Used While I Pretend To Sleep Novels & Stories

This was what she told herself. She was almost convinced by it. --- Mason Reed was not sleeping well either, though he would not have said this to anyone, including Noah, who would have used the information carefully and kindly and in a way that ultimately made Mason talk about something he was not ready to talk about. He was lying on his bed on Tuesday night staring at the ceiling with the particular restless energy of someone whose body was tired and whose mind had decided this was irrelevant, and he was thinking about the gym.

I don't want to live like that. I finally heard the door opening and I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I wanted them to believe that they knocked me out for so long, but I knew Travis isn't stupid enough not to realize that I might have been awake. So I decided to make it seem more real. Enough for him to know that I was still asleep. After all, this wasn't the first time I was pretending to be asleep whenever Travis came home. Because I've lived like this all these years.

Pulling a string, I acted like I was sleeping and then I let out small snores to make it more realistic and convincing. "Hey," he said. I didn't bother to answer or broke my acting skills. Dear Lord, please make him sleep again. "You know that it pissed me off whenever I talk to someone and they don't respond," Lord Damon said. "I totally hate it when they pretend that they are sleeping when in fact, they are not," my lips twitched as my body trembled in fear. "Perhaps they want to remain sleeping till eternity," I heard Lord Damon cracking his knuckles. "W-Where a-am I-I," I faked a yawn as I opened my eyes again.

He doesn’t want to lose after all. “Sleeping already?” Wasn’t it obvious? I cuddled myself under the comforter and pretended to be asleep. It was unfair, wasn’t it? As minutes ticked on, I fell asleep for real. @SenaSen

My shirt had gone up while I was sleeping and his hand was on my bare skin. Thankfully I was under the duvet cause I was just wearing the shirt and panties. I had taken off my short sometime at night when it got uncomfortable. Slowly, I turn around careful not to wake him, and my body was facing his. His grip on my waist tightened and I lay still, shutting my eyes and pretending to be asleep. Please don't wake up, please don't wake up. I pleaded silently. When he doesn't wake up, I open my eyes to watch him.

"Hello, so Ellie you have been alive all these while and we have been knocking, calling on you to come open the door, yet you don't do anything?" "He-llo-oo." I respond in a broken, sleepy tone. "He-lloooo." I repeat it again, then begin to sleep talk bringing in things that don't have to do with the call. Being that I'm so good at pretense, it looks so real. Before Peter could say something else, I had already left the call, leaving the timer to run without me saying anything. If I had off it immediately, they would know it's fake, I was only pretending. I know that if Peter continues to talk, with time he doesn't hear any reply, he would get angry, stop and end the call. Then next time any

There was a constant mayhem inside his mind, making him feel restless. He close his eyes and pretended to be asleep so that Alex could go back to sleep. He wanted her to go back to sleep because the morning was fast approaching and she had the training to do. After some fifteen minutes of acting, the sound of her harsh breathing softened and they took a peek at her sleeping figure.

The light is low, casting a sensual glow about the room. “What exactly are we doing here?” She asked. “Our relationship is not even real and you want us to stay here!” She added “Relax! At dinner last night I saw your eyes! Was that acting or real?” He asked. “Is all acting please, we signed a contract and we need to focus on it.” she snapped. “ let’s pretend we are still acting,” “relax act your script, we didn’t exclude a hotel act. We can act anywhere.” He replied.

It was only in the case of an emergency that they would act differently. Just like how I had predicted, it was really him and I pretended to be asleep stretching out on the bed until he came taking off his shoes and clothes very quietly. A part of me wanted to believe that he was doing this out of the pure condition that he didn't want to interrupt my sleep but I felt like he also didn't want to have to talk to me if I woke up.

His muscles tensed as he made his steps towards the lampshade while still holding me. He did what i wanted. I felt light when he gently put me on the bed not until his warm hands were released from my skin and i realized i couldn't get his accidental touches again. It eventually saddened me. However, i can fake my sleep this time and do some sleep talking for me to ask him to carry me again, in a way that he won't suspect that i'm just pretending. Wait, what am i thinking? Is this the side effect of drinking too much Cosmo? Jeez.