Novel & Cerita You Are What You Pretend To Be

I had been reborn and I thought I could finally turn the tables, but have I just been deluding myself? "Don't bother pretending. I'm not going to fall for your act. I can see just what you want. I know your type. They pretend to be weak and fragile but they are capable of horrible things. I don't allow myself to be swayed like that, so you might as well put your head up and die with your dignity."

As if she had spoken a password that unlocked a door inside them, and now they were remembering something they had long ago agreed to forget. "The charge," the voice said, "is impersonation. You have spent years pretending to be someone you are not. You have worn the mask of the competent daughter, the reliable friend, the dutiful worker, the brave traveler, the woman who has her life together. You have spoken in the voice of confidence while your hands shook in your pockets. You have smiled at strangers while your heart was howling. You have said 'I’m fine' seventeen thousand times, and you have never meant it once. How do you plead?"

You're better than that. _*]:min-w-0"> I wished I had her confidence. Her certainty. But all I felt was tired. Scared. Unprepared for everything being thrown at me. _*]:min-w-0"> Still. I straightened my shoulders. Lifted my chin. Pretended to be the person Nova thought I was. _*]:min-w-0"> Fake it until it's real. That's the secret. _*]:min-w-0"> Ryder returned exactly twenty minutes later. "Ready?"

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

I tried to look away from him. If there's one thing I'm good at, it is my pretending skills. They say I'm a great pretender. Even though I'm already hurting inside, I'm still trying to hide it with my sweet smiles. I'm afraid that people might judge me so I master pretending in front of them. The less you show, the little they know. "Tired of him? Am I right? " he look to me again, he's eyes are really calming "I... I don't know." I just look down and shrugged

He’s going through a lot. “And.. I have another problem..” He said while scratching his head. “but you’re too young to understand, so..” He stared at me and smirked as he stood up and fixed his suit. I raised my eyebrows. I wonder what the problem is. This made me realize that you should really never judge a book from its cover. What you see is really not the truth most of the time. People are most likely to pretend. Some people like to make other people believe that everything is fine.

That’s how I know it’s working. They say obsession is a sickness. I say it’s clarity. The more I watch, the more I understand. People lie. Constantly. They pretend to care. They pretend to be kind. But under it all, they’re selfish and fake and weak. Rotten. Rotten like River. Rotten like Daniel. I’m not the villain here. I’m just the one holding the mirror. No one suspects me. No one watches me. That’s how this works. You don’t hide in shadows.

she says calmly, “everything starts making sense.” The words settle into me slowly. “You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not,” she continues. “All you have to be is you.”

“No one is asking you to pretend to be who you’re not!” “Says the woman who asked her ten-year-old daughter to conceal her strength and make sure to integrate with the pack so she can live a peaceful life! Says the woman who would rather her daughter be beaten up by pack bullies while pretending to be weak than defend herself, so the pack can accept her!!! Don't you think it is a little too late to pretend to care about me, Mom? ”

ETHAN'S POV They make you believe things that are not true. They tell you so many times, you accept what they are telling you is the truth rather than lies. You suffer for it like it's the truth. The most effective torture is not physical it is mental of course. The mind can imagine terrors far more horrific than you could ever physically bear, just like the mind will tune out those physical hurts when the pain surpasses what your body can endure.