Face Fake 소설 & 이야기

Nor now nor ever. There was no place for emotions in their fake relationship and there should be no blurred lines between...

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

“Front page. ‘Mystery Moreau Revealed.’ Congratulations, Adelaine. You’ve officially broken the internet.” “Tell me something I don’t know.” He took a seat, perfectly composed while I stood there, with my hair wild, still wearing the bathrobe I’d emotionally unravelled in. I couldn’t be bothered. “You haven’t slept,” he observed. “You haven’t smiled.” “I never do.” Of course not. I crossed my arms. “Let’s just get to it.” His brows lifted. “To what?” “The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.”

she retorted, mocking me even as the tension clung to my skin. “If I drew eyebrows on my ass it’d look better than you!” I snapped. “True,” Belinda said without shame as she scanned me head to toe. What kind of lunatic was this? I rubbed my face like I was trying to scrape it off. “Will you shut up?” I snapped. She threatened me and jabbed at every subject. She seemed to have already dismissed the fake-husband thing and that made me even more suspicious.

Emily took a deep breath, “I'm in. I'll accept your proposal. I'll be your fake girlfriend” And with those words—she knew she sealed her fate.

When I was helped to the bathroom, I finally saw my miserable state in the mirror. My whole head was wrapped in bandages, especially my face and throat with large areas of bruising. My left hand was in a cast, and my entire face was swollen and haggard. "Your photo on the ID card is so beautiful. After you recover well, you'll definitely be beautiful again," Mrs. Smith said, thinking I was worried about being disfigured. But having experienced near-death, I only felt grateful for surviving.

The class continued as it should, even though she came to campus with a battered face. In the first class, Shanon managed to hide her face well behind a mask. Her friends were quite satisfied with her answer that she had a cold. She was safe for the first two hours without Sarah's annoying questions because Sarah wasn't enrolled in a macroeconomics class. But in Financial Econometrics class, she couldn't avoid Sarah at all because Sarah was even waiting for her in class with an angry face.

I can already see it in my head, “Jealous Best Friend Almost Jeopardizes Engagement.” This feels sadly like high school all over again. I look at my reflection in the mirror and nearly jump, my face a mess of mascara streaks and redness from crying I didn’t even realize I was still doing properly. I wash it off and breathe out slowly, forcing myself not to think about tomorrow. No more thinking about tomorrow. When I step back out, I am pretending I am okay. Kade is sitting on the edge of the bed now, elbows resting on his knees, head lifting the moment I appear. His eyes move over me slowly and pause on my legs, and I immediately want to cover up but there is nothing available.

Yes…a façade is fake , but if used often the person may believe and attract those qualities. My façade is obvious – I am pretending that I have the qualities of a strong women. I pretend that I have confidence flowing from butt – is it harming anyone? No. It gives me hope…when I look at myself in the gym’s mirror , I do not see that little girl who has countless scars – I see a strong warrior who can take on anything in life and keep moving forward. I see someone who is trying so hard to change her life , that she puts on this mask to teach herself to be strong.