The Fake Out Book Novels & Stories

It was genuine and no matter how small it was still there. “So you’ve read the mistake?” I questioned raising my eyebrows still not accepting that he reads. “Where Grace had faked her pleasure to Logan and it destroyed his ego, inevitably,” he laughed whole-heartedly. It wasn’t like before. Not the evil menacing troublesome laugh that he used that freaked out his victims. “And the rest-“ I began to ask “The risk? The fake dating between Brenna and Jake. Yeah, there’s had the cutest romance; after Garett and Hannah. Always will be number one in my books,” he interrupted.

“Excuses….. excuses….. excuses. I guess that is the only thing you are good at.” “ I am not making an excuse. People are allowed to keep the book for more than a week if they make a special application.” She tried to say in an even tone but it wavered slightly towards the end. “Whatever! I have no time to waste on people like you.” She said airily and stormed out of the door. “What a great way to start the day,” Sia muttered under her breath and checked the register to ensure that all the entries were in order. Then she walked along the shelves, running her hand over the books. She halted when she reached the ‘Fantasy’ section and pulled out a book titled, ‘Survival’.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

“You feel safe with him. The barrier of not knowing who you really are keeps you safe and also you don’t have to worry about what’s going to leak to the press...” I nod “I don’t even know why but I feel safe with him. It’s like when I talk to Craig, I feel alive, that hollow feeling eating at me is gone and for a little while I still feel like Raeleigh and not Rae Hartley, I don’t have to fake a smile or pretend to be okay. I don’t even know why. It’s like when I’m talking to him, the hollow feeling fades for a while. It’s like I’m… still real to someone.”

“Look at you, princess. Didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I forced a smile, smoothing my black mini dress down my thighs. “Yeah, well. Gotta commit to the act, right?” Rowan was next, tossing a red solo cup to me. “Fake girlfriend duties, huh? Drink up. You look like you need it.” I caught the cup but didn’t drink. My fingers shook too much to even bring it to my lips. Casper just watched from across the room, eyes narrowed like he was studying me for some pop quiz. Emrys offered me a soft nod, his curls bouncing slightly when he turned.

"How? Are you cutting things off with him, or are you just saying that to keep me calm until this blows over and things go right back to how they were? Kayla, where does he actually stand with you? Where do I stand?" I caught a shadow shifting in the doorway and kept going. "As long as you cooperate, I can balance things between you and Yuvan." "Balance things? The way you balanced things by faking PTSD so you could save yourself for him? Or were you already planning to swap things around later, pass off Yuvan's child as mine? Kayla, if you're going to ask something of me, you need to hold yourself to the same standard first." She stared at me, clearly caught off guard that I knew the PTSD h

Make the whole school believe the captain had finally picked someone worth keeping. And every second I’d remind myself: this is fake. This has to stay fake. Because if the real feelings I’d never fully killed off started leaking through… I closed my eyes, forehead dropping to the steering wheel. This was already more complicated than I’d bargained for. And we hadn’t even had our first fake lunch yet.

I whisper. "Of course not. I have so much time on my hand that I had a fake first edition manufactured and smuggled in here." A teary laugh escapes me. "I don't know. That seems like something you would do just to fuck with me." Adrenaline pumps through my vein like nicotine, racing my heartbeat. The book seems real enough. Hardcover. Gilt page fore-edges. The pages are clean and bright, at least from what I can see. This book, if real, is worth more than a hundred thousand dollars.

And if he could find those… He might be able to build a fake leak. A decoy. Drop it before the real one. Rewrite the narrative. Rewrite the clock. Rewrite the game.

“Can you not read the title?” I looked at the cover of the book. But I knew that was not the title for I could see the make-shift cover, hiding it. I did that too. “Yes, but I am asking about the real title.” “You have good eyes.” She took off the make shift cover, and now I could read the real name of the book. It was “One Hundred Ways To Kill A Liar.” And I was lying to her. “It is a forbidden book, so don’t tell.” What she said was more of a command or a warning.