Pretended Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Chelsea was suspicious about her from day 1. "So, what happened on Friday? Your stuff was still here, and you were gone for hours." She asked Ruhi. Ruhi told them what she had already planned on saying. "I threw up in the bathroom and felt terrible. I thought I was pregnant. My husband and I have been trying for a while, so I couldn't wait until evening to test and be disappointed as always." "And?!" Sarah was excited. "Nothing." Ruhi faked sadness. "We are going to move to a smaller apartment now. We may have no kids ever, and living in a two-bedroom condo is costing quite a bit. So I'll be leaving early today as well."

He was speaking to Matteo. Nicola asked, “What is it now?” I stopped in my tracks, clenching my towel as I focused on listening. It was hard to make out what Matteo said. However, Nicola replied coldly, “Weren’t you the one who begged me to pretend to be you? Am I doing a bad job? Or am I doing too good a job?” Matteo raised his voice. “Nicola, you don’t act like me at all. Lina is going to notice.”

Damon turned at the sound, catching me, and I quickly squeezed my eyes shut again, burrowing under the blanket in an effort to trick him. A little while later, as I was enjoying the warmth beneath the covers, Damon leaned close, his breath brushing against my ear. “Pretender, I know you’re awake. You just don’t want to get out of bed,” he whispered before poking his fingers into my ribs, making me yelp. “Remember to bring an umbrella to work. They said on the radio a storm’s on its way,” he added. “I’m not going,” I said with a fake groan, even adding a pitiful cough for effect.

CHAPTER 202 “Then, how do you think I should pretend instead?” Joshua shrugged and retorted. “First all, you’ll need to have strength, but you don’t have it. Otherwise, you need to be good-looking. You don’t have that either. So what do you have to be pretentious? Oh no I should say that you are pretentious no matter what you do!” Ian was impatient as he berated Joshua “therefore you’re in no position to pretend at all!”

As he took a bite of his dinner, he could feel the words forming on his lips, ready to share his feelings about her with Madam Helene and the rest of the dinner guests. However, just as he was about to mention her name, a wave of uncertainty washed over him, and he quickly faked out a smile instead. Curiosity flickered across Madam Helene's face as she noticed the sudden change in Mr. Cruz's demeanor. Concerned, she leaned in and gently asked, "What is wrong, Mr. Cruz?" Her genuine inquiry only heightened his internal struggle, but he maintained his composure and pretended that everything was fine. "Oh, it's nothing," he replied, his voice carefully concealing the emotions that threatened to

Elliot uttered, making Liam pretend to strangle him from behind. "What about me, you maniac? They are my babies, after all," Liam said while playfully holding Elliot's neck. "We wouldn't want the babies to resemble their father," Elliot teased, and Liam pretended to choke him more. "I'm gonna kill you," Liam pretended to choke him even harder. "I'm too hot to die," Elliot playfully pleaded. "Let him be, Liam," Amelia told Liam, making him release Elliot. "Anyway, get ready. We are going shopping for tonight's party," Liam informed Amelia.

The words were nothing but a carefully constructed, filtered, and hashtagged lie, but watching the follower count tick up to 805, 806, and 807 brought a terrifying realization. This wasn't just a lie anymore; it was a full-blown performance, and the curtain had just gone up. Grabbing the same hoodie from last night to use as a new costume, pulling it on, and looking in the mirror revealed someone who didn't look like a boyfriend at all, but rather just a nervous nursing student about to throw up. Act as if you belong, Kyle had said. Taking a deep breath and fixing my glasses was the only thing left to do before walking out the door.

Olivia He remembered. He actually remembered me. I drew in a shaky breath, forcing myself to speak. “Why?” Axel tilted his head slightly. “Why what?” I leaned forward, my voice low but sharp. “Why did you pretend that night? Was that your thing? Playing pretend to get women’s attention?” He arched a brow, looking genuinely confused. “Pretend?” “Yes!” I hissed. “You acted like you were a gigolo! You made me believe you were—”

While I busied myself with a book, Cross pretended to sleep. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled himself up, making me wonder what the issue was. “What if I die on the operating table?” He asked.

‘‘Real is rare, people pretend all the time, they pretend to care, pretend to be good people, but you just don’t pretend, everything about you seems so real,’ he smiled. ‘‘But I pretend to be okay every day,’’ I screamed inwardly. ‘‘I didn’t know that, it’s a very strong observation, you are going to make me start feeling proud and make my head grow bigger,’ I joked. ‘‘What are your hobbies?’’ he asked.