As she tried to walk away from him in the most of everyone in the hallway, he grabs her wrist, his finger wrapping around it like a vice as he pulled her close to his body. "I don't know if this is real or fake," he said, his piercing blue aquamarine blue eyes peering down at her small lips. "But I think I'm really in love with you." Lily Hales, a driven and ambitious high school student, enlists the help of charismatic outsider, Killian Henderson, to pretend to be her boyfriend. As they navigate the complexities of fake dating, they must confront their own insecurities, rivalries, and budding feelings amidst the drama-filled halls of their high school. But when their ruse is threatened with exposure, they must decide whether to confess their true emotions or risk losing everything they've built together.
Lily trudged through the crowded hallway, her eyes fixed on the floor to avoid the curious glances of her classmates. It was only the second week of senior year, and already the questions had started.
"Hey, Lil, who's your date for the Fall Fling?" her friend Emily asked, nudging her playfully.
Lily shrugged, feeling a familiar knot of anxiety in her stomach. She had no idea who she was going to take to the dance, or if anyone would even ask her despite being the daughter of a wealthy family or maybe was it because of her nerdiness to everyone. Her glittering silky short gown hung below her knees, each stride she took, with elegance and eludes wealth.
That's when she spotted him - Killian, the calm unknown guy who works his ass off to get money for feeding himself and his single mom, facing the counter with a glass cup of plum wine. They had never really talked before, but Lily had heard rumors about his charm and good looks.
On a whim, she approached him. "Hey, Killian? Can I talk to you for a minute?"
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sure thing, Lil. What's up?"
Lily took a deep breath. "I need a favor. I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend for the rest of the school year."
Killian's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of surprise. "What? Why?." Deep down he wanted to scream out of excitement. The hottest wealthy girl in school wants to hire him as a boyfriend? Luck do comes with him.
Lily hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about Killian's warm eyes put her at ease. "I just need someone to make my life easier, okay? And I'll make it worth your while."
Killian's grin returned, and he held out his hand. "Till the end of this year then?"
She looked down at his veiny hands. "Deal?." She shook his hands.
"Deal." He smiled. "I'm Killian Henderson." He introduced.
Lily Hales smiled ear to ear as she shook hands with Killian. The handshake lasted longer than expected until Emily interrupted with a fake cough, and they withdrew their hands.
"What's happening here?" Emily asked, eyeing Killian, who looked nervous and unable to find the right words.
"Emily, you're interrupting a moment with my boyfriend," Lily said, her hands quickly grasping Killian's as she dragged him onto the dance floor.
As they reached the dancefloor, rented by the hip-hop music, Lily asked, "Why aren't you dancing?."
"Because I can't dance to hip-hop Killian admitted.
"What can you dance to?"
"A slow music."
Just then, Lily excused herself and left the dancefloor, leaving her fake boyfriend stand alone. Abruptly, the hip-hop music changed to "Dandelions" by Ruth B.
Killian was surprised. She went to change the music just to fit his taste of dance? How nice. She isn't that bad. He thought.
As his eyes sets on the elegant lady approaching him in a silky gown that hung below her knees, a smile played on his lips.
"You don't have to do that, you know." Amidst his smile, he muttered.
With a smirk, she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her face closer to his and feeling his warm breath wash over her face. "Well, I did."
He chuckled softly. His hands snaked around her slender waist. She locked eyes with his, peering at his bottom lips wanting to feel how it taste on hers. The music fading into a trance like state as both faces grew closer and closer but then, his phone buzzed, stopping his lips inches away from hers. Inches away from having her having her first kiss and everything returned to normal.
"Sorry," he said, pulling his phone out from his black pants. It was his mom boldly written on the caller ID. "It's my mom..." he began.
"No, no. It's fine. Go answer it." She lets out a small air through her nosestrills. A hint of how nervous she was.
He forced a small smile before immediately walking past her. She spun around and watch the dude exit the entrance door.
Emily got everything that was happening on camera and was happy about it. She approached her immediately.
"Hey baby girl, you finally got yourself a boyfriend." Emily squeaked, drawing her out of her thoughtful evaluation. "How did it happen?." she continued. What she saw between them piqued her interest.
"It's a long story." Says Lily. Her divided attention not allowing her digest what it was that Emily was excited about.
"Hey mom," He said almost immediately. He stood outside the lake house. The howling wind washing over him. The dry rustling leaves traveling in the direction of the wind.
Instead of getting a reply, he was pulled to the brink of fear by his mom's cough.
"Mom? Mom? Are you okay?" he rushed all at once but it wasn't just a cough, she was choking.
"I can't... I-i I can't... Can't breath." The phone call hung up immediately and he cursed.
"Shit!"
He dialed her line again but it was unable to connect. Not waisting any second, he left the lake house in search of a taxi that drove him home immediately.
Pulling to a stop, he paid the driver even extra before hurriedly rushing into his apartment.
"Mom?!" Mom?!" he called from outside before he could even get inside. He rushed to her room but didn't find here in there. "Mom?! Where are you?" he broke out In tears when he found her body shaking uncontrollably on the floor.
Rushing down to her, he held her hands. "Stay with me, mom! Stay with me please?" he was yelling in tears as he pulled out his phone and dialed 911.
Phone beeps. "911. State your..." the voice on the speaker began, but he didn't let it finish.
"I need an ambulance now! My mom's dieing!" He half yelled and ended the call immediately, trying to hold his mom's hands and stopping her from shaking.
RIEKA She was a naive, chubby, wolfless werewolf, maltreated by her mate to the point where she loses her sanity and womb, her crime was being chubby and less attractive than her peers. GABRIEL He was a handsome, strong willed womanizer, who happens to a hybrid ALPHA prince, the person he loves the most is his kid brother RALPH. He has searched high and low for a mate he could never find. What will happen when he finds out that his beloved brother's ex wife, happens to be his long awaited mate, who was maltreated and is currently mentally unstable? Will he forgive his brother for hurting his mate? or will blood flow?
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.