Pretend Synonym 소설 & 이야기

And I lost concentration for a few seconds, my thoughts skittering away at the sight of the view. “And I certainly don't want to fight you. So we have to find a common ground. We have to be friends at the very least. Fake it till you make it.” She mutters. “Fake it till we make it,” I amend as she stares at me again, smiling. “But we can't be friends or find a common ground unless you diffuse whatever thought or imagination you had of me in your head.” She tells me. “What do you mean?” “I'm saying that I can't be someone I'm not. If I'm doing this as I already established that I am because we are married, I have to do this as myself. Because for fucks sake Xander, you still refer to me as Al

"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.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

“Have you had enough of pretending to be sick?” Ian flashed a devilish smile. He looked so suave and frivolous. “Miss me?”

If this is how things work… if everything is already a game… Then I’m done pretending I’m not part of it. I’m done playing it blindly.

"You do realize that in a new city, you're not actually supposed to go on tours alone, aren't you?" I rolled my eyes and changed to a higher pitch—something lighter, fluffier. It came almost second nature. "Well, Mr. Malcolm," I told myself, waving a hand dramatically. "For your information, I needed a stroke to clear my head, okay? There's nothing for you to get upset about, you grumpy face." "I'm not a grumpy face," I growled back as Creed, putting on pretend glasses. "I'm only ethical." I snapped my fingers together and made a mock little bow. "Oh, of course. Ethical. The favorite word of every man who refuses to acknowledge that he possesses feelings."

“Pretend?” “Yes.” She took a slow lick of her strawberry ice cream, watching his reaction over the rim of her cone. “You like to act like you’re this brooding, no nonsense type. But in the last hour, you’ve been a jungle gym, a race car, and a swing set. That’s not brooding. That’s…” She pretended to think hard. “Adorable.” Julian let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Adorable isn’t exactly the image I’m going for.”

he responded calmly as if I’m just unnecessarily worried, I’m freaking out here and he’s acting like everything is just peachy. “Ethan, I think you and I have different definitions of fine, I don’t know how to pretend, not to talk of faking emotions; More-so, how long is this ruse supposed to last? I really cannot pretend for the rest of my life. I’m going to step out of here and everybody will know something is up.”