Pretend Lovers Novels & Stories

He wanted her to marry her mate as soon as possible, and I dreaded the idea of Isabella having to pretend that some stray wolf was her mate just to please her father. My clan wouldn’t be entirely ecstatic about our relationship either, they would no doubt go as far as banishing me for it if they found out. A vampire/werewolf relationship was not common in our worlds and would indefinitely jeopardise our status. You see, my father is one of three great elders, the elders are the leaders of the entire vampire population and they are the strongest most powerful vampires there are, due to them being the oldest.

And no amount of playful teasing or literary verbal sparring could excuse the undeniable portent of those stirrings beginning to echo primal battle hymns and lusty war drums through every thundering pore and firing synapse. A precursor ionization peeling free of long banked layers now, as if sensing external catalytic forces lacing closer with each forbidden slipstream. One fraught question alone remained - how much willpower could I have to ask him to be my fake boyfriend?

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

"You always said happiness doesn't need to be displayed. Since you never take photos with me, I figured there was no point in keeping it as my wallpaper." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Love is something you carry in your heart. As long as we know, that's what matters." A cold smile curled my lips. "But if you never say it, how can anyone be sure who you love?" My words seemed to catch him off guard. He tilted his head, watching me closely. "Honey, you're talking strangely today," he said. I laughed softly. "It's nothing. You should get going. Don't you have an important meeting today?"

James let go too quickly and Zoey found she was disappointed to have his warmth suddenly gone. "The Lovers Dance is an old Copian tradition, reserved for married couples only. Most couples fumble quite a lot trying to pull it off too, being that it is so complicated and may not be practised until they are wed." "What an interesting tradition," said Zoey. "Hi ma," James said, scratching the back of his head. "I'm not here! Just passing through!" she said, looking away and taking brisk steps. James and Zoey laughed. "We better get back to it. We wouldn't want to fumble," said Zoey, pulling his arms around her.

“In that time, I do all I can to show you we could be good. While we get to know one another. Enjoy one another's company. Have some fun. While, like they intend, you get to know pack. If at the end of that time, either one of us decides we are not a good match, or it was never meant to be then we walk away before the wedding. What do you say?” Lena’s brows furrowed. “Pretend?” She whispered. After that kiss I don’t think I had any intention of pretending, but if that was how I had to convince her… “Well…” I began.

"We could have just ended the night without a kiss because, hell, several pictures were already taken. I had to force myself to eat from the same cup of quiche with you to make it look more believable but you went ahead to kiss me in the parking lot!" "Because we needed to look more convincing, Sekani!" I yelled. Realizing that I was raising my voice, I backed down and cleared my throat. "If they had just seen us eating from the same cup, they would have believed we were just having the time of our lives as good friends. Anyone does that. Friends do that and we are not trying to pass that message to them! We are lovers!" "No, Sean, we are not lovers," She shook her head. "All of this is a co

"Ally Rose was your girlfriend?" Damien visibly winces. "You can say that." "And you just wanted to push her away by declaring we are together? And even saying Willow's yours?" "Yes. Correct." "So that would mean we're pretend lovers? Since everyone thinks we're dating when infact, we're not?" At least he didn't tell them we are married. Damien blinks at me. It takes him a moment to fully grasp what I said. "Pretend lovers?" I narrow my eyes at him. "Aren't you familiar with the trope?" But then I can't imagine Damien curling up on a couch to read a romance novel. Or binge-watch romcoms on N*****x.

‘I won’t stop you. ‘I know, but...’ She wanted more than his acquiescence; she wanted his participation. ‘Can we—can we pretend?’ she asked, her voice quavering slightly with nervousness. ‘Can we pretend, just for tonight, that we’re...that we’re in love?’ She felt his body tense underneath her hand and she hurried to explain. ‘I know we’re not. I don’t want us to be, not for real. I don’t want to love someone like that.’ Abdullah remained ominously silent, so she continued stiltedly, ‘I just want to feel like I do for one night. To forget everything else and just enjoy feelings I can’t afford to have in real life.’ She sounded ridiculous, Amira realized. What was she really asking? For him

"You're just as much a victim of this situation as I am." He remained indifferent, his gaze unwavering. "Whether we like it or not, we're bound by our families' decisions. Let's get through this without unnecessary drama." Chase, with a certain cold practicality, laid down the rules for our unexpected charade. "Heaven, we need to act like normal lovers. We have to fool them into thinking this alliance is thriving. No slip-ups, no drama." I crossed my arms, a skeptical look on my face. "Normal lovers? Chase, do you even know what that looks like? We're not exactly the poster couple for romance."