When Is National Fake Friend Day Mga Nobela at Kwento

In a way that she would overlook my bad reputation. An idea came to my mind, and I took out my laptop and created an account on the school's online chatting platform, Konnectz. I sent her a friend request but under a different profile. I named the account Hudson Cole with a lot of other fake information in the profile. "This is the only way to get to you Stace," I said with a smile. Luckily for me, Stacey accepted the friend request a day later and we started chatting. I pretended to be a Economics student from Crest College who liked pizzas and was looking for a stable relationship.

I figured out staying around fake friends was the worst option one can ever make. I am Alpha Xender, what do you expect???

She quickly sent the contract and details, which she had long prepared to Jane's email. Just then, Laura's phone buzzed. It was a text from Jane. "I spoke to my friend, and he's agreed to be your date for Friday night. His name is Alex, and I'll send you his details shortly." Laura's heart skipped a beat. She had done it. She had found a fake date for her family dinner. Now, all she had to do was hope that Alex could pull off the charade without any hitches.

She spat out. "All your celebrity friends are going to be there aren't they?" "Yup." She answered popping the 'p'. I hated her celebrity friends. And only because they had these fake smiles and laughs and mean girls' attitude. And I would be forced to socialize with them if I attended or I would get labeled as the stuck-up bitch yet again. "What day is it?" "Friday. Two days from now." She replied standing up. "Fix up your face while you're there. You wouldn't want to make the headlines looking like a mean girl."

“Forget it. Why are you asking me?” “It’s because you’re my only option.” I bowed my head in shame. “You are the only friend I have that can help me with this. I know it’s absurd and you would not want to do it and that’s fine. I only thought of taking my chances and that it would not hurt to try.” “Why do you need to fake date anyone? Are you trying to get his attention?” “Exactly that.” “But he – he is into you so you don’t have to go that far?”

“I don’t want to do this. But she’s asking for it. I can’t ignore her request. She’s not well, Celeste. I’d do anything to make her happy, even if it means this.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re asking me to fake date you?” “Exactly. It’s simple. We pretend for her, give her the peace of mind she wants. I’ll compensate you for your time. It’s a contract, nothing more. Public appearances, monthly payments—nothing personal. His tone was blunt, no trace of emotion slipping through. He was treating this like a business deal, and I knew better than to expect anything more. Leo had always kept his emotions hidden, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

“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?”

“I was invited to a party by a friend at school. Can I go?” For a moment, Nikolai’s cold expression cracked with a flicker of surprise. “You made a friend at school already?” I nodded, my chest tightening as I braced myself for what I knew was coming next. If he asked for the friend’s name, I was ready. I had already decided to the fake name for my friend. Something innocent like Wendy. That sounded friendly enough. Because heavens know I would be in a hot mess if he found out that my so-called friend was the Bloodmoon rogue twins.

“When is your birthday?,” He looks at me. “Sorry I just wanted to know more about you since we are fake dating. At least I should know your birthday and you should know mine,” I said, flustered. “March, 23,” he answered, and I smiled. “Mine is…,” “June 10,” “You know my birthday?,” I asked. He smiled and walked to me. “Yes,” “How?,” “You told me…,” I frown, when did I tell him.