The Fake Girlfriend

The Fake Girlfriend

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#1 in Jonas ! #1 in Jonas Brothers ! #1 in Nick Jonas ! #1 in Joe Jonas ! Although this isn't a Joe ff. Rayne is out of college and an aspiring fashion journalist living with her livid red-headed roommate on the outskirts of New York. When by a chance of fate she meets the publicist of the Jonas Brothers at a grocery store, she is hired as Nick Jonas' new girlfriend- to steer away the rising rumors of cheating among the brothers. But what happens when Rayne starts to get a tiny crush on Nick- with his long guitar fingers, flawless jaw line, and rock star attitude? - In the story Joe is dating a girl named Anna, who might have had a history with Nick. - This story was also inspired by Hired for Styles, my favorite fanfiction on Wattpad.
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She never planned to fall in love with a Jonas Brother. But somehow she found herself in Kevin's arms, living out a quiet love story behind the stage lights. Tour life wasn't easy-especially when Joe never stopped touching her, and Nick never stopped watching. She was Kevin's girlfriend. But slowly, deeply, she was becoming something more to all of them. This is not a cheating story. It's about a quiet girl, her journal, and three boys who loved her in very different ways. A slow, aching kind of love-the kind that doesn't fit in neat little boxes.

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