novels & Stories

A premonition rose in my chest. "System," I called out in my mind, my voice still steady. "Run a body scan." The system's response came back in panic. "Seraphine, this is bad. It's a high-concentration hallucinogen mixed with aphrodisiac compounds!" It was just as I had expected. A wave of nausea soon hit me. "You promised me when you sent me here," I said coldly to the system, "that there would be no danger to my life. So what, am I just supposed to sit here and take whatever happens next?"

“This is my fault.” “What? No Der, this isn’t your fault. Someone else did this.” “I should’ve never gotten involved with her.” “You being with her has nothing to do with the fact that she’s dead. Look, stop blaming yourself Der. All of this was someone else’s doing, don’t worry we’re going to find out who did this.”

, I begged her. She let out a big sigh. "Alright. Now, listen carefully. The truth I'm going to reveal won't be easy at all for you to believe. So, promise me, no matter what I say you'd believe me as I believe you, ok?", She asked. "I promise.”, I replied. "Alright, so listen to me. All the things you said are correct. They aren't normal but if you knew till now it is impossible for a clever student like you to not know the correct answer, right? Of course, you know that you're a vampire.

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

Or where to turn. Aiden sends me a picture of himself, shirtless. He's flexing his muscles. His lips are puckered. His curly blond hair has my stomach in knots. He deserves a real female. He's the bachelor lion that anyone could have. And for some reason, he chose me. And now we are fake. I always thought I would avoid fake. But here it is, knocking on my door. Fake is for Brittany. Brittany wears make-up, which I call fake-up. She's an actress, but this year, I'm an actress. The school is my stage.