Romans & histoires Pretend Synonym

I replied, adding definition to the words high school. He laughed. “Wow, you really are a feisty one aren’t you?” he said, shaking his head. “You have no idea,” I muttered, turning away, pretending to watch the TV. “You don’t want to talk to me?” he asked, faking hurt. I let out an exaggerated sigh. “I’m just trying to watch this.” He looked at the TV, and laughed. “This advert for new sofas?” I looked at the TV that I was pretending to watch, it was indeed an advert. Damn it! “Yep, I’m a sofa girl, you can never have enough sofas,” I joked.

As her breathing labors and she begins to pant, I reach for her waist and flip her over. "Having you ride me," I growl, "is fucking amazing." Her eyes open wide as I slide in and out, slowing her rhythm and creating my own. "But now it's time to remind you who's the boss." Her smile grows. "Show me, sir." I almost lose it as I take over and we fall in sync. As she shudders around me, her red lips forming the perfect O, I remember her word. Pretend. This is pretend, but not the way she's been defining it. What is pretend is my show of control. Kimbra Jones has it all. I'd fall to my knees and beg her if I could make this weekend continue.

to forget ~Mahen – Pretend to forget~ The sound of applause made the three people who had their backs to the door turn around simultaneously. Antony stood at the doorway, smiling at his three beloved children. "Should I become your producer? How could I not realize that your voice is that good?" Antony said with a feigned look of surprise.

Tonight, I am going to pretend I am just like them and have fun. No regrets.

Keiran says, I could hear how proud he is of his brother, how close to his heart he holds this new guy. I envied them, I wished for a brother who'd care for me as he cares for his brother, maybe if I had a brother to keep me safe from my father's anger, maybe then we could share the burden of being his kids. But instead, I had to smile and keep on going, pretending to be as strong as I'm supposed to be. "Father, the one who's in charge of training the whole pack would love a good challenge," I say hoping my words would translate as danger! Don't send him.

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, "

I can't continue pretending to be someone I'm not I put on my head phones and play The Great Pretender Song by Freddie Mercury Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh) Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh) My need is such I pretend too much I'm lonely but no one can tell Oh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh) Adrift in a world of my own (ooh ooh) I play the game but to my real shame You've left me to dream all alone Too real is this feeling of make believe Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Ooh ooh yes I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh)

“What do you say we do.” I spared him a glance, his expression eager and waiting. I fixed my eyes on the wall ahead, mentally going over my plan one time before speaking. “We pretend.” Santino’s face squeezed in confusion. “What?” I faced him. “We pretend,” I repeated. “We make the bastard think that we’re doing as he asked and then we open a surprise attack and waste him and all of the men he brings along. No single one should escape.” The men were sharing hesitant and reserved glances.

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.