Novel & Cerita Pretend Synonym

Two souls under one roof. Pretending. For now.

"Please, Jessy. Pretend to be my girlfriend." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.”

CHAPTER 202 “Then, how do you think I should pretend instead?” Joshua shrugged and retorted. “First all, you’ll need to have strength, but you don’t have it. Otherwise, you need to be good-looking. You don’t have that either. So what do you have to be pretentious? Oh no I should say that you are pretentious no matter what you do!” Ian was impatient as he berated Joshua “therefore you’re in no position to pretend at all!”

He isn’t pretending to be someone he’s not. It’s disarming.

He pretended to zip his lips. He’s such a peanut brain!

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