Novel & Cerita A Liar's Twisted Tongue Book

I looked back and gave him a confused look. "Reject him," he ordered. "I, Olive reject Dion as my mate," "Don't forget that I am an Alpha, I claimed you and you cannot simply decline it. Remember this one thing, Olive, I was never a liar. You have seen all my evilness, anger and pain blinded me but I never lied to you." He turned and ran fast until I couldn't see him anymore. Lie. What is a lie among any of these? Am I lied to?

"Your mouth can lie but your eyes can't, you know what I'm saying?" What does that even mean? She bit her tongue before pushing him off of her. She tried to grab the hairbrush from his hand but he was fast to stop her from doing so. "Did I make you nervous?" he asked. This time, she scoffed as she met his gaze and stared directly into his eyes. "Why would I feel nervous? Is there something to be nervous about?" He shrugged. "I don’t know. I could just see the uneasiness in your eyes telling me how bad of a liar you are."

I was in need of love, THEIR love, and all the promises it carried. A hot, wet tongue darted out and licked lazily around my puckered nipple, wrenching weird little cries from my throat, cries I never knew I was capable of making. It was all too good, and in that haze of lust, I tried making them out, because no matter what, they were different in the way they touched me, yet undeniably and agreeably efficient into making me the horniest bitch on earth.

Cross motioned where his library is. "Thank you!" Erin ran like a child towards the room and saw thousands of books. Ajax had a library in his mansion but the majority of the books are old, although Erin loves reading about historical books, the ones in Ajax’s home were written in a language Erin can't read. "These all are in English." he muttered and picked randomly. Erin can't feel Cross' presence on her back so she assumed he went somewhere in the house. She didn't mind though, being with these thousands of books he can read is heaven for her.

Her hands trembled, but she clenched them into fists, forcing herself to be still. He woke up… and he called for Isabella. The words replayed in her mind like a cruel refrain. Andres had opened his eyes, and the first name he spoke was not hers. Not the love they had hidden. Not the nights they had stolen. To him, I’m just a shadow from New York. Nothing more. Her chest tightened. She wanted to scream, to cry, to confess everything to her mother. But she had denied it. She had lied. She had worn the mask of bravery.

And I couldn’t believe it; it was my book. It was the first book I ever published, “My Hero in the Dark.” A smile crept on my lips; he was reading my book, “Coffee?” “Burgundy,” he called, pulling me out of my daydream. I cleared my throat. “What?” “Do you want coffee?” “No…just my money.” Liam nodded, picked up the book, and continued reading like I wasn’t here asking for my money. Was he seriously going to pretend like he doesn’t owe me?

"You're a delusional, arrogant asshole—" He didn't let me finish. His hand shot forward, his fingers tangling brutally into the hair at the base of my skull, and he slammed his lips onto mine. He nibbled on my buttom lip sucking it gently as his tongue wanted my permission inside which I wasn't giving. "Open your fucking mouth," he growled against my lips.

He was caressing my neck with just the tip of his finger but it felt like he was putting all the pressure in his hands against my skin. “It's cold.” I lied, swallowing loudly. I gasped as his fingers twisted around the necklace on my neck, pulling me roughly forward until our foreheads touched and only a breath separated our lips. “You've always been such a bad fucking liar, Iris.”

Liam sucked at my nipples, swirling his tongue around, and I couldn't help but cry out. Liam shut my mouth with his lips. Our tongues entwined our kiss, and then I felt his hand enter from below to move fast. Two fingers were inside me, in and out. I moaned with every movement. The facade we show the world melts away and all we want is to fuck each other's brains out. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. The next thing he was inside, his cock thrusting was hard and rough but he was careful. Our breathing changed with every thrust, hearing my moan times in his body.

And I used to believe him. I used to think his slurred whispers were truth. But now? Now it was just another kind of cruelty. I said nothing. Gently, I guided him out to the car. He collapsed against me, head resting in my lap, peaceful like a child. Then came the whisper. Soft. Shaky. “Daisy…Daisy... why didn’t you choose me… why…” That was the moment everything snapped into place. The name he had whispered in his sleep for years. It wasn’t mine. It was never mine.