Pretender Lyrics Novels & Stories

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.

Janet faked a pout and said “You guys sha wan turn me to a scrub” They were still laughing and singing I don’t want no scrub as they walked towards the rented Limo.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Pretending is not enough * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The next line was a direct message to Kai by his Dragon mate who made even the teenage she wolves swoon by his melodious voice as his muscular hands kept strumming against the guitar strings with hell lot coolness and indifference to the outside world other than his mate. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I wanna feel us together So I'm giving in * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I sing out the chorus and the next verse, feeling the notes through each strum and new position of my hands. “It’s been a minute since I saw the signs! Did I need to read between the lines? I’m fighting hard to hear you tell the truth! So do me a favor and drop that vermouth! It’s been a minute since I saw that look in your eye, so won’t you finally drop that disguise? Why can’t you hear me this time?!”

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to waste your money buying me out.” Tears streamed down my face. “Please wait for me. I’m going home right now to get the money to free you. Once you’re free, you can do whatever you want. You don’t have to sing here. You don’t have to deal with customers. Okay? Please.” He sighed again, perhaps because I was crying so miserably. “Alright, stop crying. I promise you. I’ll wait for you to take me home.” I stopped crying and broke into a smile. I hugged him tightly.

The second the words left my mouth, I wanted them back. Daniel opened his eyes. He looked at me for a long moment, still and awake enough to hear exactly what I had done. Then he let his arm fall away and sat up. “If pretending is easier,” he said, voice quiet and even, “then let’s keep it simple. Forget it happened.” He got out of bed before I could answer.

“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

"Hey, guys, let's celebrate James's return and Avon's upcoming proposal. Who's up for some karaoke?" James and Avon exchanged a look, and then they both nodded in unison. "Sweet sensation, yeah!" they chimed in, quoting the iconic lyrics from the Urge song. The three friends laughed and clinked their glasses together, ready to take on the night and make some unforgettable memories. Avon felt a sense of closure wash over him. He knew he still had his ups and downs but he was ready to move forward. He thought about his conversation with his parents and how they had given him their blessings. He thought about James’s return and how they were celebrating together. He smiled to himself feeling a

🎶 Yes I've been thinking Yes I'm pretending That i don't need your love 🎶 PRETENDING- A BOOGIE WITH A HOODIE FT JESSE REYES. I walked out of the restaurant faster than I ever have in my whole life and started marching east, to my way home. I heard the honk of a car but didn't bother turning back. I don't need interruptions right now. Still marching with my tear streaked face I didn't care to look back when the horn was blown again.