Pretend Synonym Novels & Stories

A beautiful lie to secure boardroom power. Malachi, my fake finance, shifted beside me, murmuring something appreciative to the event olanner, but I barely heard him. My eyes stung as I traced the curve of the grand piano tucked in the corner, its lid open as if waiting for a first dance that would mean nothing. “Do you like it?” Malachis smooth voice floated in my ear, pulling me out of my grief. For a moment I wanted to believe that he’d genuinely asked those questions because he wanted me to like it. He wanted this experience to be all mine. But I knew better than to hope on something so foolish.

But once again, let's pretend like it doesn't mean anything. I will pretend like he doesn’t remind me of everything that we've ever shared with one another

He was dumbfounded and seemed, flabbergasted by my idea. “Please” I pleaded when he wouldn't stop staring at me unbelievably.. “I asked you out on a date, you turned me down” He finally spoke, drumming his fingers on the desk. Oh that… “I wanna be your real boyfriend but you want me to pretend…”He emphasized in the word ‘Pretend’ "To be your boyfriend” “What about my feelings for you? You would hurt me more during the pretense” “Ugh! You’re right, I'm sorry” I apologized. “I’ll find and pay someone else to do the job” I was about to stand up.

"What?" The girl stood up, her face now seemed charged with something resembling irritation. "Frankly, child..." her fingers slipped through the colorful waves as she threw them back "don’t know how everyone hates people... " Naturally perfect"? Pretend you can’t be sincere, but don’t say anything like "I’m not trying"." Pretend? How much I was constantly pretending wasn’t enough? - That’s all I could think of, but my mouth didn’t open, it was like my thoughts again couldn’t be exposed.

he says with a fake pout, my mate is such a silly guy when he wants to be. "Tomorrow we're going to start training, we can't stay hidden, dad needs to see you, you know," I say, I don't like that, I don't like what he's about to endure, I wish if I could take off and run away with him. "Fine, tell you what little baby, how about we have the cold meat with your father," he starts, meaning dinner, he doesn't like how dinner goes around here, although he's our guest, he only got hunted meat, not ones he enjoys, "Then we'd come back here, pretend to call it early, and sneak out," he says stealing a kiss from my lips.

It could be that I wanted to know if she paid attention. I shoved the thought aside and continued. “You are an old friend of mine, and we attended the same school. Understood?” I informed her. Her head jerks up again, this time faster than before, as though I just asked her to assassinate someone. She sent me a questioning look. I knew she wanted to ask questions, but instead, she said nothing, nodding in response. “Good. I need you to be my pretend Luna.” I ordered her. It wasn't like I needed her opinion after all. I didn't care about her thoughts or wants. All I cared about was mine.

I feigned emotional pain, hand clasped against my chest tightly. " Look at you," I pretended to, assessing my clothes and shoes, even doing a bit of a twirl like a dog does when trying to chase its tail. " you're just a child dealing with its infatuation with a woman twice your age. You wouldn't be able to handle me even if I gave you a chance." " But you haven't given me any chance, "

He would nod politely, smile gently, and play the role of the humble son-in-law to perfection. Her mother ate it up. She thought her daughter had married a prince. And back then, Claire was foolish enough to be happy too. In those brief hours, she would let herself pretend that their marriage was real, tasting a sweetness that turned to ash the moment they drove away. It's just an act, she reminds herself, turning to look out the window. Don't fall for it again. When they arrive at the modest two-story house, Claire steps out of the car and freezes.

I scowled when I realized the gymnasium was almost empty now, leaving only the three of us behind. “Well, well, well,” Mitch said in a mock villain voice while circling me. “Oops. I accidentally stepped on your very, very long hair.” I rolled my eyes as she pretended to lift imaginary strands of hair off the floor. “Your Majesty,” Colleen said with an exaggerated bow, “I am officially surrendering my crown. It belongs to you now.” I pretended to accept the imaginary crown with pride. Honestly, there were no crazier friends in the world than these two idiots.

“Then explain it properly.” He paused briefly before saying, “Pretend to be my girlfriend.” I blinked. “What?” “It’s simple,” he said. “We act like it wasn’t random. We act like it meant something.” I let out a short laugh. “You’re joking.” “I’m not.” I shook my head. “No. That’s not happening.” “You don’t have a better option.”