Pretend Lovers Novels & Stories

He is asking for something I could never do, even if I will never return to Ethan. “I’m sorry for not recognizing your feelings, for thinking you just saw me as a friend. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Liam. But what you are asking for, its… it’s just” “Its just nothing, Harper. It’s what we have pretended to do all this while. All this week’s we have been together, we have acted as lovers in public and everywhere. All I’m asking is that we make it real and just let everyone know that we are in love with each other.

Lu said louder, unable to look away. “They only say that so more people will watch.” Lola yelled back as she turned on the tap filling up her water glass. “It’s all pretend. Fae take more than one lover?” Lola called out. She felt her cheeks darken at the thought of that. She’d the feeling from Bodach and Puca earlier that they didn’t mind sharing. From the way that Merrow and Puca interacted that they had been intimate as well. Who was she to judge? “Aye, some of do. Trash tv?” Lola heard Puca mumble as she turned the water and took a sip of her water. She turned, heading back towards the living room, to see Bodach had joined the others as they all sat leaning forward.

“And more to come.” In their bedroom, they climbed into bed, bodies fitting together as naturally as breathing. Brielle traced lazy circles on his chest. “Do you think we’ll ever stop being surprised by this life?” she asked. He kissed her forehead. “I hope not.” She closed her eyes, contentment washing over her. Enemies. Lovers. Partners. Parents. Home. As sleep pulled her under, Brielle knew—with a certainty as solid as the man holding her—that some love stories didn’t end.

he read aloud, and she swallows the pap down her throat and her eyes becoming apprehensive, but she calmed herself down. "I thought I was going to be your pretend lover." "Girlfriend." He corrected. "Yes, that. Why is there sex stipulated in the contract or are you suggesting we pretend to have sex too?" "We are not pretending to have sex, but we are going to be around each other in the next twelve months. Surely the need for sex might. arise, we are only humans."

My doubts were drowned out by the strange sensation of his kiss. "Pretend that you missed me. Pretend that you want to kiss me so much. Pretend that you truly love me. Hug me. They're secretly looking at us through the window," he whispered gently, biting my lower lip. "W-what?" I asked, chasing my breath when our lips parted. "They're looking at us from the window. They're still skeptical. Let's convince them that we're very much in love with each other. Now hug me, feel me, and kiss me, wifey." He seemed to be pleading.

I pretended like I understood and made up my own story about an engagement gone awry. As he stood there in front of me, clutching my hands in his own, I couldn't help but wonder for the very first time, if he would love me the same if he knew who I really was, or if he only loved the girl I pretended to be. As he slid that beautiful white gold band on my finger, I knew that he only loved me because I created this image of me specifically for him to fall in love with. I was his dream girl in every way, perfect for him. That was the job. I had to remind myself of that as I repeated after the preacher who was officiating. I said my ‘I do,’ & slid the band on his finger.

" To love is risky, not to love is foolish" ~ Liam pov ~ I'm such a mess. My whole life has been. That's the life of a Prince wanted on the throne. Sometimes I wish I had an older brother. It's not that I care much or I've always obeyed the orders and followed the rules, but leaving like a fugitive in this world doesn't suck at all. I hadn't thought I would find my mate here. Damn.., I never thought someone would ever be able to love me.

“You ever stop pretending you don’t care?” Touché. We stayed like that for a few seconds, staring and pretending not to flinch first. Then he grabbed his bag, breaking the spell. “Goodnight, Ethan.” I watched him head for the door. “You mean, ‘see you in the room, partner.’” He didn’t turn around. “Don’t push it.” When the locker door clicked shut behind him, I lay on the bench, staring at the ceiling fan slicing the air above me. I sighed and reached for my phone again, pretending I had better things to think about.

"Get lost! Gigi's already married to someone else. You are no one to her now!" Malcolm didn't fight back, but the words spilled out. "Arthur, please, don't push me any further. I know I went too far. Gigi sent me a fake marriage certificate, and I understand how she must have felt back then." Arthur's voice was thick with scorn. "A fake? Verify it. You'll know soon enough. Things like that don't get past the marriage records." The blow landed hard, though Malcolm still held on to a thread of hope.

He sighed deeply and touched my face, moving it a little so I could look at him better. "Promise you'll relax about it?" "Promise." I kissed two of my fingers in an oath. He smiled, looking a little tired. Each one returned to their own time and sleep came, we slept... However, sleeplessness appeared, and we didn't want to admit it. We pretended to be crazy when we saw each other awake at some point during the night.