Quotes About Love Is Fake Novels & Stories

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.

He cupped her face and locked her eyes to his. “But wonderful things don’t always remain beautiful,” he whispered. “Frenzo..” “You know what sucks? It’s the feeling of being one of the wealthiest men in the world, but no amount of money could ever buy what I really want. ” “I love you, Shane. There’s no shit in that but we have to face the facts. These butterflies that I have inside my stomach since the very first day I saw you never ceased. I still feel the same way as I do from that very first day.”

"Are you love-struck, my friend? Because that sounds an awful lot like love at first sight." ​I slapped his hand away, feeling a flash of genuine irritation. "You know I don't believe in that garbage. Love is just a chemical trick to keep the species alive. I’m not a romantic, Karl. I’m a realist."

You of all people should know me very well, you should know full well the fact that I am not the type that fool people I tell the f****** truth at every f****** time. And you know fully well that I will never learn to deceive you, that's why I made it known to you that I I'm not interested in you and never was interested, I was only with you all along because I haven't found true love and no one could deny that fact, True Love doesn't lays in sexuality or having sex with someone, show love lies in being able to find that one who makes your heart beat really fast, and makes your heart feels like it's about to tear apart it makes it pounds and never stop beating,

"Uhhh, really, he didn't fix a time, but I have other work to do, and you can't delay me." I can't help but smile at her. "I was just messing with you. You're too hasty about this guy. I think you like him." Sophia blushes, a rare sight. "Yes, I like him... because he likes you." "Oh, well, I think he likes you. Maybe he just wants me to get you to tell you his feelings for you," I say, teasing Sophia. Sophia shakes her head, laughing. "How crazy of you to think like that! I know it's you he likes, and I'm not going to sit here and argue with you.

"No. I just don't like pizza." She flinches, proceeding to stare at me like I told her the sky is red or the moon is made of Styrofoam. "Excuse me?" "I don't like pizza." "Who doesn't like pizza?" She whisks her freehand through the air. "I don't know what's a bigger red flag—you proposing a fake engagement plan for us or not liking pizza." "Goodbye, Hannah." I turn and walk in the opposite direction, wearing a smirk that she can’t see.

"Maybe I'll do that. I just hope I'll see someone I like." "Wait, if it's going to be a fake marriage then don't you think it should be a woman you don't like?" Schumann said, raising an eyebrow and I frowned in thought. "How do you mean?" "I mean if it's going to be real then you need someone you genuinely like or love, but if it's fake like it is then you need someone that you don't like, hate even. That way you'll be guarding your heart and you both would never have a reason to get confused."

Ken only giggled quietly,not because he find it funny,but because it was the same script,just a different day. “Dad”, he said, shaking his head.”We have talked about this before.I'm not the type that loves.l don't believe in love. His father frowning intensely.”What do you mean by you don't believe in love?. You ata man, not a machine.Every man needs a partner.You can't keep changing women like they are disposable or trash.One day,you will look around and realise you have nothing but emptiness . Ken leaned back on the chair, letting out a deep sigh.That is the thing. l have seen what love does, people don't really love,Dad . Everyone is just using each other for something.Nobody is genuine.L

Sometimes she would prepare some and make me crave them. She treated me like a daughter, she is in her late fifties. She has never been married, she did say she was in love once but it didn’t work out well for her because the man married someone else. I asked her how she had handled that and she said- “love is an illusion.” I didn’t understand what she had said but she broke it down, love is what we feel, the same way we feel cold and we feel hotness, it comes and goes, if you want it to stay and become real- you have to work for it, he didn’t work for it, she worked for it. Later on he got bored and proposed to someone else on her birthday. It was messy.