Let's Pretend We Don't Exist Novels & Stories

"Yeah. And it's terrifying. Because if my worth isn't tied to fixing things, to being useful, to solving everyone's problems—then who am I?" "You're someone worthy of love just for existing. Not for what you do or provide or solve. Just for being you." "I don't know how to believe that." "Neither do I, honestly. But maybe we can practice believing it together." We spend that morning doing something radical: nothing. No work. No productivity. No fixing or solving or achieving. Just—existing together. We make breakfast slowly. Sit on my couch. Talk about nothing important. Let silence be okay. And it's uncomfortable. We both keep reaching for our phones, for tasks, for anything to fill the spa

I’d be willing to pay. A simple message would replace the one that was deleted. “NO MESSAGE WAS EVER HERE. IT WAS YOUR IMAGINATION. GO BACK TO SLEEP AND STOP TEXTING.”

Why? "This is the first and last time I am telling you three... DON'T. EVER. TOUCH. THEM..." "Then tell your fucking pets, not to come in between us..." Vincent said in the same tone. "Let's go..." Luca said to her. Nicolai scoffed. "Yeah... Try..." "It's all in your head... It's nothing but an illusion. You don't even have to break it, it's not there. They are playing with your mind making emotions their advantage..."

John was at a loss for words. —Well, Mr. John, it was nice to meet you but I have to go because I'm late for work —I went to the door —I would say "I'll be late for the university but I'm not attending for now" but ask your son, he knows more that I. See you, Oliver.” I cupped two fingers to my lips and blew him an imaginary kiss. I turned around, opened the door and walked out of there. I was hot and nervous. My hands were shaking. I could not believe what I had done. He had called out Oliver Price and he had done it in front of his father. From what I heard, that man was very strict, especially with his son. Poor him, but he deserves that and more. If he ruined my life one day, why couldn'

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

How could this man be so confident in twisting my intentions? "Chris, are you seriously this delusional? I've told you—I don't love you anymore." His eyes burned red with frustration. "You're my mate. How could you possibly not love me?" Just then, my phone vibrated with another message from Drake. "I'll come pick you up soon." I quickly replied, "No need. I'll drive myself to the ski resort." The last thing I wanted was for Drake to run into Chris and start another pointless argument.

One day he’d make a lucky girl very happy. The thought of that made me a little sad. As fun as this all was, it was still just pretend. I knew it was ridiculous to feel that way. Afterall, I was pretending too. Nonetheless, I couldn’t seem to stuff my disappointment. I tried my best to push all the negative thoughts away and decided to remain present. There was no use in grieving over something that could never be. “After we have lunch with my friend, I’ll take you home.” Ethan leaned back to place his napkin in his lap.

She pulled away, noticing my reluctance to give her a response. "You didn't return any of my texts, Ariyah, what's wrong?" She scanned her eyes through me. I hated for her to walk away like Jane, without knowing the cause of my silence. I breathed heavily, not knowing what to do. I pulled my phone put and typed aggressively, ignoring her worried face. *I'm sorry but I can no longer talk to you. I have decided to be a mute for the rest of life.* I speed texted her, a little bothered by what she would say.

I was making my way home, rushing to make some dinner for myself. Yeah, this is just a simple routine that I do daily. I know, it's a boring, pointless life. I've been like this since I was ten. Don't ask me why because life is never been too good for me. I even forgot someone important to me, and the promise we made for each other. *BEEP SHHH Inattentive, I suddenly saw a car's light flash through my life while I was running in the crossing lane---

Alec pulls away resting his forehead against mine with his eyes closed as he both try to Cath out breaths. “Tomorrow, I will be announcing our engagement”, He says breaking the silence and I am brought back to reality, to the real life where he is only doing this for money, and where I am only doing this to save my mum and my sister. Or so I try to convince myself. I don’t want to believe that I am doing this because I miss him, because that would be crazy.