The Fake Out Book Novels & Stories

I smiled flashing some documents at his face. he grabbed it from me and read through them. "These are property papers. you forged them?"he said glancing at me "where did you get them.?" "See. even you couldn't tell the difference. they're fake documents." I said with a straight face. "What! but what if she finds out?" "I'll exchange them so she'll always think she has them with her" I paused "and then I'll destroy the real papers. I don't really care if she finds out because she still won't know who took them"

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

Instead, his frustration lingered in the heavy silences, in the way his jaw clenched when my phone rang, in the way his eyes flickered with something deeper every time I looked at him. Each time Nate called, it felt like my fake death was disentangling. I had confirmed that I was till alive. There was no going back now—no pretending that the woman he saw months ago was just someone who looked like me. No. He knew. And so did I. In an attempt to shield me, Sebastian bought me a brand-new phone, one of the latest models, and swapped out my SIM card. He meticulously transferred all my contacts, all except Nathaniel’s. I wanted to laugh, almost bitterly, because no matter how many times I erased

“Better.” His uncertain tone conveyed a different answer. I raised a curious eyebrow. Sighing, he pulled out a notepad I’d seen him scribbling on. “I’ve finally found a few books that mention the fake mate bond, and specifically our version of it. The problem is that when they do mention a way to undo it, which most don’t, they all have a different solution.”

“What do you have in mind?” He gives me a crooked smile back. “How about sending some fake info about a ‘new’ liquor which doesn’t have the bitter taste of alcohol and has even stronger effects on werewolves? Downing one glass, and the werewolf is knocked on his/her butt. What do you think?” A new secret liquor. Very interesting. I like it. I nod my head. “That sounds good. How are you going to ‘leak’ it to the rogue pack?”

"Wai--" I pull away from him, and run up to my room. I'm done, officially done with this shit. I'm done with fake boyfriends, fake friends, fake bestfriends--who knew you could have fake bestfriends. I feel like my life is a lie. Not only the relationships, but the politics, too. And there's only one person I know I can trust. As much as I want to cut that bitch off like a weed, she has something over me: that fucking book. What's keeping her from exposing me? She's got her date. Not like there's a years-long friendship holding her back.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

I’m not used to him staring at me with full interest. “Don’t worry, I’ll be safe. As long as I don’t have the book. A friend of mine helped me make them believe the book is damaged. He helped me a lot. We made a fake copy with only three original chapters, and somehow, we made sure they knew it got burnt. So don’t worry, okay?” He looked serious, just as I thought he would calm down and let it slide… “He?” “Of course…” I was totally confused as to why he pointed it out. “He’s my childhood friend. You’ll still know him. He’s a very good guy.”

“Excuse me?” “Fake dating,” he said, as casually as if he were ordering coffee. “It’s simple. You act like my girlfriend; I act like your boyfriend. People leave us alone. Predators—human and otherwise—stay away. You get protection, I get… well, it’s complicated. But mostly, we both stay alive.” Alina stared at him, trying to process the words. Fake dating? With him? The brooding, dangerous, irresistible Rhett Blackwood? “You’re insane,” she said finally.

“You look upset. Is everything okay? I can only imagine how exhausting it must be—constantly being the underdog." I could barely rein in my hostility. “What is it to you, Claire?” “Well, I just happened to hear something interesting.” She furrowed her brows, feigning deep thought as she sauntered closer. “Something about a fake wife. Is that what you are to Leon? A dirty, cheap, hollow, pathetic lie he’s hiding away?” Her words slapped me like an ice brick. Shock, disbelief, and anger swirling together in a storm I couldn't control. For a moment, I was frozen, then I bit out. "You..."