Pretend You're Mine Novels & Stories

Every argument turned into a battle, a test, a war of wills. One night, he showed up at my house unannounced. My heart raced, half with fear, half with the strange pull I couldn’t deny. “I know what you’re doing,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Trying to make me jealous. Testing me.” I looked him in the eye, my chest tight but my voice steady. “Maybe I am.” His expression darkened. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Don’t forget it.” “I haven’t forgotten,” I said, smiling faintly. “But maybe I’m learning what I deserve.”

That realization makes me want to crumple into a small ball. I'm never going to get over him. "It feels very much like my business," he whispers, dragging his lips over my ear. I shake my head. "Nothing I do is your business." Angry for being toyed with, I turn in his arms and use all my strength to shove at his chest.

I lean my back at the door and my tears rush through my cheeks. Why am I hoping that maybe… Just maybe he will love me? Knowing that Jimin is his one and only. Also, I'm just a pretend. An entertainer for both of them. And if they get bored, they just hurl it away. I heave a deep, heavy sigh while tugging my hair in frustration. "I should probably finish this mission and leave this place… Far from them." I say to myself. I stroll closer to the bed and toss myself. My eyes gaze at the ceiling. "I'm a mess."

"Since you can not get a mate, we found a fake mate for you and you have no choice but to accept" " A... A fake mate?!"

“Why won’t you mark me?” He sighs. “From now on, I want you to act as my mate, you can pretend, I don’t care, you just have to make it real, trust me on this.” “Trust you?” My voice bounced across the whole room. How could he be like this? He wants me to pretend. I am his mate, not his pretend mate.

This couldn't be real. “You are Mr Eldorado and you want me to pretend to your fiance?” I repeated. I know I sound dimwitted, I just can't help myself. “Yes” he said simply. “But I am way out of your league! Why would you want someone like me?” I blurted.

The idea of another lady spending the night with Ethan crossed my thoughts, and I heard a growl. I searched my mind for a suitable method to approach the matter that wouldn't come across as needy while sucking my lower lip between my teeth. When I begged him in this exact location a few days ago, I believe I crossed the line and asked him to be my pretend lover. What if he rejects me? He may or may not agree to participate in this madness, and he has nothing to lose if he decides to back out while I am putting everything on the line. Although I haven't given it much thought up until now, it is absolutely accurate. Ethan may leave the situation at any time, leaving me to manage the tumultuous

If people believed we were solid, maybe I could convince myself the cracks weren’t showing. That’s why I was walking through the office building now, a takeout bag in hand. She had a meeting with some of the workers, and I’d made sure to time it right. Lunch delivery from the caring husband. Princess. The word felt strange on my tongue, but it fit the persona. I pushed open the door to the conference room without knocking, putting on the easy smile I’d practiced. “Princess,” I said, voice warm and light. “Got you something. Figured you’d be starving in here.”

But his arms were like steel when he held her. "Don't forget that you are my wife on this planet," he said firmly. "If you can't accept the truth, pretend you're mine. It makes it easy when it is programmed in your head that you are no longer available to anyone. I hope I made that pretty clear, Mrs. Izabella Georgiou." "What about when you find her and go back to your planet? Will I still be your wife?" Aleksander was stunned for a moment," Oh, shut up! I feel confused because of your irrelevant queries. I know that I don't want you to mess with anyone."

I deliberated for an answer, then sighed, "It's hard." "I hated you, you know." He said, changing the topic. I snorted at that, "So obvious. Wow. That's flattering really." "You acted all innocent and shy and pure but really, they don't know the true you. With Aunt Maggie, Luke, with everyone. But all along..." He trailed off. Beaming, I said proudly, "What can I say? I'm a pretender. So much so that I have a master's degree major in pretending. I'm the master of all pretenders in the world."