Real Person Fic Novels & Stories

“Blair, before I forget, could you please be honest to your boss about your lack of a high-school degree? I don't have any confidential documents to prove this, but I'm sure he can easily confirm my statement. Have a nice day” With that, I left the room. It was petty, but I couldn’t avoid it. -MATT- Two weeks. We've been on the road for almost two weeks. Sure, the rangers are moving further, but being far away from home for a long time is making me restless. I miss my life in New York. I miss her. Our fake marriage seems more authentic than many other real relationships I've had in the past. Every day after training, I look forward to going back to the apartment, our home.

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

Please, like that's even possible. ' The ones who don't get along, are the ones who belong.' Is something she always likes to say. Life is not always a story with a happy ending. But there is one thing that can come good out of this fake girlfriend plan Tyler is trying to pull off. I told Jeremy I had a boyfriend. And I can actually tell him it's Tyler. If I do Tyler a favor, he owes me one. And if Jeremy thinks we're together, he'd be so mad that he would tell me every secret that he thinks will get me angry.

She spoke her usual divisive words, but this time, they didn't land. Maria wrapped her arms around his, pressing herself against him. “Well, since she’s gone, when should Sophie and I move in? And while you're at it, how about a proper Luna ceremony for me?” But Albert shoved her away. “Don’t touch me!” “What Luna ceremony? This is my home with Grace. I won’t have outsiders here!” “And don’t forget, I told you that ceremony was fake. My Luna is Grace, and only Grace!” Maria was stunned by his violent reaction, but her shock quickly turned to anger.

Richard either didn't notice or didn't care. "The engagement will seem more authentic if people see you together." There it was again. Authentic. The word everyone kept using when what they really meant was fake. The conversation dragged on for another twenty minutes before Richard finally dismissed us. The moment we stepped into the hallway, I let out a long breath.

"Actually, Sloane, I think I’m turning them into human beings. I know that’s a foreign concept to someone who views relationships as a hostile takeover, but they seem to be enjoying the 'circus' quite a bit." Sloane’s eyes flashed with a cold, sharp light. "You think this is a game. You think because you have them wrapped around your little paint-stained fingers tonight, you’ve won. But men like Jax and Asher don't marry the girl in combat boots, Lila. They play with her until the real world calls them home. And I am the real world." "The real world looks remarkably like a bored mannequin today," I retorted, my sharp mouth not missing a beat. "And if you’re so confident, why do you look like

EVELYN I dumped Ava's story idea straight to the bin. Next time I wanted a book advice, I would go to an author, a romance fiction author to be precise. I wasn't about to write a book that would be from my personal experience, most especially this present moment. Ian and I were only enjoying ourselves, nothing that serious, no genuine feelings. He had been his real self as he had claimed to fourteen different women before me, given them the best life, fucked them like crazy and tip them some money after the whole charade ended. What makes mine any different? I wasn't that beautiful to start with. Let me not go to my body features, another loss in that aspect.

He didn't look at me as he placed his hand on my lower back and started leading me inside. Once again, it seemed like it was settled on Wes and I being nothing more than friends, simply being flirty and faking the romance to sell our fake relationship. That was answer enough for me to know I had to get a grip on the situation and stop letting my judgement get clouded. We had walked back inside when I ran into Mirah. She sighed as she took a look at me. "Seriously, Fia? Is it so hard for you to control yourself?" "What?"

…… Sasha J Morales I left quickly, protesting that they needed backup at my job. What the hell did I do? What the hell did I do? Why do guys have to cheat on their girlfriends? Why hot guys always get taken and why I had to sleep with my oldest friend's fiancé. It's bad luck, it's not possible otherwise. I never would have imagined Ella with a man like him. It's everything she hated in high school, it's everything her rich parents hate, they both have absolutely nothing in common! I'm in a parallel universe. No matter how much I think to myself, I can't wake up.

“Miss Lemuel!” I briskly shook my head and ran away from her. Shit! Shit! It was him! It was Sir Greg! He was the man that I kissed on the dance floor! Oh my gosh, Felice! I kissed him! I freaking kissed him like he was my boyfriend! The hell, all I thought I was imagining things, but no! It was really him! I fucking kissed my professor in the middle of the dance floor of a school event! What the hell, Felice?! I was panting when I stopped running. I didn’t even know where I have headed already! Damn it. I leaned on a classroom wall as I tried to calm my breathing. This cannot be! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!