Novel & Cerita Pretend Synonym

After a while, I heard a voice I knew. "Jan, you're my best friend. Can you pretend to be his fiancee for now?" When I heard Tiffany Swain's voice, I sat up and looked toward the bedroom door that wasn't fully closed. "Aren't you worried that he might get his memory back someday?" Janet asked. I could tell that she thought I was already asleep. The two of them were openly talking on speakerphone. "Oh, come on. If he gets his memory back, I'll just sweet-talk him, kiss him, hug him a bit, and he'll be fine. He loves me too much to ever leave."

What is it that I truly want? In a subdued tone, I apologize to Noah, expressing my deep regret. "I sincerely apologize, Noah. I never intended to give you false hope or lead you on. Honestly, I'm not even sure what I was thinking. It seems my expectations for this evening were vastly different from reality. Please believe me when I say that I am not intentionally toying with your emotions. I am simply grappling with some confusion."

I stated, trying to act calm, “You could at least pretend to be cooler about it.” “I am cool,” I said, trying to sound more believable, but I clearly couldn’t fool her. “You’re clearly blushing.” “Shut up, I am not,” I refused, but my voice immediately betrayed me, as it turned high-pitched, making her grin. “You so are.” I just shook my head in disbelief, as I turned my attention back to the field before she could say anymore, and there he was. Focused, confident, and completely in his element.

Arden spoke up, raising his head to stare at everyone seated around the table with a forced smile. Kai dropped his cutlery and raised his head to stare at his brother; he laced his fingers and placed them under his chin. “Then, Arden, how do you presume we do that, dear brother of mine?” “I already said it, we pretend,” he replied, putting emphasis on the last word. “And I am pretty sure that everyone seated here knows that is something that I do not take fun in doing,”

“I wanted to, well I was wondering if you… I suppose there’s no right way to ask a person this so I’m just going to come right out with it. Would you be my girlfriend?” “W-what?” I felt completely thrown. “I don’t even know you.” “No, no, no.” Ethan laughed. “Not like that. I just want you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” “Pretend?” I asked, still confused. He knew this was ludicrous, right? “Why would I pretend to be your girlfriend?” “Well actually, I was thinking you’d first start off pretending to be my girlfriend, and then if all goes well in about six months you could pretend to be my fiance.”

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.

I paused, the lie sticking in my throat. "Because you're pretending to marry him," Emilia finished, her directness both refreshing and uncomfortable. "Yes," I admitted. "But even though it's not a real engagement, we do need to seem like we care about each other. So tonight is about getting to know each other better, including meeting each other's families." Emilia considered this, her small brow furrowed in concentration. "Does that mean I have to pretend to like him too?" I smoothed her hair back, love for this fierce, complicated child overwhelming me. "No, sweetheart. You never have to pretend about your feelings. But I do need you to be polite. Can you do that? For me?"

He's looking into my damn soul. My cheeks flush with heat. I don't even think embarrassment is the proper description for this. Mortification? Nah. Not strong enough of a word. I can barely hear the string quartet now, the music being drowned out by the blood rushing in my ears. “Even if it looks like I'm put together…” He hesitates for a moment. He pulls his lip between his teeth as he stares at my plate. No no, Winter, you will NOT be distracted. “In high society, you have to pretend. There's no other way to survive. The term ‘fake it till you make it’ does not even begin to explain what it's like to live in my world.”

Coming here, pretending to belong… Fuck!

And to pretend that it's fine even though it wasn't fine at the very first place. The thing about pretending is the will to make it look okay even if its not. To make it clear for a little while where in fact, it was blur to begin with. Another thing is when, the circumstances may appear hard but the look on our faces seems to easy. Because that's what pretending is, the mask on our faces not getting enough action, not getting enough sense to make it bearable.