Let's Play Pretend Novels & Stories

I scowled when I realized the gymnasium was almost empty now, leaving only the three of us behind. “Well, well, well,” Mitch said in a mock villain voice while circling me. “Oops. I accidentally stepped on your very, very long hair.” I rolled my eyes as she pretended to lift imaginary strands of hair off the floor. “Your Majesty,” Colleen said with an exaggerated bow, “I am officially surrendering my crown. It belongs to you now.” I pretended to accept the imaginary crown with pride. Honestly, there were no crazier friends in the world than these two idiots.

Peter let out " We are dead." I replied back as we both looked at each other but we were still high on the fun... That it just made us laugh more... We laughed hysterically " Boys, on the bed pretend you are asleep, I'm going to calm them." Grandpa said We nodded at grandpa and quickly lay on the bed, covering us with the blanket from head to toe while Pete hugged me like his life depended on it... Tomorrow's gonna be... Interesting! We heard the noise stopped and all the lights turned off and it's calm again. We got our face out of the blanket and let out a sigh of relief

"Why won't you talk to me about your nightmares? My heart can't take that." His gaze flickered down and then back up. He whispered with pleading eyes, "When we get back home. Promise." He played with my hand, tracing my knuckles ever so gently. "Let's just have nice time together for the weekend like you said, without bringing any of the ugly stuff into it. Please?"

He suddenly put his hands on my cheeks and turned my face to meet his. "Do you wanna pretend with me? Pretend to be in a fake relationship, and let everyone know that we are dating," he suddenly asked.

5 Years Old “Forty-eight...forty-nine...fifty! Ready or not, here I come!” I shout the last part loudly, spinning around and opening my eyes. We're playing hide-and-seek, and today, it’s my turn to be “it.” We always play when our mommies—Mommy, Luna Clara, Auntie Lauren, and Auntie Christine—have their weekly meetings to discuss pack stuff. The grown-ups call it "business," but I just think they like to gossip.

he pretended to get hurt playfully. I felt some sadness as I stared at him. Only now have I seen him like this. Only now did I feel at ease to be with him. Is it really like this every time you become selfish? You know what's wrong and nothing good will come of it in the end but you're still persistent.

He shouts. OHHH so that's how to going to go. I haven't played pretend ever since my mother died. But doing it now with Kieth, it made me feel excited. I get on my knees and pretend to be a maid. "Oh please Alpha! I didn't mean to! Please forgive me!" "NEVER! You shall be punished!" Then he grabs a hand full of mud and throws it...AT MY FACE! I slowly wipe the brown mush off my face and look at a laughing Keith. Oh it's on!

"For now, yes. When we're around his family, you can call him Papa. But Ollie, this is very important—do you understand that this is pretend? That we're playing a kind of game?" "Like when we played house with my old toys?" he asked, referencing the few battered action figures and stuffed animals he'd owned before Ramon's shopping spree. "Exactly like that. We're playing house, but with real people. And just like in any game, there are rules we have to follow to play it right." Ollie leaned against me, his small body warm and trusting. "I like this game better than the quiet game, Mama." The simple statement broke my heart. The fact that my five-year-old brother preferred pretending to belon

And if I didn't find a way to stop this, I would be sold to one monster to trap another. I looked down at Adrian. He looked up at me, his big blue eyes—Lucian's eyes—filled with trust. "I need you to be brave for me, okay?" I whispered, brushing his hair back. "Okay, Mommy." I pressed my lips to his ear. "We are going to play a game," I murmured, so soft the cameras couldn't hear. "It's called 'Don't Let Them See.'" I had one weapon. One piece of glass. And a hurricane of desperation.

I hid one inside my room, placing it underneath the bed foam, secured and hidden. Outside were the Jessy and her friends, playing. “Ate Amina, come over here.” Natalie, 6-year-old neighbor who was just living beside ours, was waving her hand to me. “I brought some toys so we can play them more.” I said. We played family roles and I acted as father and Jessy as mother and Natalie as our daughter and other two friends as children. We imagined cooking and imitating the expressions of our parents. We laughed as hard as we could while inside the big box we assumed to be our house. We played Jackstone, too.