Pretend Synonym Novels & Stories

“You know my point. Don’t pretend not to know what I’m talking about.’ “How will I pretend to know something I don’t know? Unless you know something that I don’t.” I smirked.

One asked, and just like that my worst nightmare played before me, only this time it’s no dream. Thanks for reading please vote comment and share. Until next time 🌺

Elliot uttered, making Liam pretend to strangle him from behind. "What about me, you maniac? They are my babies, after all," Liam said while playfully holding Elliot's neck. "We wouldn't want the babies to resemble their father," Elliot teased, and Liam pretended to choke him more. "I'm gonna kill you," Liam pretended to choke him even harder. "I'm too hot to die," Elliot playfully pleaded. "Let him be, Liam," Amelia told Liam, making him release Elliot. "Anyway, get ready. We are going shopping for tonight's party," Liam informed Amelia.

"Look who's back." The mocking voice belonged to her little sister. Well, not exactly a sister by blood, but a sister by sect. In the world of immortals, everyone went by the code. One must never trust the word of the mouth. It never reflected the true intentions of their heart. "We agreed not to mess with the mortals. Yet, you indulged with them from time to time." The goddess ignored her. Her green, long flowy gown swished with her elegant movements.

X ”Now, who is this, Mr. X?” Sarah asked exasperatedly. She so didn’t want any more shocks or surprises. “It’s Mr. Roy. We have decided to use pseudonyms in all our conversations lest someone is keeping watch. Even if they figure out what we are doing, they would have no evidence against us.” “That is a great idea!” “All credit goes to Mr. Roy. He is a great planner. Even his prank was so well planned.” Arnold’s lips stretched in a weak smile as he recalled that day.

with those words meaning nothing to him but a mere formality. Ruhi's eyes welled up with tears when she heard her name and the officiant repeated the words. Her father nudged at her when she remained quiet. "I- I d-- don't feel very well." She fell on her father's arm, feigning lightheadedness, and then suddenly decided to hold her stomach and groan in pain. She doubled over, and anyone looking at her panic and sweating forehead would believe her. "Aaron..." Rafael moved to her side worriedly and looked at his friend.

Even when it feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, toes curled over, gravity begging you to let go. I can’t tell if this is protection or possession. But right now, I’m too tired to tell the difference. So, I do what I do best. Pretend. Fake it till I make it.

"Mr. Whatever-You-All-Want-To-Call-Him is working out of town. I was going to call you and ask if maybe I could—" "If you could shack up with Mr. Sex Appeal himself?" "So now we all have code names?” “You’re the one living in a spy movie. I want some of the action.” “Okay, so Mr. Sex Appeal? You’re saying that Cy will be back? That's his code name, right?" I asked with a grin. "Oh, little cousin, that hurts. I was referring to me." "How about I just call you Pat? We can say it's short for Mr. Sex Appeal."

“Yes, we do.” “No.” I slammed the knife down too hard. Mayonnaise splattered across the counter, and my voice shook. “What we need is to pretend. Pretend everything’s fine. Pretend she’s not here. Pretend you don’t look at me like you’re in love with me. Pretend I don’t look at you the same way.” My voice cracked on the last word. “Pretend until it kills us.” He didn’t even blink. He stepped closer instead, his gaze fierce and unrelenting. “Don’t say that.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Don’t you dare say that. You know this isn’t pretend.”

“What do you mean exactly by pretending to be someone else? Do you mean you’d give a false name?” “No, just borrow someone else’s responses to what’s going on. Sort of mirror the personality of a salesperson or another client, so I look more acceptable to the people I interact with. It’s exhausting really.” “You mean you’d act like someone else?” “Yes, like someone the sales representative would find acceptable.” “How long have you been doing this?” Juliette shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess, always.”