가짜 사랑 Novels & Stories

As if she was lost in herself and the moment caring less about the world or those vulgar hungry eyes ready to ravish her. “Who is she??”, they both mumbled at the same time and looked upon each other. “Dude .. I got an idea”, Garry chirps and continues making Shawn squint his eyes at him. “How about we announce a fake engagement or something? I mean just prove that you are romantically involved with someone else. So, in that way we can get away from those vultures preying over Emma”, he suggests making Shawn deeply think about it.

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.

The one object that had given me a false sense of security… The one thing that helped me to differentiate between what was real and what was fake… The Amethyst ring was glinting back up at me as if to taunt me. It couldn’t be, this was fake. This whole thing was fake. I wasn’t mated to Max. I wasn’t really here… It felt like my entire world came crashing down on top of me. As fake as this was, a small part of me wanted it to be real... I wanted to be happy. I had never felt emotions for anyone, ever in my life, and for the first time, even if it was fake, I was feeling something for someone. I honestly didn’t want to give it up. I contemplated just ignoring it… So what if it was fake? It fel

Me laughing. The caption reads: “When your boss looks at you like that… it’s not fake.” And for the first time since this madness began, I’m not sure it is. Because somewhere between all the fake rehearsals, the umbrellas, and the stupid coffee hearts… I think I might be falling for the man who learned love from K-dramas — and is slowly, awkwardly, trying to write one with me. God. Help. Me.

"You can’t do this to me!" "Of course, I can," Gasin replied, striding out of the room with the beast and the fake royal guard following in tow. As we traversed the hallways, I noticed the room transform into a darker, dimly lit hall. How could I have been so naive? I questioned myself. How did I foolishly believe I'd done something right in my life? I thought Rain wouldn’t have to face death again, but it was all an illusion. Gasin had meticulously observed our behaviors, crafting a fantasy world where Rain despised me, and I blindly believed love could conquer it. How could I have fallen for something so unreal?

It was becoming more and more difficult to remind a part of her that this was all fake. Why was he confusing her like this? Anyone who was watching them now would be fooled to think they were really in love and not strangers who had just met the day before. He was suspiciously so good at acting like they were in love. Even Jonah’s true confessions of love never felt as genuine as this fake one. It made her realize once again how terribly she had been treated in the past, how much she had missed. Maybe being dumped by Jonah wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

replied Hannan. »Guide Me To Your Heart, Mr. Dom!« "Hannan...." Dhea sighed again when she reached her second release tonight, which unfortunately was only because of her vibrator, not because of what Hannan was proud of earlier. That man was even still seen wearing full clothes as before, he didn't take anything off. Dhea glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed in her heart because it had been two hours since she had been tricked by the man who had been her fake boyfriend this afternoon.

I was thankful he did not ask any question; he just let me hug him and cry on his shoulder. Did she really make a mistake coming back to her? . Did cable really lose all feeling for me? Did our love really Fake Love?? Should go back and get married to alexander."

" I shake my head, not willing to accept the truth. I'm mentally preparing myself to eradicate him from life, to build up titanium walls around my heart like I did after my father left. And it's now that I realize I didn't do that with Sterling. I may have moped around for a few days, sure, but there was never a gaping hole the size of a crater dragging down my heart, threatening to make me never care about anything or anyone ever again. Because I didn't love— "I can't go back." My eyes burn, unable to accept the truth. "It was all a lie, even more so than I thought." "And how confident are you?" Hesitating, my mind races to come up with a valid excuse why Harrison Thornton—who knew of our f

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”