Pretend Synonym 소설 & 이야기

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

He suddenly put his hands on my cheeks and turned my face to meet his. "Do you wanna pretend with me? Pretend to be in a fake relationship, and let everyone know that we are dating," he suddenly asked.

I shot back, voice sharp, trying to put distance between us. Her smirk faltered for a split second, just a twitch at the corner of her lips, before returning with full force. “Touché. But dreams are dreams, darling. And pretending isn’t the same as living. I’ve been playing roles for years, perfecting the act, smiling through every boring party, every fake compliment. And you? You’ve got your own illusions, Miss Perkins. Pretending you’re untouchable. Pretending you don’t care. It’s adorable.”

She gave a tired smile. “I feel like I just survived an interview.” He laughed softly. “That’s not far from the truth.” She turned to face him. “Does your family believe it?” “Yes.” “And your colleagues?” “Yes.” She looked down at the stone floor. “Then why doesn’t it feel like a success?” Joseph was silent for a moment. “Because pretending is exhausting.” She met his eyes. “Is that what this was? Pretending?” The question hung in the air. Joseph stepped closer, but not too close.

“Us. Together. Holding hands at some market, me laughing at your dumb jokes, you kissing my cheek at a banquet. Whatever makes us look stupidly in love. People eat that crap up. They’ll forget the rumors in a week.” He stared at me for a long second. Then I laughed. Real laugh, head back. “You want to fake date me. Publicly.” “Exactly.” He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “You know what happens when people pretend something long enough?” I crossed my arms. “What?” “They start believing it. And then they become it.” My stomach flipped but I kept my face blank. “Not gonna happen.” He smirked. “Wanna bet?” I lifted my chin. “Name your terms.”

Both of us are scared, but I raised my eyebrows and speaks to our professor bravely. "Yes, ma'am. We're talking about our discussion for today," I lied to our professor. I want her to believe that we are talking about her discussion, so that she won't reprimand us. "Then what is it?! Share it to the class," she said. Before I speak, I smiled to my two friends and faced our professor confidently. I'm not listening to her discussion, but I know what she's talking about in front of us. Last week, I decided to study our next lesson and that's why I already knew what she's talking about this morning in front of the class. I know what I can say to her. We pretended. So even though I didn't listen

I asked with a hint of amusement, pressing my hand onto the bedding and pushing myself closer to her. She does not reply. She only glares. I let out a chuckle. “If I wasn't there, Alex, something bad would have happened to you. You should be thanking me, not calling me arrogant, you know?” She presses her lips together, looking so small and innocent. “I am Alexa. And there is nothing you can tell me to justify…” “Alex…” “Alexa…” She interrupts me again. “What difference does it make?!” I snap, shooting to my feet instantly. “Whether Alex or Alexa, as my pretend bride, you should answer me as Alex, understood?”

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

“Have you had enough of pretending to be sick?” Ian flashed a devilish smile. He looked so suave and frivolous. “Miss me?”

If this is how things work… if everything is already a game… Then I’m done pretending I’m not part of it. I’m done playing it blindly.