Pretendente Surpresa Mga Nobela at Kwento

He inquired. "My invitation card, do I need one?" Emine with a mischievous glint in her eyes, feigned innocence effortlessly as accusations were hurled her way. Her eyebrows raised, lips forming a subtle smile, she adopted an air of confusion, as if she were completely oblivious to any wrongdoing. Her innocent demeanor contrasted sharply with the mounting evidence against her, yet she maintained her facade, batting her eyelashes and pretending ignorance.

they all dutifully echoed, and then sipped the frothy wine. It was such a good way to end the day… After a long day on her feet, the stress and the almost disaster of the morning, and the unexpected help from a man she was pretending to be engaged to, pretending she didn’t want him anymore. At least, Billie seemed happy with a man whom she suspected would be good for her amazing friend. Someone who would keep her relaxed and stand up to her when she got into one of her controlling moods.

It was a marriage certificate. In the attached photo, Giselle was makeup-free, her face drawn and drained. The man next to her was striking, and the joy in his eyes was impossible to miss. Malcolm shot to his feet, crumpling the page in both hands until it wrinkled. No way! Maybe Giselle had discovered something and was furious that he'd left her alone in that hospital bed. That could be why she got a fake marriage certificate to get back at him. He refused to believe she would marry another man. She was just mad at him—that had to be it.

Slick marble stairs, covered with an expensive Persian rug. "Julia, please, I'm pregnant..." "With MY child!" Her eyes flashed with a mad light. "Maybe... maybe I don't need a surrogate after all!" Her foot shot out. My world tilted. Time stopped. I saw the vicious satisfaction in her eyes as her lips formed two words: "Goodbye, vessel." Then I was falling, tumbling down the stairs. A sharp, ripping pain tore through my belly. I couldn't get air. Then, a warm gush down my legs.

"I wanted to misbehave." When I turned back around, my lungs fought to inhale. Surprise. Uncertainty. Anticipation. Excitement. My mind swirled with emotions as Nox walked from the dressing room, his expression contracting my insides to a painful pitch. In his hands he held a pink case and a coil of satin. He really is going to awaken my vibrator. "It's a good thing you didn't..." he said and after a pause added, "...misbehave." "It is?"

Mom and Eamon stare at her, both lost for words and fascinated with the change that is happening right in front of their eyes. Cloé opens her eyes, noticing the change and gently squeezes Nikki her hands, coaxing her and her beast to us. "Hey beautiful." Cloé murmurs and Nikki her eyes fly open, red burning coals stare back at Cloé and Eamon and mom hold in their breath. Cloé rubs her thumb over Nikki her hand and a deep purr works its way from Nikki her stomach to her throat, earning herself a faint smile from Cloé. "Amirat misr, akhiran naltaqi maratan 'ukhraa." Nikki purrs into Cloé, who stares at her. Hella, we all stare at her, wide eyed and stunned.

Aimee POV After lightening up the candle in the dining room table I look down at myself and I can’t help but feel my face heat up. I am wearing a silk robe with only lingerie underneath. I am surprising Alec today. Today is the anniversary of our first date ever, and I thought that as we are doing so well, we could celebrate and maybe make this relationship actually work, make it real instead of fake. Alec knows my deepest darker secret and I believe he didn’t know I was telling the truth at that time, we were young and he was blind with jealousy and it was his best friend after all.

“What do you say we do.” I spared him a glance, his expression eager and waiting. I fixed my eyes on the wall ahead, mentally going over my plan one time before speaking. “We pretend.” Santino’s face squeezed in confusion. “What?” I faced him. “We pretend,” I repeated. “We make the bastard think that we’re doing as he asked and then we open a surprise attack and waste him and all of the men he brings along. No single one should escape.” The men were sharing hesitant and reserved glances.

he said simply, his fingers under my chin still holding my face against his. "Oh my gosh, Travis! Did you forget what I just said about not overwhelming a girl at once?" "You don't want to accept my offer then?" He asked with concern. Without hesitation and before he could get away from me, I took his face with both hands and replied: "Travis, I think I just figured out how to tell everyone about my fake pregnancy" "How?" He asked, still not following my seemingly random thought. "Simple: Hey guys. So the bad news is that I'm not pregnant, but the good news is that Travis and I are getting married"

If that is it, then it is good news because I will have to conclude this sooner than expected and then go away to somewhere far away where I can start a new life afresh. "What good news?" Xander asks, leaving my side and leaning backwards with folded arms. I can see curiosity written all over his face. "You are not curious about the surprise?" She demands still smiling as if it is a part of her. "I am", he nods intermittently, trying not to look enthusiastic about the good news. "Well", she mutters and claps her hands. From nowhere, two waiters appear. One of them is holding a tray of cake while the other is approaching with a tray of champagne.