The Fake Out Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Why are you calling him Mr. Caleb? You should call him your precious son.” As he joked, he kept watching my face, waiting for my reaction. I didn’t say anything. But our classmates crowded around us, gasping and shouting. Phone cameras were already raised, their lenses flashing under the lights. “Oh my God, Caleb Moore, isn’t that your family’s housekeeper, Mrs. Zimmer?” “The real heir and the fake heir have been right next to us this whole time?” “Hurry, record this!” Countless looks of disgust landed on me. It was as if I really were the fake heir from some drama, the one who had stolen someone else’s place and used his parents’ love to get away with anything.

“Us. Together. Holding hands at some market, me laughing at your dumb jokes, you kissing my cheek at a banquet. Whatever makes us look stupidly in love. People eat that crap up. They’ll forget the rumors in a week.” He stared at me for a long second. Then I laughed. Real laugh, head back. “You want to fake date me. Publicly.” “Exactly.” He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “You know what happens when people pretend something long enough?” I crossed my arms. “What?” “They start believing it. And then they become it.” My stomach flipped but I kept my face blank. “Not gonna happen.” He smirked. “Wanna bet?” I lifted my chin. “Name your terms.”

“Kill me now. I’m surrounded by people who think 'spontaneity' is choosing a different brand of sparkling water. I need you.” I waited, the blue bubble of my own text staring back at me. A second later, the dots appeared. “Lila:Are you wearing the blazer? Please tell me you’re wearing the blazer. I’m currently covered in charcoal and eating cold pizza. Want me to send a distraction? I could call in a fake fire drill.” A small, genuine smile cracked my mask. I started typing back, my thumbs moving fast, desperate to hold onto the "unpredictable" energy she radiated even through a screen.

He isn’t pretending to be someone he’s not. It’s disarming.

I look at her with my hands folded on the table in front of me. “Okay, so remember when we went out last Friday, and Reid tagged along?” I ask, and she stops chewing at the mention of Reid's name. “Yeeees?” She answers, putting down her chip and eyeing me. “He overheard us talking about my book and finding me someone to share a romance with and blah blah blah, and he proposed we enter into a fake relationship-” “WHAT?!” She exclaims before I can finish, almost dropping the fork she was holding.

But his smile was completely fake. Emily looked at me like 'what the heck?' "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Tyler and I are going to try and become fake friends now." I said. "My life is so crazy." How could I forget to tell Emily something as crazy as that? "Can't argue with you there." Emily shrugged and we both looked back at Tyler who was now standing by us with Courtney by his side.

I sighed and leaned back and heard something click behind me. Quickly sitting upright, I turned to see what had made the sound and realized that the fake pillow had moved! Another click echoed through the room and this time a compartment opened in the armrest of the enormous cement throne. I took a peek and inside there was a book. An ancient book by the looks of things. I looked at Freya with wide eyes and then looked at the book again.

I looked at her parent's faces and they looked swollen from tears. The atmosphere felt ominous and I didn't know what made them look sad and shattered. "What is going on? If this is a prank please stop it." I begged and chuckled hoping it would bring a smile to their faces and it would all get settled but the reverse was the case. Then Mr. and Mrs. Peters stepped aside from the door and motioned for me to walk out. I saw a white wood from afar, and a smile formed on my face since I figured out their prank. They wanted to surprise me for my birthday, or so I thought.

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

She felt like a stranger, even though she knew she wasn't supposed to feel that way she just couldn't help it. "How did you find the books?" Nimue asked, turning her head to where Clara was seated. "Very interesting," Clara smiled at her. "Good, it'll be bad if you lose interest very quickly. Said Nimue." Since you find it very interesting, how about I arrange for more interesting books for you, tomorrow" she added. "Yay, I can't wait," Clara faked a smile at her. Watching Clara fake her enthusiasm for books brought a frown to Nimue's face" You can't fool me, Shayne." Nimue said.