Crafted Synonym Novels & Stories

“Who prepared the medicine? Who confirmed my pregnancy? Who is helping me fake my pregnancy symptoms?" "You don't want this? Then let's stop this," she challenged. She leaned close enough that only I could hear her. “If you stop helping me, I'll tell them your secret." My hands trembled. “They won’t remember that you were threatened.” Her smile widened. “They’ll remember that the Pack Physician lied about my pregnancy… prescribed the medicines… and helped me fake a damaged mating mark.” “So tell me, Ania…” She leaned back. “Who do you think they’ll believe?”

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Synthetic as well as natural on either side of the sofa, coffee table and beside the full-length windows. At one corner there was a fire work to keep the place warm. At one side there was an open kitchen and she could say, it was way bigger than her entire place. Everything was just screaming one thing. Luxury... Her thoughts got interrupted when Caroline spoke up, "Come dear." as she led them to the backyard of their place. There was no arrangement or something for the engagement programme and Eden was more than just happy with it. After all it was a fake engagement and wasn’t supposed to meet the usual destination of a wedding.

Tierra sighed, carefully sneaking out the room, not wanting to wake the others up. Damien Damien sighed as he turned over, trying to sleep. He felt guilty about what had happened. He looked at his side, watching Lauren as she slept peacefully, the sheets covering her naked body. Damien let out a another sigh. After beating poor Tierra almost to death Lauren dragged him to his room so that he could make it up her. In other words, 'make love to her'. Damien didn't look at it as making love. To him it was just meaningless sex.

The police released an official statement denying all rumors and accusations against me and them for bribery. Riding on the momentum, I then released a ton of evidence online. I wrote that Meryl was an impostor whose son committed marriage fraud to get the wife to look after her illegitimate twins. I then spent some more money to bump it up to the headlines. Paul appeared as well, backing up everything I said and bringing more traffic and attention to my post. After that, I set up a fund to help victims of marriage fraud divorce their partners. With that, my company also made the headline news as well. And because of our newfound popularity, many of our items sold out. We even received huge

said John with enthusiasm, and we all laugh at his antics. “Do you want to hang out later?” Matt asks “Yeah! Let’s have some shabu later! To celebrate our new gang!” John exclaims. “Aahhhmmm… I need to go home early” I politely decline their offer. “Oh, why?” Is there a problem at your house?” Xandee ask me. “No… there was no problem at all… I just need to finish some assignments” I lied to them. “But our professors didn’t give us homework’s for this week” John said.

“Why do I find it hard to believe or sympathize with your words? You sure had no trouble in killing my father. For someone who was running for their life, you sure were able to pull that stunt.” Orien cackled. “That was because I’m clever. I’m better than you.” He walked in circle as Aluxious wheezed on the ground, the poison now taking hold of his heart. He felt the heavy weight suffocating him. His breathing grew shallow. “How does it feel, brother?” Orien taunted. “I specially concocted this for you since the last one didn’t work.” “Peachy,” Aluxious grinned. “Feels like a fucking orgasm.” He rolled his eyes.

She gives me a big push and sends me crashing back onto the narrow cot that also passes for my sofa. She leans down, her broad face inches from mine. Her breath smells so foul that I wince and hold my breath to keep from throwing up the stale bread and soup I ate hours ago. "What is it like, huh?" Sally asks, small eyes narrowed. "What is it like to take what belongs to another woman?" She steps back and spreads her thick arms. She turns begins to address the cell like a politician giving a speech: "This is it, girls!” she declares. “This is why those men up there never take us seriously! It’s women like this whore right here. Seduction. That’s her only tool. Her power sits right between her

What was I supposed to call him? He wasn't a human, but he wasn't entirely a Lycanthrope or a Vampire either. Was there even a politically correct term for him other than mythical creature? I had a feeling he wouldn't have necessarily appreciated being called that, seeing as it would have put him in the same category as unicorns and the Tooth Fairy. He certainly wasn't delicate enough to be marginalized with fairy tales. "Hybrid," he said. "Or, at least, that's what I call it." I nodded.

"Mr. Whatever-You-All-Want-To-Call-Him is working out of town. I was going to call you and ask if maybe I could—" "If you could shack up with Mr. Sex Appeal himself?" "So now we all have code names?” “You’re the one living in a spy movie. I want some of the action.” “Okay, so Mr. Sex Appeal? You’re saying that Cy will be back? That's his code name, right?" I asked with a grin. "Oh, little cousin, that hurts. I was referring to me." "How about I just call you Pat? We can say it's short for Mr. Sex Appeal."