Pretended Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

I stated, trying to act calm, “You could at least pretend to be cooler about it.” “I am cool,” I said, trying to sound more believable, but I clearly couldn’t fool her. “You’re clearly blushing.” “Shut up, I am not,” I refused, but my voice immediately betrayed me, as it turned high-pitched, making her grin. “You so are.” I just shook my head in disbelief, as I turned my attention back to the field before she could say anymore, and there he was. Focused, confident, and completely in his element.

In my first life, my younger sister was adopted by House Ashcroft, Greyhaven’s most powerful pureblood vampire family. She expected wealth, status, and a perfect life. Instead, she received cold adoptive parents and an heir named Lucian who treated her like an intruder. Years later, the Ashcrofts stripped her of their name and inheritance and cast her out with nothing. I went home with the Millers, two cleaners at Night Academy who appeared warm and loving. Despite our poverty, I survived everything that family put me through—and Lucian eventually fell in love with me. Everyone called my life a Cinderella story. My sister believed that ending should have belonged to her. Three days afte

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

“It is the most brutal kind of penance. I am sitting in the freezing cold, watching the two people I care about most in the world, and I am forbidden from speaking to either of them. I am here to prove that the observatory was real. That my regret is real. And that I respect your command.” “What about Amelia?” she challenged, her voice trembling slightly. “You saw him. You saw his face. You saw the eyes you gave him. How can you look at your own son and walk away? Why are you playing this charade of being a stranger? Why the perfect, cold performance in the shop?” I felt the immense weight of the lie pressing down on me, crushing the air from my lungs. I wanted to scream, to grab her, to tel