A Liar's Twisted Tongue Book Novels & Stories

“No. Because I’m tired. Because the people in that book would kill us both to keep their secrets. And because, believe it or not, I’m not interested in dying in a gutter while someone like Rowen keeps his pension.” I held his gaze, trying to find the lie. There wasn’t one. “You think this is enough to bring them down?” “With you? Yes,” he said simply. “You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch when the truth gets ugly.” I looked down at the ledger again. The names in it were rot disguised as law, corruption dressed up in uniforms and robes. This wasn’t just evidence. It was a warhead. “If I take this,” I said, voice low, “you and I—”

" I stared at Andre, and I couldn't help but laugh from sheer anger. Even now, he still hadn't grasped the situation. He was standing here talking to me about taking two wives. I had no reason to humiliate myself just so he could live comfortably and enjoy the love of two women. Felicia scanned me from head to toe, clearly satisfied. "Looks like you've rested well these past few days. You look healthier—your pup must be growing well too. Some guards out there are saying you aborted your pup. How dare they curse your pup like that? You have to teach them a lesson!" At that moment, I finally opened my mouth and said my first words of the day, "They're not wrong. I did get rid of the pup. I'm l

That made my chest tighten again. “I’m not lying,” I insisted. He didn’t respond to that. Instead, he simply let the book lower slightly in his hand, still keeping me pinned, still not giving me space to breathe properly. And then, like he hadn’t just said something completely unhinged, he glanced at the book again one last time. “Interesting taste,” he said calmly, flipping a page with his thumb. “Let’s see what else you’re hiding in here.” “Don’t you dare—”

Liam whispered back, green eyes dark with lust. Adrian didn’t waste time. He turned Liam around, pressing his chest against the dusty bookshelves. He yanked Liam’s jeans and boxers down just enough, then dropped to his knees right there in the quiet library. His tongue found Liam’s hole, licking broad and wet before pushing inside with hungry strokes. The risk of someone walking by made everything sharper, more intense. Liam bit his arm to stay quiet, legs shaking as Adrian’s tongue worked him open, hot and slippery.

Then I whispered— “Liar.” Because she had woken up. Nobody died. The ending she had written wasn't true anymore. And if someone was going to die again…It would be me, not her. I closed the book. Then something caught my eye. A loose page. I opened it again. There was an extra sheet hidden inside. Folded and pinned to the main book. My fingers suddenly felt cold. I pulled it free, opened it and read the sentence. _"But the ones who think they are now free are oblivious of the villain they had forgotten._"

My core clenched each time his voice went slow when it got to the parts that made my stomach twist. I twisted slightly to look at him, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. “You’re the worst. Look what you're reading.” He didn’t flinch. “‘He tasted like roses,’” he kept reading, eyes flicking to my mouth. “‘Like smoke and lies and promises he’d never keep.’” I flicked water at his face. He didn’t even blink. He just dropped the book onto the tile with a wet smack and leaned in, mouth hovering over mine.

One night only. Liora laughed at first. But she was curious. And lonely. She whispered, “I want someone exciting… someone who knows exactly what he wants.” The book glowed brighter. A warm wind blew through the library even though all windows were closed. Then she heard footsteps. A tall man stepped out from between the shelves. He had messy black hair, sharp green eyes, and a dangerous smile. His clothes looked old-fashioned a dark shirt open at the chest and black pants. He looked like he walked straight out of a pirate story.

He kissed down my stomach, then hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs. Now I was fully exposed beneath him, bare and trembling. He spread my legs gently and lowered himself between them. The first touch of his tongue against me sent my head falling back against the pillow. I gasped, breath catching in my throat. He moved with precision, slowly at first, then deeper, his tongue gliding over my folds with skill and intent. His hands gripped my thighs to keep me open for him as his tongue circled and flicked against my most sensitive spot. My hips began to move on their own, seeking more.

Jelena screamed, “Have you lost your mind?! Claire, this is a betrayal! You’re a traitor to the Sunfang Pack!” I found her words hilarious. “Didn’t Gerald say that he wants to hand over the shares to someone better to manage them? Why is he so reluctant to give them up now?” I announced, “From now on, I am no longer Gerald’s daughter.” The meeting room burst into an uproar. Gerald’s eyes flew wide open in shock, and his lips quivered, but he was rendered speechless. He was once the most celebrated werewolf, but at present, he slumped down in the chair like an old, sick dog.

The word felt like ash on my tongue, reminding me of Henry’s promises, of the Summers’ betrayals, of everything i had lost. I turned away, pacing around the living room. My mind was now a storm. A part of me wanted to scream that i’d rather rot on the streets than bind myself to a man who saw me as a contract. Another part was quiet but persistent, and whispered that he was offering me the only lifeline i had left.