Fingiendo Amor Novels & Stories

Angela burst into fake tears. “But I am your bride!” She walked down to him and hugged him leaving him more speechless. “Please baby don't go out with another woman..I can't take it, I am jealous”. “Enough of your bad acting,get off of me”. He pulled her out but those tears,they looked so real. What the hell is wrong with her? Is she high or something “I really do love you”. She grabbed his face and kissed him. Antonio was triggered. He grabbed her hard and tight and rushed back into the building.

Juan stood silently, his eyes red, trying to comprehend the reality of the situation. Retreating to her room, Marissa wiped away tears and collapsed onto her bed, emotions overwhelming her. "I am not mad or crazy, what I have been feeling is not a sin but real, a genuine feeling ... True feelings, I love him... I do love him, I am not committing a sin or crazy, I have true feelings for Juan ..." Marissa heard a soft knock, causing her to gasp. Quickly, she turned off the light and curled up on the bed. Closing her eyes, she hugged her pillow, pretending to be asleep.

Amour said and scoffed. "Since I came here, all I've done is work myself up, do everything for you all to see I'm not actually who you think I am but it's still the same, everyone will forever see me as a thief... But him, he doesn't see me as such, he actually sees me as a someone with feelings and doesn't make me do things I don't wanna do" Amour said and hiccupped

She poses with her hands on her hips and exaggeratedly pursed lips. “What is seduction in Japan?” Molly asks. “Girl lay back, pretend to be hazukashii, then make sounds like this,” Yori says before starting to squeak like a hyperventilating hamster on helium. “That is sekushii in Japan.” “Ugh . . .” Katarina groans, and then quickly adds, “No offence.” “No. It’s okay. The pretending is ridiculous." Molly agrees vehemently, “Hell yeah, it is. If you’re pretending, that means you are probably not getting your own Os. Who has got time for that? Do seduction that makes you feel sexy. Who cares what he thinks about it?” Molly is caressing her own curves as she makes her suggestions, completely

I asked, almost losing my self-control while Charles struggled with his response. “I was so foolish to think you would love me. We accidentally had a one-night stand, and we did one too in Hawaii, thinking that's the best way to show you love, and all you could do was dump me. I gave you my body, for crying out loud, and this was what you could repay me with.” I screamed, almost losing my sanity, and my heart was feeling weak, and it hurt. I've gotten so deep and buried in these emotions that I couldn't realize that it was all a facade, deception, and lies. “No, it's not what you think

But i knew it, just as Xeros was an open book to me, i was also an open book to him, he could read me without any difficulty. "It's me," I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper. "I was so scared each time they asked questions, scared that i would fumble and give them the wrong impression, i tried to eat more than i normally would, because i knew that was the one place i would slip up" I took a shaky breath, glancing down at my hands. "All that pushing and pretending, i feel like i pushed myself too far. Like i overdid the role and now they think of me as someone i'm not. I might slip up one day and then they will see the real me." He didn't say anything right away, just reached over

He caressed her cold, lifeless cheek with his hand, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment. "This isn't real. It's all fake. It has to be fake!" As if suddenly struck by a thought, he crawled frantically to my bedside, pulling away the white sheet that covered me. The moment he saw my lifeless face, he broke down completely. I had never seen him cry so desperately. Hunched over, his gaze lingered on Halle's face and mine, disbelief etched in his eyes. "How could this happen?" he murmured. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?!

“They might go to your head.” “Impossible,” he muttered. We stood together in silence, watching the city. And then he did something that made my stomach flip: he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from my face. “Why are you doing this?” I asked softly. “This—what we’re doing—it’s temporary. It’s fake.” He hesitated, thumb lingering near my cheek. “Because it’s easier to pretend when you feel something real.” The words struck me dumb. My chest was tight. My pulse raced. He was inches away, but it was enough to make my mind spin.

"I don't know. But I'd like to find out." His smile is like a sunrise after the longest night. Sometimes the best love stories aren't about pretending to be someone else. They're about finally being brave enough to be yourself.