Quotes On Fake Happiness Novels & Stories

"I just want it to stop hurting." Heza squeezed my shoulder. "I know," she said softly. "But sometimes, the only way to stop hurting is to face the pain. And sometimes," she added, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "a little bit of fake dating can be surprisingly… illuminating."

he faked an offended expression. Florence couldn’t pretend she wasn’t happy to see how Scott seemed to be back to his good mood, especially when it came to her. He was constantly asking her if she was comfortable, if she wanted anything or if he could do anything for her. He looked guilty; she knew that he was feeling that way because of the whole poisoning incident, but she didn’t blame him. She knew what she was getting herself into when she agreed to marry him, so she couldn’t put it all on his shoulders. It didn’t matter if they were fake married, she had agreed to the deal and should share the concerns with him.

Yeah, that was probably it - just a little blip, nothing to freak out over. I forced myself to shake off those depressing thoughts as I stared at my worn-out reflection in the mirror. It looked like no one gave a shit about my suffering, like I was just teetering on the edge of giving up hope and my anguish was becoming unbearable. I splashed some cold water on my face and made an effort to put on a smile, but it just looked fake and out of place, not belonging to me at all. "For the love of god, smile for real," I muttered to myself sternly. "Try to look happy, dammit. You've got this, Lav - don't give Karl any reason to be suspicious. Fake that happiness again if you have to."

“Then fake date.” “What?” I pause for her to laugh, then snort at her ridiculous idea when I realize she’s serious. “This isn't one of your cliche rom-com novels, Bibah.” She smacks my arm, hard this time. “Shut up.” Her eyes glint with determination as she carries on, explaining. “You only have to fake it until graduation, which is in like… weeks from now. It’ll at least solve half of your problems. Let the school think you’re happy and in love so your reputation doesn’t take another hit, work with him so both of you don’t flunk Mate 101, and then mutually dump each other like the dumb-asses that you are after graduation.”

“What do you have in mind?” He gives me a crooked smile back. “How about sending some fake info about a ‘new’ liquor which doesn’t have the bitter taste of alcohol and has even stronger effects on werewolves? Downing one glass, and the werewolf is knocked on his/her butt. What do you think?” A new secret liquor. Very interesting. I like it. I nod my head. “That sounds good. How are you going to ‘leak’ it to the rogue pack?”

" I asked in a tone of disbelief before I burst into laughter and laughed my heart out. Right now, I am completely laughing to hide to pain but she doesn't know it. * Fake it until you make it* that is my motto when it comes to these kind of situations, making people believe the opposite of what is true, what everybody know it is true. I never thought I will have to do this to my best friend but I have to, I have to protect her. Even if it is to hurt her right this moment.

he creased his forehead, probably doubting me. “Fishy? Nothing’s fishy.” I sniffed the surroundings. “Ha-ha. Funny,” he mocked. Seems like my interrogation failed. “But seriously, Shane, I am sure that he has good intentions. There is no point to doubt him.” “I can’t help it. He just came unexpectedly.” “My friend is one of the greatest humans in this whole wild world,” he exaggerated, “Trust me, he prefers to suffer by himself rather than letting others suffer. So I am certain that whatever it is that he is doing, it’s for the better.” He winked.

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

"You were frustrated enough earlier. You definitely did!" Patience only goes so far. "I’m not such a low-life that I’d kiss a woman who just came out of someone else's bed to sleep here." Shadows of disappointment flickered in her eyes. If she was seriously attaching some kind of meaning to this marriage, I was going to crush that idea right now. "Well, apparently you're enough of a low-life to jump into someone else's bed while you're married." I laughed. She actually made me laugh. I couldn't exactly tell her, 'I couldn't do it, everything turned to shit because of you.' Instead, I said, "You've lost your mind. You only showed up yesterday; you can't possibly expect loyalty to a fake husba

I went straight to the page where I saw his highlights. 'I know what's living is, but I don't know what happiness is. I saw people around me 'smiling' and believed that it is how happiness looks like. I smiled as much as I can mirroring those people's actions. But after some time, it felt off. I realized that I was faking it, and I wasn't sure that happiness feels like this... empty.