Pretense Stories

a certain assassin called Frank who is working at the league...was assigned to go and stop the ELITE... but he failed...

circles around a chronic challenge a schools senior prefect faces

Heroes are mostly loved and villains hated but is there a good side to people we regard as villains ............................................... ........................................................... Because no one is born evil. The devil was once an angel too. 😉

When Koko finally decides to stop pushing upwards, she embraces the new lifestyle of an escort. Her clients were supposed to be 'really old and probably can't get it up' as Kiki described them, but Koko finds herself torn between conflicted feelings for this man who sparked deep want and tenderness in her insides. ********** '𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫...𝐀𝐝𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐭.' ********** For Koko, this new life will either save her and her epileptic sister...or destroy what is left of their lives. One thing is for sure, though...it will change her forever.

#who says people don't shed? There's this wave approaching. 'do you look at trees? they aren't different than us you see. they are metamorphic.just like everything in this continuum. do you think i can be too? ' i blink. she's enclosing herself into a cocoon. blink. she's transforming. blink. she's shedding her previous skin. blink. she's flown away. blink. well? can i be? ........the water retreates.

Prince Seokjin is the eldest of seven princes and the heir apparent to the throne. He just returned from the neighboring kingdom and meets a peasant. Then a fake relationship blooms. Will she truly be the woman of his dreams as he says or will they stay like that till death departs them?

Colette.Was a girl. Who loves prevalence. Who would give anything to be the most popular girl in school. She have got everything. At first. However, 3 friends was all that she needs to make her lose everything. To lose all that she herself had paved relentlessly for the sake of her fame. To lose all that she had painfully gained after all the mountain of lies that leaves her mouth. Yes. It was that easy.

This is a collection of things I just want to share.

A jewel is attractive something to be possessed but if it gets scratched, or becomes rusty... It is dirt -something to be disposed of and that is who she is. ~ She Water gushing into my lungs while my head is forced beneath rising tides... Choking... Drowning... How it feels to be with Mr Chancellor ~ Mr Chancellor Three different people with different contradicting characters one cute submissive and happy, the other bold, dark, ruthless, belittling and angry, the last free, independent, in love and kind to all but what if they were all the same person? Mr Triangle with all three sides on display. ~ Mr Triangle. Poems SHE MR CHANCELLOR MR TRIANGLE

With a shaky breath, I uttered "Let's divorce." Those two words shattered my heart. I tried. I really did. But we were just like housemates, our home, or rather house, was just some place for us to eat and sleep. We slept in separate rooms and our conversations over the past 2 year of marriage can be counted on both hands. I knew going into this marriage that he didn't love me but I did. I loved him. And boy, was I a fool to think that he would love me back some day too. It took me two years to get over him. I refused to look at any magazines with his face in it and turned off the television immediately when he appears on it. He was gone, out of my life and I now have a great and supportive boyfriend, Jared. Jared was everything HE was not - kind, caring, humourous - and most of all, he loved me. But now HE was back, as my client and demanding that we keep the pretense up once more. -------------------- "Jamie, it's been a while." My heart stopped when I heard his voice. The same deep voice that I wished I heard more of throughout the entire marriage but now all I felt was rage. "Get out. I'm not going to work with you!" I struggled to keep the rage out of my voice. "Well, they say you're the best in this industry. And given the situation, I don't really have a choice. It's been 2 years already. Chill out, wifey." Wifey?!? How dare he! My blood boiled. I am a professional but how on earth am I going to survive working with this asshole?

Just a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)

After wanting to leave her old school to make her teenage life more "interesting", Kammy gets the chance to leave the school. She starts her session happily not aware or ready for her obstacles on her way to an "interesting teenage hood"

Colleen Lautner and Terence Stolton thought that it would be very clever not to send their emails, may their feelings be forever hidden.

We have choices everyday, to let our true feelings show or to live with our many facades. When your facade dominates, you are left with many lost opportunities, regrets and what could have been. This is a snapshot of one of those moments

Perfect - that is how everybody sees Dani Kinsley. But behind the success is a sad story, behind the successful woman is a lone girl, and behind those huge walls of a suite is an empty house. Who's 'Perfect' now? [537 in Chicklit] updated 300118 [395 in Chicklit] updated 020218 [375 in Chicklit] updates 040218

ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴷᴺᴼᵂ ᴹᵞ ˢᵀᴼᴿᵞ? "Kenneth." He kept pacing. "...and I met you. You weren't okay and it just broke my heart for some reason. How much can one person take? And I keep feeling this tug towards you, to check up on you but you're so stubborn. I had to pray about it all the time because I felt my heart was deceiving me or something. God knows how confused I was before I accepted that..." He just paused. "That what?" "That I liked you." ❊❊❊❊❊ In my story I'm a child of unfortunate circumstances, born to a reckless father and a housewife mother although the world thinks I have it all. In my story I struggle between loving my parents even though their actions make me angry, I struggle to be the shield for my sister while leaving her alone to pick herself up, I struggle to fit in with my peers even though we we've been friends for years. I can't even hold on to the person who saw me and wanted me. I hide myself behind thousands of questions, anxiety and fear. In my story I'm just another girl raised in Ibadan with nothing to look forward to. Hope is unknowingly what kept me together, hence I started writing letters. What am I hoping for? Who am I hoping on? Why? Why do I write to a person I can't see? How desperate must I be? I hope in a God I used to have around me. Though I don't blame him, I question why he left me, if he's still out there, and if he can still help me. Or maybe he never left me at all. "𝐺𝑜𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠." 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑠 17:27 #1 letterwriting #1 Christianfiction #2 wattpadn

Hey guys, some chapters of this book might be short because this is my first writing on, so I hope you guys love it and don't forget to vote just press the star ⭐ Jane was a decent living girl, her mother died while trying to give birth to her, she ran away from home due to some issues. She meets Mrs Brown who plays the role of a mother to her. She meets a workaholic, who asks her to pretend as his wife and her life becomes complicated. Read this story to see what happens

this is me writing what is inside my head. they're composed of different situations but they have one thing in common its all inside my head.