Let's Play Pretend Novels & Stories

A pause. “That already sounds like trouble.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “He thinks we should pretend to date.” Silence. Not immediate. Not sharp. Just… space. Then, slowly, “Pretend.” “Yes.” “As in… a fake relationship.” “Yes.” “With him.” “Yes.” I waited, staring at the edge of the window, watching a car pass like it mattered. “You’re serious.” “I wish I wasn’t.” Another pause. “Why?” he asked. “Because if our parents think it’s real, they stop interfering,” I said. “They get what they want, and we get left alone.”

I smile, “sorry, we definitely got carried away” “So what do you need me to?” I ask. “I want us to act, something filled with a lot of drama” she explains, “okay” I nod, waiting for her to continue speaking. “We can pretend to have a little argument at the table, you pretend to push me then I pretend to have broken something then when he comes to me I show him the pregnancy test” I smile, “wow, that’s a lot, you know you can just outrightly tell him” I say. She shrugs, “I know but I also want to have fun” she smiles.

The Lion King. “Alright, let’s go.” We head to the nursery to put Aiden to bed. When we return to our room we find all the pillows on the ground along with several blankets, bowls of popcorn and a variety of candy. Maliyah is pretending to lose a their pillow fight game while Accalia is dominating over her brother. It’s actually funny to watch. “Alright, who’s ready to watch the movie!”

"Come here, baby. We're going to play a game." Tom appeared with his stuffed penguin clutched in his arms, his eyes wide with excitement. "What kind of game?" "A hiding game," I said, kneeling down to his level. "These nice men are going to help us sneak out without anyone seeing us. Can you be very quiet and do exactly what Mommy says?" "Like ninjas?" Tom whispered, clearly thrilled by the idea. "Exactly like ninjas," I agreed. Marcus smiled slightly. "Smart kid. If you're ready, Ms. Hart, we need to move now."

As we round the corner of the packhouse building, I see the cause of laughter. My mate is playing with the children. I stand and watch as she’s pretending to be a zombie and chasing them, and as they squeal in delight when she catches them and pretends to eat them. A little girl gives her a flower and Eve spins her around in the air, while their parents watch with smiles on their faces. “I wish we had a real swing, Luna,” the little girl says wistfully.

Rita became excited instantly when she heard Wisdom's idea. How do we play it? "Do as I say, okay? Just follow my way. " "Wisdom looked at Rita as he was slightly worried, but time was running out. " "However, Rita said happily, ""Okay! I promise I will be a good girl!""" "Wisdom stared at Rita who was in such a high spirit, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. He no longer cared if this was the right thing to do." "Just pretend that you have a stomachache. Once I open the door, clasp my hand and never let go, okay? "

“Come on, let’s go see how the kitchen looks.” As we walked to the kitchen, I glanced back at the room. Six months. Six months to play pretend. Six months to save the only person who ever mattered.

Belle instructed. This caused a moment of awkward silence between us. “Come on!” Belle laughed. “Hold hands.” I felt Liam’s hand clasp around mine, warm and strong. He gave it a little squeeze, which sent shivers down my spine. “We’ll figure something out,” he said, referring to my need to find Johnson while still making sure the kids were looked after. I nodded. “Let’s have a parade,” Belle squealed with delight. So we spend the rest of the afternoon playing pretend with Belle as Princess Mommy and Prince Uncle Liam.

The house felt alive again as Lily’s laughter echoed through the rooms. It was the evening of her first day of school, and her excitement still hadn’t worn off. She sat cross-legged on the living room floor, her sparkly backpack beside her, retelling every moment of her day for the third time. “And then Ella said, ‘Let’s play dragons,’ and I said, ‘I love dragons!’ So we pretended the playground was our castle,” Lily said, grinning wide. Emma sat on the couch, listening with a warm smile. “It sounds like you and Ella are going to be great friends.”

Her eyes on my lips never broke contact. "Yes. A game. Let's pretend." She leaned forward again, past my lips to my ear. "Let's pretend that tonight, you and I didn't get attacked. Since you so firmly want to believe it is, let's pretend all of this isn't your fault. Let's pretend my past isn't what it is." "Oh? And how, where is this game taking us?" "Tonight let's pretend we can forget. Like we're not actually in hell." Her eyes flickered to the blood-stained clothes and the box. "And tomorrow we're going to make them pay. Whoever they are."