A Liar's Twisted Tongue Book Novels & Stories

His forked tongue descended slowly and deliberately tracing my breasts, twin tips flicking each nipple in perfect opposition—one circling clockwise, the other counterclockwise—until I arched with a broken whimper I failed in muffling. “Still think you’ve had better?” he murmured against my skin. “Yes,” I lied through clenched teeth. He laughed darkly. “Liar.” His tongue traveled lower in hot, wet trails over my hip bones, then between my thighs, both tips worked in tandem: one plunged shallow into my entrance, curling against my front wall, while the other lashed my clit in rapid flicks. The dual sensation was devastating in a way no human tongue could replicate it. I bit back a moan.

It looked like he was replacing something else with softness…did that make any sense? I was starting to make less and less sense to myself. Have I ever made sense once in my life? I shook my head to clear it of whatever suddenly had my head in twists. Twists… Ria said we were all twisted up inside; some in good ways and some in bad ways. And Zayne was one of the humans twisted in a bad way. The question slowly sneaked into my head, like a whisper, or like a vine slowly wrapping around a tree. It caught me off guard and my lips betrayed me, just like that.

He reached out, plucked the book from my hands, and tossed it aside. “Hey!” “You weren’t reading it,” he said bluntly. “I was…” “Don’t lie. You’re horrible at it. It’s embarrassing to watch.” I sat up a little. “I’m amazing at lying. That's one of my top three skills.” “And yet you failed just now.” I stared at him. He stared back. Then he grinned. A small, dangerous kind that made my stomach twist. “What?” I asked warily. “Come here.” “No.”

She walked around the desk, and I felt my pulse spike as she came closer. I didn’t hesitate. My hands slid around her effortlessly, lifting her, placing her gently on the edge of the desk before me. Her legs brushed mine, and I felt the subtle weight of her against me. I cupped her cheeks, studying her, searching for the words she might refuse to say. “Tell me,” I said quietly with a tight voice and restrained emotion, “what did you see in my book?” Her eyes shone bright with pain. “You’re a liar,” she whispered, and the word hit me like a punch.

She whimpered, her pussy clenching around nothing. “You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” Jay taunted, spanking her again. “You love being used.” “Yes…” she whispered, her voice shaking with need. “I love it… I love it so much…” Liam tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into his golden eyes. “You’re gonna show us just how much, baby.” Jay knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks wide. His tongue flicked against her tight hole, making her jerk with a startled cry. He licked her there slowly, teasing her puckered entrance before moving down to her dripping pussy, feasting on her juices.

Before I collapsed from hunger, I had sworn never to have anything to do with him again. Rudolf, may you never regret it for the rest of your life! The doors opened. I lay barely alive on the ground. Rudolf hurried over, voice urgent. "Water! Bring her water." He helped me up as a servant poured water down my throat. Gradually, my mind cleared after I got some water. "Lia, how are you?" Rudolf asked. I ignored him, my eyes fixed on Vivian, who was smiling triumphantly at the door. It was my delusion to think he would ever love only me. I had no one but myself to blame for my wretched state.

So, after confirming the eight men who turned in their badges and sending over the information to Aleksei, I decided to dole out a little punishment of my own. I opened up the door and Ria looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyebrow rose at my state of dishevelment. She was reading a book on the couch, the book open on her lap as her legs were curled up under her. Walking over, I peered over her shoulder. “My mother used to tell me that story.” I pointed to the page she had settled on. “It’s Snegurochk.” She looked down at the page and cocked her head to the side. “The Snow-Child?”

"It's good. Really good. You're going to help a lot of people with this." "That's the goal. To show that survival is just the first step. The real victory is what you build afterward." The book came out six months later to strong reviews. Lucy did a small book tour, this time bringing the family along, making it an adventure rather than a separation. At a reading in Chicago, a woman approached during the signing. "Mrs. Ashcroft, I'm Detective Morrison. We spoke years ago about your mother's case." "I remember. You helped convict Michael Torres."

What am I thinking? I glared at him and prapared myself incase he will attacked me again. "Easy....I won't do anything." he said abruptly when notices my action. "I don't easily trust words." I shortly replied. "You attacked me last time, now, how can I let my guard down?" I raised a brow at him and he creased his forehead as if I uttered some impossible thing. "I don't remember attacking you.." he asked in confusion. I glance at the side before meeting his eyes. "Oh really?, Now you're being a liar." I crossed my arms and fake a smile.

she could not feel anything when she was touching herself. She got scared and begin to look around if she could find something. She was sure if she could hear that voice again, she would be able to find its source and maybe it would lead her to the exit. Desperate, Nia shouted back and asked," Who are you? And..... where am I right now? What is this place? Sorry..... but I cannot see you. Can you tell me where are you?" When there was no reply, she tried one more time and said," I know you must be a nice person.... but i cannot talk like this when i cannot see you. I am confused... please, tell me where i am? Where is this place? "