The Fake Out Book Novels & Stories

There was nobody else in the room, so I just cleared my throat as I don't want to disturb him but also inform him that I am all ready. He was fully into his laptop on working mode. When he looked up, the irritation on his face was replaced by surprise. But the next second it was gone and he stood up and straightened his clothes and said: "You're ready ??". " Yes..." "oh wait a second..." But suddenly he stopped and extended a box to me. " It's the ring, wear it and don't remove it, as people who are going to be around us soon have microscopic eyes." I took the box from him and put the ring on. Hm... I got one of the most precious rings on my finger, not by love, but by faking. I sighed and f

A very loud round of applause welcomed us as we entered a room. Camera flash but it hurts my eyes though. I never thought… I will be going to engage in this kind of program that Jeoff never told me. Official introducing his fake wife. Yeah Jeoff! FAKE WIFE! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

He said with a wink and smile but I felt something that was hidden beneath the surface called humor. Was he in love with someone? I went near him as I wanted to talk to him. " Ok, but then you must try harder. You must be serious about someone first." " I tried once but it didn't work... Let it be. " He said with a fake smile. " Why do I have a feeling that there is someone somewhere you really like?" " It doesn't matter... " " I think it does..." " Let it be Maurvi... Don't try to get things out of me. Are you a mind reader? "

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

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.

“Then fake date.” “What?” I pause for her to laugh, then snort at her ridiculous idea when I realize she’s serious. “This isn't one of your cliche rom-com novels, Bibah.” She smacks my arm, hard this time. “Shut up.” Her eyes glint with determination as she carries on, explaining. “You only have to fake it until graduation, which is in like… weeks from now. It’ll at least solve half of your problems. Let the school think you’re happy and in love so your reputation doesn’t take another hit, work with him so both of you don’t flunk Mate 101, and then mutually dump each other like the dumb-asses that you are after graduation.”

Grinning, she reached for the pen resting on the table, took a seat, and started to rewrite all the information that should have been in the record book. She selected the most important ones, which Nathan would initially look for, and then, in an attempt to make the other pages look full, she added unnecessary items. “It doesn't have the seal, but he won't think of that and will think he had the main book.” She scoffed and dropped the fake book in the drawer, and then hid the main book in a place that won't be seen—a place only she knows about. ~~~

For a few seconds, I simply stared at it, wondering if I could pretend I hadn't seen the call. With a shaky breath, I answered. "Hello?" "Are you there?" The voice was distorted, making it impossible to tell whether I was speaking to a man or a woman. “Yes.” “You brought the money?” I looked down at the bag hanging from my hand. Every dollar inside it represented hours of pretending, lying, and humiliating myself. I had worked until my body begged for rest. I had even accepted that ridiculous arrangement with Zack because the money was good enough to solve some of my problems.

Aidan said proudly. The collision had been completely fake. In reality, he had thrown a box full of books against the wall and pretended to be injured, knowing Malikha would rush out if she thought he was hurt. The moment Malikha realized she had been tricked, Aidan sprang to his feet and darted straight into her apartment. “Hey!” She barely had time to react before he was already inside. Aidan stood in the middle of the living room wearing the expression of a man who had just won a luxury car in a raffle. Hands planted on his hips, he looked like a Formula One champion standing triumphantly on a podium.

and "calling the police." Before long, the police arrived. The lead officer frowned and asked, "Young man, this money is all fake. Where did you get it?" I stared at him in disbelief, frantically pulling the contract out of my pocket and shoving it toward him. "I didn't know! I earned it! I signed up for a clinical trial!" I shouted in a panic, "This has nothing to do with me!" He scanned the document, his frown deepening with every line. "You've been conned. This company is a front for a criminal syndicate. Did they draw your blood?"