Pretend Synonym の小説・ストーリー

He was crying hard, and snot covered his face even as he prostrated himself. I met Dad’s gaze. This was Steven’s actual father? Steven was glaring at Conrad. He yelled, “I’m no son of yours!” The police officers frowned. One pointed at Steven and asked him to shut up. Then, he looked at Conrad. He said in a formal tone, “Why did you do such a thing?” Conrad looked up and shot Steven a glance. He started to cry. “My son has never deigned to call me his father, even when he was young. It was only after I pretended to be a rich man that he was willing to do so.

Since he remained silent, she finally spoke up. “Look, Liam… Whatever you’re going to ask me, can I say right now that the answer is no?” He turned, looked at her in stunned disbelief. “How can you possibly know what I’m going to ask you?” “Uhm… Let’s see… Experience?!” So, he was here to ask for THAT favor! Dammit! Even as her heart plummeted, her irritation level rose. “Let me be clear, Liam. No, I don’t want to be your fake date for the company soccer tournament, or some team-building exercise involving riding a mechanical bull! Absolutely not! This fake fiancée is done with all of it. Find another!”

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.

He laughed, snorting at the end. "My momma raised me with manners" He said, a smirk on his face. "If you had manners, you wouldn't have snorted in your laugh" I retorted, smirking back. He feigned offence, his eyes going comically wide nd his mouth forming an 'o' shape. "Don't diss the snort, Alex. The ladies tend to find it cute and attractive" He said jokingly. I laughed in response. "Uh-uh whatever you say, piggy" I said tauntingly.

Keep pretending. It was all he knew how to do.

“Come on! Let’s drink and pretend nothing ever happened!” Pretend nothing happened?

“You pretend to belong. That’s the deal, right? Fake it till you make it.” I groan. “You make it sound easy.” “Because it is. Walk in there with Adrian, head high, pretend you own three yachts. Smile at cameras like you have nothing to hide. Piece of cake.” “Piece of humiliation cake,” I correct. By Saturday night, I’m zipped into a navy gown borrowed from the Harrington wardrobe team—fabric that shimmers like starlight under our apartment’s weak bulb. Even Maya is speechless for a full ten seconds before whispering, “You look like you were born to ruin billionaires.”

I thought he was gentle, but I guess, you can't fake who you are for much longer than you think. “Okay, you two hurry up, and get out” Shelin calls without a warning, while she takes her seat once more. “Ouch” my words slip, as my hands grip my chest, folding my shirt a bit. “You don't have to be a rude pumpkin. I also came in here for work” I detail out, feeling not offended, but pretending to be. Shelins gaze turns towards me, while Devin's feet close in. My eyes pick his smile, but I pretend not to see it. He takes his seat, beside me, while Shelin waves her hands over, asking I spill it.