Great Pretender Abby Novels & Stories

She loves this. But it's too late for regrets. It's time for fun. "Do it again," Claire says, stepping back and sitting on the sofa. She picks up her phone, pretending to be bored, but her fingers are trembling with excitement. "Woof." Ethan barks again. Louder. clearer. Claire presses the record button on her voice memo app. "Unexpected," she draws out the word, smirking at him. "I didn't know President Lowe had such a hidden talent."

Lena brightened up seeing Abby. " You've always looked good but... Don't make me ruin my makeup, you dumbass." Abby fanned herself, trying to hold back her tears. Grace rolled her eyes and thought Abby was being too dramatic. " I'm not even walking down the alter and you are already crying." Abby laughed and drank back her tears. "You deserve to have a better spouse than Drake."

“Tryin’ to play us, huh?” “I’m not lying!” Abigail spat, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her voice trembled as she stammered, “It—it was never me! He—he’s been looking for a woman he slept with years ago… a one-night stand. That woman was Annabelle Hamilton, but—” She hesitated, dread pooling in her gut as every pair of eyes bore into her. Her next words came out strangled. “…But I took her place. Britney helped me impersonate her so I could… I could get Richard’s power, his name, his wealth—”

She prepared her ass with the raspberry lube she had borrowed from Jen. Abby called an Uber and headed to the hotel where the auto distributors convention was taking place. The lobby was busy with people coming and going. Abby headed to the bar and ordered a double martini. An attractive man in his mid fifties stepped next to where she was seated. She turned her head. "Hi. I'm Jim. Are you here for the convention?" "Not exactly, just having a drink before I go home. I'm Abby." He smiled and lifted his glass in a toast. She returned the toast and drained the rest of her martini.

I heard Ethan say and I stiffened refusing to look back at him not until he touched me. His hand was on mine which was resting on the chair. “Are you alright, Alexandra?” He whispered, leaning closer. My heart began pounding. “I uh… yes” I managed to stutter, avoiding his gaze. He kept looking at me with such intensity in his eyes and I realized I was looking into the eyes of someone who has spent all his life pretending. The look in his eyes to deceive passersby was something that came easy to him, he didn't need to do much. He was used to pretending but in this case… I didn't appreciate it because I was fooled too by it.

Callista Aubrey Everett lived the perfect life. She owned an upscale apartment right in the business center of the city, where she also happened to work. Her job was something that she was passionate about and not just something she did to pay the bills. Callie also wasn’t terrible-looking - with her dark, blonde hair and blue eyes, she easily stood out, especially when she wasn’t dressed in pantsuits. Yes, she had the life. Unfortunately, at the moment, that involved listening to someone droning on and on about a business proposal in a meeting that should’ve ended half an hour ago. She didn’t understand how people thought that longer meetings meant better results - she could’ve been doing s

Nate My wife likes to play pretend? Well it takes two to tangle. I was dressed down today, a perfectly tailored pant and a t-shirt. I ended the call and stepped into the restaurant where my wife was already sitting. As I drank her coffee yesterday, I realized that this was her life. She was the perfect daughter of the Ashton dynasty, raised to love things she didn’t like, raised to smile at men when she wanted to spit in their faces, pretty sure one of those men was her father.

both unimpressed and overwhelmed by my challenges and luck. Because I became an atheist, God must really despise me. Shaking my head at the awful situation I was currently in, I willed the tears to cease. As soon as the voice's too-loud pitch instructed me to turn around, I went for the keycard. At the other side of the door, I overheard a voice, “I’m Stacy McAdams. Sophia's younger sister.” Oh no.

She made to struggle but Tyler was doing a good job of overpowering her. "Guys..." I sighed, locating the headrest seat to flop down on. "Must you two be at each other’s throat every time?" "He is the asshole who won't be deferent,” Abby whined. Tyler stepped away and I got a glimpse of what he took from her. An Album. "What's that?" "It's an Album," Abby mumbled, her countenance muddled. She flexed her arms. He must have over-exerted her. "It's not even a big deal."

must have been an old boyfriend or something of Paisley’s. Hold on… did she just say get back into my pants? Was Paisley not a virgin?! “It’s going to be so much fun watching the chaos tonight.” Abby smiling mischievously. Something in her tone however made me feel uneasy. Whatever was inside this building, I knew it was not going to be good.