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!”

The movement looked natural, as if we had known each other for a long time. “She doesn’t need you to teach her anything. Besides, she is right.” Quincy looked at the clothing tag sticking out from the back of Winnie’s dress. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “A fake is still a fake, no matter how real it looks.” The entire ballroom went silent. Winnie’s face turned completely white. She swayed slightly, barely standing. Jace looked like he had been slapped in public. His face turned red with anger and humiliation.

I asked in pretence. “You are so bad at pretending. Drop the act. Are you not the crazy bitch that kicked my dick yesterday?” he quizzed, looking like he would descend on me any moment now. “No, I’m not. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I responded, feigning innocence. “Oh, cut it out. Who are you deceiving?” he said with a scoff as he rolled his eyes. “Fine… I’m the one,” I admitted in defeat. “Ha! I knew it was you,” he exclaimed, a look of triumph on his face.

“What if… and I’m just spitballing here… you pretended to date me?” I blinked at him slowly. I didn't believe at first that he had just said that. After a moment, when it was obvious how serious it was, I said in a strangled voice, “What?” He shrugged. “Pretend. You know, like fake date me. You get your power back. Caleb loses his mind. Everyone else shuts the hell up.” I stared at him like he’d just asked me to join a cult. “You want me to fake date you?”

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.

“But I didn’t know how you take it.” He poured half the container of cream into his coffee and shook in few sugar packets. She looked from the pale brown liquid in his mug to the unadulterated blackness of her own and laughed. “I would make a ‘I like my coffee the way I like my men’ joke, but it would be either inaccurate or just really dirty.” He put his arm up next to her mug, pretending to be injured. He saw the smile on her face and relaxed. “Now,” she said, uncovering the room service plates, “let’s eat some bacon so we’re all fortified for round three and a half.”

Most of the company's contracts were even retracted. My name and photos were used by others to slander me hurtfully. Just as the internet got heated with this discussion, Ivana suddenly appeared teary-faced. She shared a video that declared her real identity. "I'm Summer Lang's best friend. My name is… Summer Lang said she didn't want her husband and son anymore, so she approached me." Ivana paused, her eyes growing even redder. She covered her face while sobbing. "She threatened me with her parents' money and paid me a hundred thousand dollars to seduce her husband! Summer pretended to be blind in order to successfully catch her husband cheating…"