Pretend Synonym の小説・ストーリー

"I thought you liked a sweet talker? So I am trying to sell you some sugar. A man can change for a woman he cares for." He said with a cheeky smile. The man always was very good at turning and twisting his words the way he wanted. Stella shook her head in disapproved gesture. "I don't ask you to change for me. Just be your normal self. If a man does the thing just to please a woman without his willingness or sincerity, it is called a pretender." She said. Leo shook his face this time and pretended to look unpleased. "Oh, here we are, you are a difficult woman, really hard to please. When I was myself, you complained and now when I try to speak nicely, you said I am a pretender."

"It's ok Damie, some days are like that, but you still have to come to school tomorrow. Right?" She advised. She now noticed that her plan will yield great profit because of the way I reacted knowing that I won't be participating in the swimming competition, little did she know that I was only pretending. Well, one of my areas of competence is pretence. Hahaha, don't mind me, it's only my protection mechanism. "Well... I'll come, I just feel bad about how great I have lost out for missing school today, I promise I'll never miss school no matter how unhealthy I might feel."

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.

she heaves a deep sigh in frustration as she remembers all the pj’s and most of the clothes she brought. When Jihyun was busy booking the rooms, and managing and arranging the staff for the event, she made sure there would be at least some spare and vacant rooms for her to check-in. Never in her life did she see herself being put in this situation. “Especially a situation where I had to pretend to be someone’s girlfriend. More specifically, my boss’s…” sighing, she lay down on the bed while looking through her emails.

She wondered if he did spy on girls he brought home. She grimaced whilst remembering acting like one of his slútty girlfriends. A blush tinged her cheeks as she realized she had been naked a few minutes ago. "How much did you see?" She crossed her arms in front of her and glared at the camera. "I promised I didn't see anything. Moreover, stop glaring at the camera, it did nothing wrong. " Jason chuckled. "Why should I believe you? You said you weren't a pervert, but now I'm thinking otherwise." Said Ximena, whilst smoothing her dress.

She accused me of giving my brother the illness on purpose. "The Jones family has never had this cursed disease. It must be you, you little troublemaker, envious of your brother, infecting him on purpose!" she screamed, hurling the cruelest words imaginable at me. She even went as far as to torture me with the help of someone as cruel as a witch, until it killed me. After I died, my spirit stuck around long enough to hear my brother bragging on the phone to a friend. That was when I found out he was faking depression, inspired by a classmate who took a break from school because of it, just to get out of going.

Faking out a pitiful look, I turned to him, this time, my anger professionally masked in a fake attempt to get his sympathy. “I am so sorry, Mr Halpern, I haven't gone through my mails as I was super busy at the hospital.” I lied, trying to get some hint of compassion in those cold black eyes of his. But only, all I received was a sarcastic nod of his head, “I know this game, the sympathy card,” I felt attacked by his words. The sympathy card was my go-to whenever I was in a tight setting. “But trust me, It ain't gone last.” He finished slowly, his tone dropping to a dangerous whisper.

Ilona asked. "Because that's the reality," "Yes, I know, but you don't need to tell my mother something like that. She will be hopeful and start grilling me with lots of questions," 'Okay, just say that we're just pretending to be dating. "We're just friends," answered Eldian, providing an increasingly difficult solution. "You're crazy! My mother will immediately get angry if she finds out we're just pretending," replied Ilona. "So, let's just make it a reality," said Eldrian.

I chuckle, clearly not taking this very seriously. “I’m serious, I’m thinking the sun could just represent a bright mind, and bright minds have mind powers – so what if you can make things you want, appear?” It was an interesting concept, and I had to admit, I was very intrigued by it. “How do we test that?”

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?"