Pretend Lovers Novels & Stories

"And I would love to discuss your craft further, if you're interested." "Of course," I reply, my heart fluttering with excitement. "I'd love that." As our conversation continues, I feel a strange sensation. It's as if my heart is melting, my eyes are drawn to his moving lips, and his eyes that hold a world of their own. I'm physically present in the grand hall, surrounded by the chatter of the crowd and the soft music playing in the background. But mentally, I'm somewhere else, lost in a world of imagination.

"What if we pretended to be in a real relationship? Maybe that would help ease Sean's jealousy." Katara looked at him in disbelief. "What do you mean?" "I mean, we could act like we're in love. Maybe if Sean sees us together and sees that we're just friends, he'll realize that his jealousy is unfounded." Katara was hesitant. "I don't know, John. That seems like a lot of lying and deceit." "I know," John said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "But it's just until Sean realizes that his jealousy is misplaced. We don't have to do anything physical or romantic. We'll just act like a couple in public."

She lazily rubbed her eyes and responded with a calm air. "It's hard to believe, I know. But it's true. Lay and I are... getting to know each other." She added casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "But in front of his parents, we're pretending to be a couple. To put it simply, it's like a pretend relationship-sort of a 'contract love' thing-just so his parents stop pressuring him into blind dates." Amber explained in a relaxed tone, but Annie still looked utterly lost. Her brows furrowed as she stared at Amber in confusion.

I am sure you will meet someone who loves and adores you, but I would never in my right mind have sex with you or force myself on you because I am not that into you" I said to her and watched as she closed her eyes and taps on her wheels. She looked as if she was fighting within herself and after some time she let out a sigh. "I have a request to ask" she said after what feels like a billion centuries after. "Yes what is?" I asked "For me to be sure that you don't love me, you will have to pretend to be my lover for the rest of the session" she said with a straight face. "How can I pretend to be your lover? I'm your step brother. I think that counts as an abomination" I said hoping it puts h

“Unless we convince them. Together.” I blinked. “Convince them how?” His gaze was steady, sharp but oddly patient. “We give them a story they can’t deny. We show up together. We look madly in love, convincingly in love.” The word love landed like a punch. “You want me to pretend to be in love with you,” I said flatly. “Not pretend.” His lips curved. “Convince. There’s a difference.” I let out a sharp laugh and stabbed at my steak. “You can’t be serious.”

he whispers, snapping me back from my fantasies. I frowned and shoved him back. "I don't like you near me." Liam gave me a look like he wanted to do more than be close to me. I wish he did, and I wanted too much for him to do things I would regret. "Come on, let's go in a loving couple." "It's only an act, Lily." You don't have to remind me. "Let's go," I inwardly rolled my eyes. Right before I headed to the front door, Liam held me back, linking our arms and, without a saying, leading the way as a fake loving couple who would soon be in a fake marriage that would never happen.

“Is it bad for you to spend just one night with me? You don’t have to leave every time we have sex like I’m some stripper you found on the streets.” His hand picks a loose tendril of my dark hair, tucking it behind my ear. This is the Ryat I fell in love with. The Ryat who is gentle with me and actually sees me more than an object he can use every week. “You are a stripper, Olivia. Are you forgetting that? Are you forgetting you’ve been spreading your legs for me every time I get you on this bed? See you on Tuesday, curvy. I want those legs even wider for me when I see you again.”

OCEANS. Whoever the fuck said pretense was easy had never tried to love a woman their souls didn't crave. Since learning to love and accept the woman I had spent years praying to find was becoming increasingly difficult, I decided to pretend. Fake it until I made it. Maybe if I acted like I wanted her, my body would follow. It still wasn't working. Every fucking hour, round the clock, I only saw her as an obligation rather than an interest. "Babe."

“ What exactly do you have in that manipulative mind of yours?" I exhale deeply, secretly glad he didn't react rashly or get angry with me. Taking a deep breath, I try to collect my thoughts together. “ Well" I begin. “ I-i was just thinking we could- you know- pretend” Demetrius raises a skeptical eyebrow. This time, his tone is mildly laced with a hint of interest. " Pretend?” He echoes. " Pretend for what, exactly?” “ We-we could pretend to be married without any contract marriage" I say, my voice shaking slightly. “ You know...just for appearance's sake. You are a social face and it would be kind of sudden and surprising for the world to see that you are married"

He moved a little, just a slight movement, to refill his wine glass, hers, and clinked both glasses. «Do you want to pretend that we love each other, Carla? Do you want this to look like the truth? Then that's how we'll do it, dear Carla. We'll make it believable».