Prankster Couples Novels & Stories

He said. "Everything we do here is an act expect for the voice training aspect. After that, the Fiancée shit is an act." I said sitting on the bed. "So you don't think we would make a great couple if this were real?" He asked and i laughed looking at him. "Says someone that has no feelings to someone whose heart belongs to someone else. Of course not, we won't make one." I said and I saw him swallow hard. "It's cool." He said Smiling and I nodded.

Darcy was one of Cassandra's crew and equally as annoying as she was. Stacy and Stephanie were the last two of their plastic cult. They were very identical twins. It was difficult to find the difference between the two. They were quiet most of the time, mostly when Darcy and Cassandra were doing all the talking. Besides running after boys that paid little or no attention to them, the only thing they did with their lives was to run errands for Cassandra and Darcy. There's a whole lot of difference between Judging and stating the fact. I'm stating the fact, not judging.

The day wore on in that glass heaven, an endless performance fueled by excessive consumption. I was trapped at the golden table, forced to maintain the image of the beloved birthday wife. I was unable to have my escape as planned. The lunch transitioned into an evening of endless celebratory toasts. Collins, insistent on proving his extravagant affection, kept pushing the sommelier to bring more bottles. I was forced to drink to stupor by Collins, or at least, that was the public narrative.

Tristan chuckle, his brow arched up in a charming way and I responds with a giggle. After the instructions had been given, the Game begins. Couples rush to pick up the photos they want to recreate and we do the same. More like, Tristian is quickly grab hold of one and and among all the photos, tristisn decide to go for he most crazy one. “OMG why did you choose this?” The image contain an image of two couple in an awkward position. The female looks like she’s falling backward towards a cliff, she’s extending her hands towards her lover and instead of him to be taking it, he’s sliding out his ring off her fingers.

Three days later The Cross Empire office buzzed with its usual chaotic energy, but inside the executive suite, the air had turned stagnant. Damian sat behind his mahogany desk, reviewing quarterly projections, yet the numbers blurred before his eyes. His focus was entirely on the notification that had just lit up his private phone. BREAKING NEWS: The Billion-Dollar Charade. Sources confirm the Cross-Carter marriage is a sham orchestrated to save the failing Carter Group. Leaked documents reveal a $5000 million debt payoff and a strict five-year expiration date.

I wanted so much to tear that adulterous pair apart. Helen knew she was in the wrong and she lowered her head. Zack's father stood at the side. He was unsympathetic about this. "This isn't an important matter at all. What is your driver so angry about? Are you itching to be fired?" Zack quickly nodded in agreement. "That's right. We're husband and wife. Why would we need your agreement to do anything?" My expression turned increasingly cold. What a bunch of shameless bloodsuckers.

"It seems I need to remind you of one thing, Zara. You and Scott are no longer married. Your marriage wasn't supposed to happen in the first place. Since that mistake was rectified some years back, how about you move on with your life? Oh, I forgot! "You are a hoe! I know you go after everything in trousers. Every Tom, Dick, and Harry have access to all your holes as long as you can get some benefits. It's no news that you bag deals by giving blowjobs and quickies in bathroom stalls and even hotels. Are you done sucking Jordan Keystone dry already? Who is next? Scott? Is that why you are here? If I hadn't barged in, would you have allowed him fuck you on the bathroom floor?"

I believed I was a puppet but I did a good job in my role. “Closer,” called the photographer. “We need intimacy and passion. Act as if you are infatuated with one another.” Dante pressed his forehead against mine as he leaned in. “You smell like war,” he muttered. “You also have a sharp scent. Too much cologne.” Just before the last flash a grin twitched across his lips The PR manager then gave us a phone containing the draft engagement announcement. Power couple alert: Dante Blake, a multimillionaire , is no longer available for purchase. He and Alina Hart, a business consultant and heiress, are getting married.

She grumbled inside her mind. They arrive the front entrance of the park. A sharped looking man in a butler outfit stood and greeted them, “Good day, you sweet couple must be Wayne and April am I right?” “B-but” Hearing the word couple sent a blood rushed on her face, she tried to correct it, but Wayne stopped her before she could reveal the truth. “Hey, don’t say it. They got discount promo for couples. Ride along this will be fun,” he whispered.