Pretended Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Eat before I stuff it in your mouth.” Azpen snorted. “She did once. A professional.” Baron took the pastry slowly, eyes narrowed, lips twitching in what might have been a smirk. “And what delight did you bring this time? Poisoned cheese?” “I would never,” Lisa said with mock offense. “It’s that fig cheese you pretended to loathe. Also, candied violets. You used to steal them from my drawer.” Baron glanced at Elowyn. “That was Azpen.”

He lifted out the paddle with metal studs. I said, “I’m a little worried about the pain factor.” “How about this?” He put the toy down. “Let’s try a little scene tonight. I’m going to surprise you with a few ideas but remember that you only have to say the safeword, and I will stop.” “What’s a scene?” “It’s pretend play. Have you ever fantasized about being arrested, for example?” “No!” I hadn’t. My dad was a police officer; there was something incestuous about that scenario.

“I have a very good imagination. I can guess.” “Oh really?” I crossed my arms, playing along. “Go on, then. Guess.” He leaned a shoulder against the door frame. He looked less like a king and more like a regular person for a moment. “Hmm,” he said, pretending to think hard. “Let’s see. There’s… ‘The Man Who Never Smiles.’” I gasped, pretending to be shocked. “That’s a terrible guess! And it’s not true.” “Isn’t it?” He raised one eyebrow. “You know, I hear a lot of that, people would always say that I looked too serious.”

I thought I must have misheard them. But when I saw the doubtful gazes of the students below the podium, I knew I had not misheard. I looked at these obviously malicious reporters and denied loudly, "I did not commit academic fraud! I did not plagiarize other people's papers! If you keep spreading false rumors about me, I'll sue you for defamation!" When I said that, someone among the reporters suddenly snorted. "There's no need to deny it, Ms. Anderson. Your husband has already issued an apology statement on your behalf!"

So I kept hiding in different corners, pretending to be having meetings with potential clients. Actually, I wasn’t pretending, I was having meetings with potential clients, and I managed to get a few deals and business proposals that sounded cool. I could have gone forward to announce my presence to everyone, especially Laura. We could have all had fun while celebrating her. But I chose to stay in one spot, pretending to be too busy. Everyone did the same thing at the party. They each had their own plans, so we all focused on our plans while pretending to be busy. Cameron must have snuck into a room with one of the guests at the party.

It fell directly on the white tiled floor and reflected up on the white coloured ceiling in a way that the entire room gleamed up with the rays of the moon light. "It is very simple, we just have to pretend." Stella chuckled at his answer. What kind of pretension was he asking for. Does it have to do something like being his ex-girlfriend or else! She searched for an answer that could fit hit words in the corner of her head but found none. Her mouth let out a growl when he crawled a bit over on her body as the naughtiness was visible in his eyes, Stella can see he understood her attempt for searching an answer behind his pretend game.

She wondered if he did spy on girls he brought home. She grimaced whilst remembering acting like one of his slútty girlfriends. A blush tinged her cheeks as she realized she had been naked a few minutes ago. "How much did you see?" She crossed her arms in front of her and glared at the camera. "I promised I didn't see anything. Moreover, stop glaring at the camera, it did nothing wrong. " Jason chuckled. "Why should I believe you? You said you weren't a pervert, but now I'm thinking otherwise." Said Ximena, whilst smoothing her dress.

“You’ve been pretending your whole life, Elena. Smiling when you want to scream. Pushing forward when you want to break. This is no different—except this time, you get something back.” The truth in his words cut too close. She hated that part of her considered it. “If I say yes,” she whispered, “this stays pretend. No lines crossed.” Something flickered in his eyes—gone too fast to name. “Strictly pretend.” The air shifted, heavy with finality. Elena’s chest tightened. Somehow, agreeing felt less like opportunity and more like stepping into a performance with no script. She swallowed hard. This has to stay pretend. And yet the weight of his gaze, the ruthless certainty in his eyes, made her

“For someone who doesn’t believe in relationships, you’re very convincing.” His hand stayed at my back. A second longer than before. “I’ve had practice,” he said. “Pretending?” “Yes.” I looked at him then. Not just at what he said. At what he didn’t. And something about that sat wrong. Not loudly. Just enough to notice. And for the first time that night, a thought crossed my mind. If Daniel Rothfield was pretending… Then what exactly was he hiding.