Alessandra Torre Black Lies Novels & Stories

Her eyes were rimmed red, lashes clumped with the residue of tears she’d been holding back all evening. Lisa sat beside her without speaking at first, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. She glanced at Alessia’s profile too pale, too still before placing a gentle hand on her arm. “I love him,” Alessia said finally, voice barely above a whisper. It cracked halfway, and she pressed her lips together as though holding them shut could keep the tears in. “I love him so much, Lisa... and I’m scared he’s lying to me. Just like Roman did.” Lisa’s hand tightened, steady, grounding. “This isn’t Roman,” she said firmly. “You can’t compare….”

my mother's head drops as she looks at the ground and says "I am sorry my love but he is not lying, I was the one that owed the money to the mafia, I was the one that had your father whore you out to those men, It was me not your father." To Be Continued....

“I don't think I want to change my mind after the previous incident.” Incident? “Well you can be sure nothing will happen darling.” Uncle Frank continued to plead but her stance remained fixed. It was time to plat my final card, whether she agrees or she agrees. My hands raked underneath her dress to her panties, she jerked in surprise, eyes darting to mine with a warning glare, uncle Frank noticing her shift stared with concern. “Are you okay dear?” She nodded quickly with a smile. “Y-yes.” “Are you certain?” “Of course, I only twitched, I’m fine.” She assured him, squeezing his hand while trying hard not to moan as my fingers gently rubbed her hole, she shut her eyes trying hard to hold it

Alessandro liked it when his fierce beauty would blush and be obedient to him. "I-I can pull the chair closer...." I suggested. "No, I want you on my lap." It was his final words as he started to eat the food made by his wife only for him. I squirmed as I struggled to eat but after some time relaxed. I waited for his compliment on my food but when I heard nothing I felt disappointed. Alessandro noticed my expression and asked, "what happened?" "Nothing," I said pouting. "Wife! One thing I hate most is someone's lying to me. Never lie to me again! Tell me what happened." Alessandro said in authoritative and I squirmed in fear as I knows my husband is a mafia leader and won't hesitat

Just yesterday, I saw this man get hot and heavy with Amelia and Marcus, yet I'm here in his bed, acting like we're a happily married couple. No self-respect, huh, Zara? My conscious speaks. He says you're only his but the same doesn't apply to him in regards to you. "I could watch him like this forever," I sigh quietly, ignoring my logical thoughts as my thumb grazes his bottom lip carelessly. Alejandro suddenly opens his mouth and lightly bites down on my finger, making me gasp, "Craving a kiss?" "No," I lie. "Again, lying isn't your fort," he chuckles, his morning voice raspy and thick. The butterflies intensify, and his morning voice hits in all different places.

He said, a bit of harshness appearing in his voice, "Look at me, does it look like I am lying to you?" "Yes, to me it does!" I retorted, "Everything about you looks like a lie to me. Those promises you made that you'll never ever let go of my hand was a lie, the Hunter I used to call my best friend was a lie, You acting like guilty that day in the jungle and the next day announcing that Pack-whore as your mate so that guilt too was a lie. Everything fucking thing about you is a lie, Hunter!"

Her lips trembled when she finally lifted her head, her voice breaking but clear enough to carry the words that might cost her everything, “There is something, Stefano, something I never told you, there is a tracker in me, a device, beneath the skin of my neck, it was supposed to bring them here, it was supposed to be my way out, but they are not coming, they left me, I swear it to you, I am not lying now, please, believe me.” Stefano froze, for the first time, he was listening to the words of deceptive lips. His eyes narrowed with a slow, dangerous light, and he leaned closer until she could see the reflection of her own broken body in his gaze. His lips curved into something that was not q

“But why her? If Alessandro wants you gone, why go after Amira too?” Amira turned sharply, realization striking like ice. “Because of me,” she whispered. “He knows I’m your weakness. He knows if he smears me, it smears you.” Montez’s hand slammed against the table with a crack. “Then Alessandro just started a war he cannot finish.” Amira flinched at the sharpness of his tone, her tears spilling freely now. “But the whole world will see me as a liar. A fraud. Montez, my face is everywhere—”

Isabella whispered, "why were you with Victor last night? Lisa opened her mouth — and lied. “I—I wasn’t. It's edited. I swear.” Alexander folded his arms. “We have already verified the image. It is real. Tell the truth.” Lisa looked between them, her panic rising. “I can’t. I can’t explain this. It’s not what it looks like.” “Then what is it?” Isabella asked, tears gathering. “Tell me.” Lisa closed her eyes… then suddenly broke down, falling to her knees.

She felt the bond flare bright between them, steadying her even as adrenaline sang in her veins. Torvald dismounted as well. Kara and Rorik remained mounted, a silent show of trust balanced against readiness. The two Alphas walked forward alone until they met in the exact middle of the meadow. Ashley stepped up beside Damien without being asked. Torvald's gaze flicked to her immediately, lingering on the fresh bite mark at her throat, then on the silver torc gleaming against her dark cloak. "Damien Blackthorn," Torvald said, voice deep and rough as gravel underfoot. "And the Luna who wears no crescent."