Pretending Artinya

Abandoned by her mother and betrayed by her one and only friend. Iasha is sold to a Demon Lord during an auction. As if the moon goddess didn't approve of her birth, she ran into the the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack who wanted her to be his slave by all means. Avarez Dunek is a two centuries old werewolf and the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack. The devil's reincarnation was the notorious name he was known for across the kingdom. He only had one secret in life but she just had to find out about it before anyone else could. He couldn't let her leave, she would either be a slave for him or die by his hands but it looked like fate had other plans for Iasha and Avarez. Would he be able to kill her like he had promised himself and go to the grave with his secret or could there be many truths to the surficial truth he believed he knew? " I could never bite a lowly slave like you and make my pack disappointed in me," Avarez told her but his gaze was still focused on those luscious lips, he had tried to look away countless times but everything led back to those lips... Iasha snorted and looked at him with contempt "You think I want to be mated to a mask-wearing commoner pretending to be an alpha of a pack,"

“I, Siege Wong, reject you, Celestina Villarama, to be my mate,” he declared with a cold, death glare. His voice had become rough and growled as she stood there blankly staring at him, completely taken aback by his words. Eyes glazed over as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Celestina Villarama yearns for vengeance after being rejected by her mate. Sadness no longer engulfed every part of herself after he threw her away from the pack. She hid every inch of her vulnerability in order to survive the living hell. Siege Wong can sense Celestina’s bloodlust even from afar after rejecting her. He simply didn’t want to marry someone who was wolfless. He believed that she was only pretending to be his mate, so that she’ll inherit the title of being Crimson Moon Pack’s luna. What the two didn’t realize was the existence of the moon goddess, Sarina’s curse upon them; to not sense each other’s wolf, but able to feel the necessity of luscious nights together. How will they find their way back to each other? Will there be a chance for the curse to be invalidated? What challenge awaits these two pure souls who were unfortunate in love?

The game: Mafia. The rules: Lies are required, deceit is essential, betrayal is highly encouraged. Who wins? The remaining one left at the top. Who loses? The one who falls in love first. Eirene Evander's identity had always been kept a secret, her family made sure of that. Since she could remember, she was trained in the art of illusion and deception. But a tragic event led her to run off and enlist in the Marines as Rein. Now that she’s come home, it’s time to see what the mafia’s up to these days. Will pretending to be a man help with her mission for the military? Will she finally find the truth about her father’s death? Or will it lead to her demise just like her predecessor? Delian Leofric is a calculated, mean-spirited brute. Every person he meets would warn others to avoid even just a glimpse of his shadow. But what they don’t know is that he’s more than that. Now that he’s about to become the mob leader, will he turn things around? Or in the end, will he be swallowed up and forced to do their bidding until he’s replaced by another? A vengeful soldier, a puppet mob king, with all the other players from the underground organization and more. These combinations may just bring tragic deaths, unexpected greatness, or maybe a concoction of both.

[Warning: Mature content] "You're not Irina anymore," he whispered, " You're Isabella... my dead sister." When twenty-one-year-old Irina Wilson wakes up in the mansion of Lorenzo De Luca, the ruthless Don of Naples. She's given two choices, go to prison for a murder she didn't commit, or pretend to be his dead sister Isabella. Blackmailed into living a lie, Irina is forced to step into Isabella's world, a world of luxury, danger, and secrets she dosen't understand. But everything changes the moment a little boy calls her Mama. Now trapped between a child who believes she's his mother and a man who dosen't only want her but her body too, Irina begins to question who she really is. When Isabella's husband returns demanding his wife back, the truth she's been running from unravels. What Irina dosen't know is that she is not pretending to be Isabella, she is Isabella. A woman who survived death, lost her memory and fell in love with the man who destroyed her life. As lies crumbles, heart collides and blood debt becomes due, only one truth remains, love can be born even in the hands of the man who killed you.

My mother-in-law is extremely frugal. She reuses paper others have discarded, carefully saving the unmarked portions. She even takes the black waste oil from the kitchen range hood and uses it to cook our meals. She says, "Frugality is a virtue—it brings blessings!" I try tirelessly to convince her otherwise, throwing out all her filthy items to protect my family's health. But while she praises me to my face, behind my back, she uses my baby's food scissors to clip her grimy toenails. My child eventually dies of a lung infection, leaving me heartbroken. My mother-in-law, however, points her finger at me, saying I'm unlucky and that I've brought misfortune to their family. Even my husband blames me. In the end, they use a knitting needle to pierce my throat and stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I first see her picking up dirty paper. The first thing I do is hide all the high-quality tissue paper I had stocked up on before my pregnancy, pretending I knew nothing. She calls these blessings, right? Fine. The blessings of this miserly frugality—she can reap them all herself!

“I can’t believe you just said that!” I burst out, staring at Ethan like he’d sprouted twenty extra heads. “You want me to... to pretend to be your girlfriend? What, like, fake holding hands? Fake kissing? Fake everything?” He didn’t blink as his nonchalant gaze met mine, a hint of a smirk playing on those lips. “Yes, Riley. That’s usually how fake dating works.” All Harper Adams wanted was to get through one evening pretending to be her best friend on a blind date. But when her date turned out to be Ethan Reynolds—her infuriatingly handsome CEO—things quickly spiraled out of control. Now, she’s caught in a whirlwind of fake romance to help him dodge his family’s relentless matchmaking schemes. Between awkward office run-ins and public displays of “affection” at high-society galas, Harper is discovering that fake dating might be a lot harder than she thought—especially when her feelings for Ethan start to feel all too real. With secrets piling up and hilariously disastrous moments at every turn, Harper’s left wondering: can she survive this charade, or will her fake love life blow up in her face?

WARNING ⚠️- This book contains descriptive sex/violent scenes. “Princess, beg me to fuck you or I’ll have no other choice than to cuff your hands and torture you with these sex toys till you are willing to learn how to politely ask for my dick,” Rey Lorde whispered into the ears of his horny driven boss’s daughter. “Point of order, my name is Amelia Voltez,” the words rolled out of her plump lips. “Secondly, I am paying you for the pleasure. If you are not interested, then I will have to find some other guy to… Before she could complete her words, he pushed her to the wall, his hands tightly wrapped around her waist. Bending his head, he whispered into her ears, “you know better than to do that. I will not think twice before chopping off the fingers of whoever dares to touch what belongs to me.” ** Rey Lorde, an underground mafia lord, falls in love with Amelia Voltez but has no way of getting close to her. When he hears that her father needs a bodyguard for her, he immediately jumps on the offer, pretending to be a common man. Ruthlessly, he cuts off the eyes, head, fingers or legs of any man who dares stare at Amelia or be in close proximity to her.

A plane crash tore my husband and his twin brother apart. One survived. One did not. When I rushed to the hospital, I saw my brother-in-law, who had just survived the crash, locked in a passionate kiss with his wife. My husband? He lay lifeless in the morgue. Blinded by grief, I stumbled down the stairs…and lost the child I had spent three years longing for. Three years passed. Just as I was finally learning to breathe without him, I overheard a conversation between his closest friend and my brother-in-law: "How long do you plan to keep pretending to be your brother? Alicia is your legal wife." He adjusted his glasses, voice icy and distant. "I swore to my brother I'd protect Emily for the rest of my life. I am him now. As for Alicia… let her be the debt I carry into my next life." That's when I learned the truth. It was the brother-in-law who died in the crash. My husband, the man I had mourned all those years, had taken on his brother's identity to stay by Emily's side, the unattainable woman he had always secretly loved. So then what about me? The woman clinging to old memories, living in torture for three years. What was I to him?

Okay, this story’s called My Model, and it starts pretty chill. Soo Ah’s just this regular art student, kind of awkward but sweet, and he needs someone to model for his class project. So, out of nowhere, he asks Devin—the quiet, serious guy with black hair, always dressed sharp, who gives off a mafia-ish vibe but still somehow shows up to school every day like it's normal. Soo Ah didn’t expect him to say yes. But Devin just looks at him and goes, “Be your model? Sigh... What a kid. I like you, though.” And boom. Now they’re meeting every other day, Soo Ah sketching with his ears red, and Devin pretending he’s not secretly enjoying the attention. It’s awkward, cute, and honestly? A little flirty. They don’t even realize how close they’re getting until one day, Devin asks, “You seriously want me to keep doing this?” And Soo Ah—nervous, but brave—just says, “Yeah. I like you.” So yeah, it’s a slow-burn, school-life BL. Funny, soft, and a little messy. But it’s about two boys figuring things out through art, teasing, and a whole lot of quiet moments that start to feel like something more.

“Say my name, baby. Tell me who this pus sy belongs to.” “Damian…” she moaned softly as I curled my fingers, hitting her just right. “Louder.” “DAMIAN!” Inside the bathroom, Henry let out a wrecked sob, as if her screaming my name had just carved his heart out all over again. Perfect. I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and licked them clean while she watched over her shoulder, her eyes glazed. Then I dropped to my knees like a man ready to worship his god. Because yes, I would worship this pus sy like it was my god. **** After sacrificing her legs and her freedom to save a stranger, Cindy Hart becomes the crippled wife of a man who only loved her out of guilt. When he brings his ex into their home and throws Cindy aside, she decides she is done being the victim. With her billionaire identity hidden and her brother’s dangerously hot best friend pretending to be her lover, Cindy begins her revenge. But when the lines between fake and real blur with the playboy she once rejected, Cindy finds herself fighting not just for power but for a love she never saw coming.