Quotes About Love Is Fake Novels & Stories

Caden continued to observe human behavior as we headed for the next aisle. "That woman looks exhausted. Her husband must have gambled with their savings, and now they have little left for food," he remarked. "I feel bad for her," I instantly responded. "Relationships and promises are scams," he said. "Not all of them," I disagreed. "Most. In fact, even the good ones are rarely true. Love is an empty word with over six thousand ways to pronounce it globally. It claims promises, yet it's the most disloyal and deceptive word that exists."

“I thought maybe there could be something between us since your marriage was fake and— My blood ran cold. “What did you just say?” Elliot hesitated, realizing he’d misspoken. “Estella, I—” “Fake?” I barked out a laugh. “You think that makes this okay? You think you can justify this by calling my marriage fake?” I stepped closer, and he flinched. Good. “Let me tell you something, Elliot. Fake or not, I love him. Do you hear me? I love my husband. And it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than this—this ridiculous, manipulative stunt —for me to walk away from him.“

I felt like begging would do better than going head to head with him. “Don't get it twisted Victoria, I don't love you and I never will. I don't love Victoria. Love is a stupid emotion. It's a term conjured up by more smarter fools to deceive dumber fools. They make you believe it's real and then they strike when you're deep in the delusion”. He twirled my curl around his finger as he sniffed my hair. “That's not true sir. Love is real”. I retorted. “Really Victoria?. Have you ever been in love”. He was making fun of me.

~Why you sad? I don’t know. I don’t know Smile, say 'I love you' Look at me, even I gave up on myself Even you can’t understand me You say I’m unfamiliar, changed into the one you used to like You say I’m not myself which you knew well No? What do you mean no? I’m blind Love? What the heck is love? It’s all fake love~ - (BTS) Fake Love ----- ------- ------- ------- ------ --------

Mateo become serious anticipating her reply. "What do you take me for a cheater? Unlike you who enjoyed being with ladies, trending on social media and burning the pages of gossip columns with numerous women who fancied your attention. While me, I bury myself to work stayed chaste and waiting for the day that you would want to dissolve the marraige." Loarraine said. Mateo felt glad with what he heard. "I never thought that you are a fan of fake news sweetheart." "Fake news? I think it cannot be all fake news. there"s is no smoke if there is no one playing with fire. your must be aware of this talks going around, but you never made a move to correct them."

He laughed at this. Her forehead had creases as she tried understanding what was funny in this. "I like doing things which are not good for me" "Why? Don't you love yourself?" He sobered listening to her words. Mischief vanished in thin air as reality settled in. "You learn not to when no one loves you back. Love is just an illusion...a bloody mirage which looks real from distance. But when you go closer you realise it was just your fuck** up mind and nothing else"

"Is that seriously why you're here? Because if so, I've heard this exact speech a thousand times before, Dad. Probably more than a thousand times. I could recite it word for word at this point. I don't need to hear it again." He opened his mouth to respond, probably to defend himself or to continue his lecture, but I kept talking before he could get a word out. I cut him off completely, not wanting to hear whatever he was planning to say. "Love is fleeting, Dad," I told him, my voice hard and cold and certain. I believed every word I was saying with complete conviction. "It doesn't last. It's temporary and unreliable. People fall in love and they feel all these intense emotions and they thin

And my personal favorite: • “I don’t even care if it’s a PR stunt—JUST LET ME BELIEVE IN LOVE.” It wasn’t just I*******m. T*****r was no better. TikTok was already flooded with fan edits—dramatic music over slow-motion clips of the kiss, voiceovers from angsty love stories, captions about passion and fate and whatever else people projected onto us. I watched one video in stunned silence—shots of the kiss set to some devastatingly romantic ballad—and nearly dropped my phone when the words flashed across the screen: “When you fake it so well, it stops feeling fake.”

If two people are set on driving their exes insane and regrettably like each other enough, by talking on the Internet, to parade each other around, don't you think they actually have a shot at actually falling in love for real? "Uh, no, because we're in a fake relationship, and the only thing I find that's real is the desire to spoon out your eyeballs every time you get under my skin." He snorted. "You're going to sit there, with a straight face, and say you hate me in the same manner you did when we met on that curb a few days ago?" "That doesn't count. You're literally helping me with Grav and money and-" The rest of my speech perished on my tongue. Huh. He had a point.

We weren't the right match and didn't feel attracted to each other. Furthermore, true love does not exist. One of the lovers always deceives the other. So, what is the point of squandering your love on someone? You'll be fooled and left abandoned one day. "That's near impossible." My nerves calmed as I answered. "Is it?" Akash regarded me with suspicion. "Is that a question?" I raised a brow. "That's right. You don't even understand the meaning of love." Akash sneered as he lifted the cup and intended to drink the tea.