Quotes To A Fake Friend Novels & Stories

Ivy I guess my fake mate didn't like my acting because currently, he is staring at me, scowling. "What?" I ask. "Did you really have to yell this loud?" he barks. The look of annoyance on his face makes me giggle. "Okay, sorry. That was stupid. Maybe we don't have to yell the word mate at each other. We can just act like we are in love." Ryder lets out a deep sigh before nodding his head. "Fine, but let's try to make it believable. No more of that overacting you just did."

How could I say that without sounding rude? “You know…” it felt awfully heavier than I’d expected. My jaw tightened when I tried to force it out. “What you did… three years ago—‘’ “— Are you being for real, right now?” She tilted her head to the side, scoffing and biting down on her lower lip. “Anyway, it’s fine. I can’t force you if you don’t want to. After all, we’re enemies.” Yes, enemies. Rivals. Business competitors.

"Outside the box, Paul roared, his voice resonating uncannily across the concourse. He held up the poster board. It displayed a shabby Photoshopped picture of Scarlett and Jett with the words "FAKE! THE DEBT OF HER FIRM! SCHEME FOR HER MOTEL! HIS DESPERATION FOR A CAREER!"Bullet points with altered email excerpts and false financial data were placed beneath the text, all of which were intended to paint Jett as an unsuspecting celebrity and Scarlett as a desperate, cunning opportunist.

“I’ve been with my girlfriend for five years. I worked four jobs to help pay off her debts, but her family’s debt just keeps growing. Today we were supposed to go home together for New Year’s, but she said something happened at the barbecue place and left again. “Sigh… I guess I’ve failed as a boyfriend. I don’t even know when her debts will be paid off. Living on plain buns and pickles every day is just too hard…” As the train started moving, I posted it. I put all the money I had grabbed from Matt’s livestream into boosting it. Wren, those who lie have to swallow a thousand needles. Starting today, you can take your time swallowing them. I won’t be staying to watch.

“I came to check something, and you didn’t disappoint. You finally proved nice and clear that you just used me in both our lives. Seven days of fake love in a brothel. That would make a wonderful title for a movie, wouldn’t it?” I peered into her eyes, propping myself on my elbow. Tracing her neckline with my free hand, I said. “You started a fake mate bond with me in this life, Dia. Everything about our relationship in this life had been fake from the very beginning. So, yes, you can call me fake and my heart faker. But never question my love for you because in this completely fake me, loving you was the only genuine thing I could manifest.” She clapped, “your words. I must applaud you. You

“Tee—” “Y’all are still into each other, obviously, there’s no way in hell, I’m getting into that. Ciara loves you.” “That’s kinda my whole point.” She stares at me for a beat. And then it hit her. She gasps, “Oh my God.” I try again. “Tee—” “You want me to fake date you?” She says it like it’s the worst thing after the fucking civil war. “Just for a week.” “A whole week?”

Isla's eyebrows furrowed in feigned confusion, "Bestfriend King? Your bestfriend is a king? Of what kingdom?" Joan and Alistair laughed. "I'm so sorry, I said bestfriend, King" She stressed on the pause, "his name is King." "Aaaaah, I see." Isla pretended to blush in embarrassment, scratching her head, "It just sounded really like, well, you know and I thought...uhm... nevermind. It's just so really...embarrassing. I'm such a ..." "I'll leave you two now and...uhm see you later. You're getting discharged in three days, right? I'll make sure to come visit."

Her love — a theatre, her soul — a stage, and I, the fool who thought it was friendship. Now I sip my tea with quiet grace, for I have learned — not all enemies wear frowns. Some wear my perfume, and borrow my smile. Such is the life of a fake friend. Beware!

“Maybe he is a dick, but so be it. Let it bounce off.” “I’m your boss and your friend,” I pointed out, smiling as I joked. My day needed a spot of humor in it. “Or are you saying I’m a dick, too?” She stuck her tongue out at me, giggling. “If you had one, maybe you would’ve been one. Who knows?” “I know,” I told her. “I would never have treated anyone that way, with or without a dick. There is no excuse.”

"So,anyway did you find what you were looking for?" With the tone of voice she was using,I knew she was referring to something else and I decided to answer honestly and spice some things up. "Actually,no I didn't. Seems like the guy is just a big fat liar after all. God I really hope I don't have more friends that are like that. I can't be having fake friends around me only. I think I am going to cut him off,the same way I would do it to any more fake friends I find out about in the future."