Romans & histoires Real Person Fic

“ I just need to sleep it off, Mav. Have fun at the bonfire.” ​I tossed the phone face down and opened my laptop. Writing was the only thing that made me feel better. I started typing, getting lost in the world I created. ​"What are you working on?" Jessie asked after about an hour. She was sitting on her bed painting her nails a bright red. ​"Just... fiction," I said, trying to sound casual. ​"Wait, like a book? Let me see!" ​"It's nothing, really," I said, but my face was already turning red. "I post on a site called StoryVerse under a fake name. I’ve never told anyone. Not even my best friend knows about it."

Nathaniel said, though his own knee was bouncing with the same restless energy, his coffee gone cold and untouched on the table in front of him. "You're one to talk. You've refreshed your laptop four times in the last two minutes." "Five, actually. I'm keeping better count than you are." It went live at nine sharp. *THE ARRANGEMENT: How a Fake Relationship Became Real for Cross Industries Heir* Everly's stomach clenched at the headline alone, and she made herself keep reading rather than let the fear stop her halfway through, forcing her eyes down the page one paragraph at a time. Sarah's article was thorough, detailed, quoting them both extensively, and to Everly's surprise, remarkably fair

*You have no idea what others are dealing with in their personal life so just be nice, its that simple! This book is a complete work of fiction, No name, event or happening in this book are real. If any is found common or same as real life event or happening, then it is coincidental and shouldn't be taken personally or seriously. I apologize in advance for any error you may find in this book. Please constructive comments are welcomed, (I'll reply) but any annoying comment would be ignored and deleted. 💛 Flourish Ruth Felix (also known as love_richie)

“So… she's The ‘One That Got Away’?” Andrew shrugged, one shoulder lifting lazily. “I wouldn't go that far. Let's just say she was my first fuck buddy. The rest is history. Bad history. The kind that ends with someone stealing your dignity and leaving you with nothing but a really awkward memory and a playlist you still can’t listen to.” Fantastic. My fake fiancé’s first time was apparently traumatic enough to earn its own Spotify True Crime playlist. This family is a walking soap opera. I swallowed. “So what's the situation with her, besides the obvious history?”

She keeps telling herself to stop thinking about someone. Her room's bell is ringing at that moment. She quickly gets up, walks to the door, and opens it. She believes her manager will come to her room. However, once the door is opened, it is not her manager who stands tall in front of it. Instead, a tall, handsome man with pale skin visits her room at night. "Oppa..." she mumbles, shocked to see the man who has been bothering her mind appear right in front of her.

But instead of answering me, he just look at me so I'm pushed to continue my story. "I am not from this world." I stopped as I tried to look at his reaction but I see none. "The world you're living right now, is a fictional. Inside the book and I am not part if it. This book was my favorite book. The story is great and I got the chance to meet the characters. I fell inlove with the male lead and he's my boyfriend now. I'm so lucky, right? But I never know that my luck has a consequences. A hard consequences."

He’s older, maybe early forties. “I’m Zane.” The good looking guy smiles. He is young and European looking. He looks as if he would only be straight out of med school. Maybe twenty-four or twenty-five. “I’m Maria,” the girl announces as she looks me up and down and makes an internal assessment. Oh… okay. I fake a smile and shake her hand. I already know I don’t like this bitch. How rude? “I’m Richard.” The last man smiles. He’s of a similar age to me. Late twenties and kind looking. I instantly feel comfortable with him.

Every glance, every accidental brush of skin, every quiet word in the hallway made it impossible to deny the truth: Alexander Cole was as real as he was impossible. And I was falling.

PRESENT-DAY Constantine woke up when he heard some noise nearby. He wandered his eyes and saw a girl in a bathrobe. “Hi baby, did I wake you up?”, the girl asked flirtily. He stood up and grab his clothes. “Why are you still here?”, he asked coldly. The girl put the tray of food on the table near the bed and hugged Constantine from the back. “You don’t want me here?” Constantine took away her hands. “I don’t. I told you to leave early in the morning. Yet, you’re still here.” The girl felt ashamed and hurt by what she heard. Constantine stared at the girl who was frozen where she was standing. “You know me. I don’t usually wake up with a girl on my bed. I have work today, I didn’t know you st

I hate the fact that I have to pose like a blood slave, but if Nathanael wants to hide our relationship for some reason, who am I to judge? I haven’t even come out to my family yet. Gasping, I get the two women to look at me questioningly. Oh, my…relationship! I muffle my giggle as I bite into my brownie, grinning at Eleandra. “Sorry, it’s the calories pumping my dopamine.” Gilda laughs while Eleandra leans forward, squinting her eyes at me. “Are you fully human?” “Born and raised.” I puff my chest, proudly, and while Gilda cracks up, Eleandra reacts with an ‘ugh’.