Real Person Fic Novels & Stories

"So you're Wendy's boyfriend? The one with a tiny wiener?" He brushed some wet hair off her collar like he'd done it a million times before. "What are you doing here? My personal training sessions are expensive, you know. You think a leech like you can afford it?" "Personal training? What kind of personal training involves getting your lower bodies tangled up together?" I whipped out my phone and shoved the Live Photo in their faces. Wendy went white as a sheet. Not because she felt guilty, but because she was enraged that she got caught.

"What do you mean? What happened?" Clarissa wiped her tears with the back of her hand, struggling to maintain her composure. "There was this guy, Marcus. He was... he was involved in some shady dealings, and I got mixed up with him. I thought I could handle it, but things spiraled out of control. One night, there was an argument, and... and I accidentally pushed him down the stairs." Olivia gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my God, Clarissa. What happened to him?"

“Public appearances. Joint statements. Romantic paparazzi moments.” “And then we fake-breakup?” “Eventually. Or maybe not.” I stared at him. “You’re enjoying this.” “I enjoy puzzles,” he said. “And right now, you’re the most interesting one in the room.” He buttoned his cuff again and headed for the door. “Sleep tight, fiancée,” he called over his shoulder. And then he was gone. ______________________________________________________________________ I woke up to thirty-two missed calls, three back-to-back headlines, and a group chat explosion titled “ADELAINE WTF?” — in all caps. Zain’s name also pops up. He had the nerve to still text me.

The other man's face was already badly bruised and swollen, yet he continued to bellow some sort of manic tirade. "That chick you were just talking to on the phone? A couple of years ago, when I was in university, she was a regular in my bed! She's the campus bicycle, everyone's taken her for a ride, and foreigners are her type! Killing me won't change the truth! I've got a bunch of her photos right here on my phone! Hey, you wanna watch a video together?!" With a shaking hand, the heckler offered up his phone. Joseph's face flushed bright red, veins throbbing in his forehead.

C H A P T E R 4 : J U L I E T The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality that did not exist before. — Margaret Halsey, No Laughing Matter ~ “That’s Juliet Matthias and one of our girls.” I look at her in disbelief. I pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.

He explained, a cocky smile on his face. That doesn’t fit the personality he had kept around, or what people had always said about it. At least once a week, you would hear a lady talking about how hard and fast he had fucked her, or a guy talking about Rowan stealing away their girls. It had to be one of those things. “But that wasn’t what is being said in school.” “I know and I let them talk about for the personality. I think we should talk about yesterday.” He changed the topic, making me sit upright.

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

But this guy seemed different and also my situation made me bolder. "Oh no. I mean, we were here to register the marriage of my boss. And it's not as you think. It's a bit personal. He needed a contractual wife for a year, for his reasons. And the perfect girl I found for him, who agreed to come here was met with an accident. we only came to know about the news now. " Why does he say all these things to me, I thought? "Oh, I feel sad about that girl. But you can find another girl and marry her later right. it's not like she was his girlfriend."

It was a totally unrealistic scene, but there was something about it that was very hot. Another scene I found myself enjoying, somewhat disconcertingly, was one that involved fake incest. A "mother" was sharing a bed with her son in a hotel room. He had an erection that he kept "accidentally" rubbing against her. Each time, her protestations grew weaker and eventually they were fucking. Again, it was a totally unrealistic (and poorly acted) scene, but there was something about it that turned me on. Although I could have held out longer, I was nearing the 50 minute mark and not certain any other good clips were on deck, so I let myself come when the "son" did.