A Liar's Twisted Tongue Book Novels & Stories

My knees buckled slightly and I pressed my back harder to the wall to keep from falling. “No,” I whispered. But it wasn’t enough. I screamed it this time. “Liar!” I stumbled forward, not even feeling the floor under my feet, stopping just a few paces away from him. My finger trembled as I pointed at him. My voice shook with rage and pain. “You’re lying! You’re trying to twist things! You’re desperate and pathetic and low, you think this will break me? You think I’ll turn on him because you can’t have me?! You should be ashamed of yourself, you sick, twisted son of a bitch!”

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

, with a confused look at Lisa who was still flipping the bookshelf. As soon as she finished speaking, Lisa placed another book "Girls, Stay Away from a Fool" and a copy of "When You Meet a Fool, You Should Do This" in her arms. her, and he seemed sincere to her. "These are all my presents. You must study these books carefully." After Lisa's words were said, Mina's face revealed a puzzled expression. "But why do books distinguish scum?" "You don't know, the thugs these days like to deceive a girl like you who are simple and easy to talk to. You want to eat snacks, but don't be fooled by the giver candy!" Lisa looked at her worriedly.

“Can you explain what that means?” Leander nods his head at Tobias. “The book is written in an ancient language that was impossible to read. When Lorcan showed me the book, I couldn’t figure it out. However, Lorcan could read that book because the language he saw was English. “It didn’t make sense to me, but to him, it did. Lorcan hid that book away, and none of us has thought about it in years. As soon as Lilly fell into a deep sleep, Luther and Lorcan began talking. Lorcan knew that he needed to get back to Dalgaard Mansion to retrieve that book. Lorcan is probably smarter than anyone I have ever known, and he knew just what to do.”

"No, this isn't logical. You shared a bed with my sister? And she also carried your child. How then could you not know? How could none of you tell me." "I didn't know," Davis answered with great conviction. Not till right now. "And you?” Isabella glanced to Sharon, her face contorted with pain. "You have been lying to me all this time. You let me carry him into this house without saying a word?" Tears rolling down her face, Sharon continued, "I didn't know how to tell you. I was afraid of what it might do to us." "What it would do to us?" Isabella repeated, her voice getting higher. "Do you hear yourself at all? You've wrecked us!"

But it was there, like a low rumble of thunder before a storm, and it made something unsteady bubble in me. I couldn't help but admit, his chuckle was cute. Without another word, he reached out, pulling the book from my hands before I could react. His long fingers flipped it open, his sharp gaze scanning the title as his smirk deepened. Oh no. “A New Pet for the Mafia King by Liy Lah,” he read out loud, his voice slow, deliberate. His eyes lifted, locking onto mine with a sassy expression that made my stomach knot. “Interesting choice.” He muttered.

"It's a tribal language for vampire tribes. My father taught me a lot of tribal languages when I was a young wolf." I flip to the next page, and there's another writing. "Do you believe in rebirth? If not, you cannot access this book." I shake my head in denial and flip through the rest of the pages, only to find them blank. Perfect waste of time. I slide the book back onto the shelf and take a book on cyclones instead. "I'll settle for this tonight," I say, raising the book, but her gaze remains fixed on The Book of Reborns. After a moment, she peels her eyes off it, nods at me, and returns to her chair.

" I froze. I'd never heard anything like that before. "You're lying! My mom would never do that!" Connor's grip tightened like he wanted to crush my jaw. "It's all in my mother's journal, clear as day. Your mom was a filthy homewrecker." Tears welled up from the pain. I used all my strength to slap him. "You're lying! She's not like that! She's not!" Connor let out a mocking laugh. "Lying in that hospital bed now? Looks like she's finally getting what she deserves. And using her daughter worked just fine."

“This world is nothing but liars.” Dante slid his arm around her waist, his lips brushing her hair. “Then let’s be the best liars of them all.” Their eyes lingered on their daughter, the wolf and his queen watching their heir sleep, their reign carved in blood, their future balanced on lies. For now, it was enough.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.