Fingiendo Amor Novels & Stories

She wants to make herself believe that it’s alright but she knew that it’s not. "You have to choose, Shane. You may not say it, but I can feel what's wrong. Everything's not falling into place." He cupped her face and caressed it. "You knew who he is, right?" Frenzo nodded. "I pretended not to notice because I want to make myself believe that it’s not real, that you'll come back to me." his voice is low and Shane can feel the pain with every word he said. She can feel the numbness in her knees and before she knew it, her knees have given her up. She sat on the floor and pulled her hair.

Dave said sadly I think something is up and its up to me to bring it down. They better not ruin my plans. No, I won't let them. "Are you telling me the truth" I asked "Yeah, what do you think" he asked "I think that Jeany or whatever they call her likes you" I said arrogantly Gosh, that came out wrong. He stared at me surprised "You have never talked like tat before" he said "I'm just angry" I pretended "There's nothing to angry about, you're mine and am forever yours" he said and crashed his lips on mine

I know how much you love Damon. It's obvious, and I know he hasn't treated you the way you deserve. But sometimes—he hesitated, feeling the weight of his next words—sometimes people don't realize what they have until they think they're about to lose it. Amara's head snapped up, her eyes locking onto his, confused. What are you trying to say, Darius? I'm saying—he paused, his voice growing firmer—we should fake it. She blinked, struggling to understand. Fake what? He held her gaze. We should pretend to be together. Darius said bluntly, his eyes never leaving hers.

Hazel, feigning intense interest, leaned on him, seemingly engrossed in his reading. In truth, her motive was to win his trust. Hazel was well-versed in Italian and proficient in several languages, including reading, writing, and speaking. The claim of not understanding Italian was a deliberate lie, a strategic move to bring her closer to Francisco. Her gaze wandered to his long fingers and strong arms, a calculated move to further embed herself in his world. With a deliberate slowness, Hazel closed her eyes, pretending to succumb to the soothing rhythm of his voice as if drifting into a feigned slumber.

Now the answer stared right at her face. There are other methods befitting a manipulative man like him, but he chose this. Fake dating. "I take it that you remembered," Antonio cut in, then he leaned closer, their lips almost touching. Camila pulled away slightly. "I remember perfectly," she said too quickly. "The part where I play your adoring girlfriend to make her jealous. Clever, Antonio, I'll give you that." Camila smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she glanced at Antonio's ex, then back to him. "You cunning devil. You're using me to spite her, aren't you?"

I needed to guard my heart and my feelings and protect it at all cost. I could not fall in love with Andre DiMarco. "It's nothing," I sniffed, rubbing my eyes and pretending to young. "I'm just feeling emotional. Must be my period coming or something." He looked at me like he could see right through my bullshit. Touching the hem of my t-shirt, he said softly, "raise your hands, tesoro."

“No, I'm pretending dead but it's so hard so I'm just pretending that I'm invisible and I'm a blind invisible man. I don't see anything.” “I wish you're deaf too.” “Sorry, I still have ears.” “Just pretend you don't hear anything.” “Why would I pretend? You're asking me to pretend just like how you guys play you're pretending game?” “Now you should pretend that you are mute too.” “You know I'm—” “Don't wait me to mute you by my bare hands.” “I love you, Dizen.” “No, I am the one who loves you so I want to mute you to put silence in my world.”

Now pretending to be lovers. How bad could a week really be?

And no amount of playful teasing or literary verbal sparring could excuse the undeniable portent of those stirrings beginning to echo primal battle hymns and lusty war drums through every thundering pore and firing synapse. A precursor ionization peeling free of long banked layers now, as if sensing external catalytic forces lacing closer with each forbidden slipstream. One fraught question alone remained - how much willpower could I have to ask him to be my fake boyfriend?