Alessandra Torre Black Lies Novels & Stories

"It’s pretty basic stuff. I’m sure you must have heard it over and again. But differently,” she started. "For sometime, everything was blank. Just blank. Literally felt life less. It was like this for a while. This was until I began to see myself in a dark room. It was terrible at first, as I kept having nightmares about the accident. And some other stuffs I barely recall. God, it felt like hell. Reliving that terrible event every minute of the day. I wanted to run mad. Just went I thought I was at the verge of losing it, it suddenly just. . . stopped. I stopped having those nightmares and started hearing voices. I am pretty sure that deep husky voice was Nicolás'."

Shrugging her shoulders, she looked up. “ I am not here to talk about me, Mr Black! ” Her voice had went to her professional tone. He was a murderer for God's sake, but he didn't seemed like one. There was something about him, that ticked Sia off. It felt like, there was much more to him, than met the eyes. He felt like a mystery and Sia had always loved mysteries.

*** I came back home as I pour some water for myself, I got a vibe that she is lying to me and this is not the first time someone is playing a double game with me. Maxon did the same thing and in the end, he put himself into trouble, thanks to Andrew because of him I was able to get Maxon. He was also blackmailing me saying he had some tapes which are contained with the truth of Elina's real life, I destroyed them long ago and I think it's time for Maxon too. The more he lives the more chance will Eleanor get to go after Elina, I am pretty sure she is aware of what is happening here and she is planning accordingly.

Kalil At 11:00 PM on the dot, the stage darkened. Music played softly and I strain to hear it. The Five Senses by Jeremih. A light shined on a figure sitting in a chair in the middle of the stage. I was sure it was Jaida, but she had a fabric bag over her head. She wore black panties, black pasties shaped like stars, and black strappy heels. Donte’ looked like he wanted to jump on the stage so I was sure it was Jaida. When I looked back at the stage Makynzee is stood behind Jaida. A strapless black patent leather dress and matching leather pumps were all she wore, unless you counted the wig. The bangs stopped just below her eyebrows and the rest hung straight and long. Her legs were never-en

“Good. Trust is overrated. And I’m trying to correct that.” As Alessandro leaves the restaurant, he pauses in the doorway, his phone vibrating in his pocket. He answers, his expression unreadable. Alessandro “Yes, it’s done. Torres took the bait.” The voice on the other end is low and menacing. “And Enzo?” “He won’t see it coming.” Alessandro smirked

Alessandro’s outside with me. He wraps something around my shoulders and settles on the bench next to me. I snuggle into the blanket. “Thanks,” I murmur. “I am sorry you had to hear that,” he whispers. I shrug. “Dante’s always been a little bit of a loose cannon.” Alessandro snorts. “I think he has gone beyond loose, Alyssa.” “Yeah. I guess.” “He lies. We do not know why. But I could tell he was lying through his teeth.”

“I’m saying you’re chasing ghosts.” Adrian studies him carefully. “Why target Alessa?” “I didn’t.” “You destroyed her reputation.” Daniel shrugs. “She was a convenient narrative.” The words make my hands curl into fists. Convenient. My miscarriage. My accident. My life. Just strategy to him. Adrian notices the shift in my posture. His hand rests lightly against my arm. A silent warning. Don’t react. Daniel watches the gesture with mild amusement. “Protective,” he remarks. Adrian ignores him. “Marcus Dela Torre works for Valez Urban Development,” Adrian says.

But that didn’t stop Alessia from contacting a journalist and using her last bit of strength to tell a lie that would permanently ruin Benjamim’s reputation. The pain would have been less if he had found out after the wedding, but the fact that he had abandoned her at the altar brought out the darkest side of Alessia. And she couldn’t bear the rejection. She had locked herself in her room from the moment Antonella had left. She knew that by now, everyone was aware of what she had done. Alessia just lay in bed, waiting for the bomb to explode on top of her. It didn’t take long. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Heavy, hurried steps she would recognize anywhere. Then there was a loud b

Now that's just us, I make sure she knows exactly where I'm hiding, and knows victory is close she can almost taste it. I duck behind a toppled oil drum, scanning through the mesh of the underbrush in search of her but I find Nothing. Just as I'm about to give up, I see movement, a shadow where it shouldn't be. It's her. Alessandra steps out from behind a crumbled barricade like she owns the damn place, marker already aimed. She’s wearing black combat boots, streaks of camouflage across her cheeks, her braid tucked under a dark cap and she’s absolutely dominating this game.

Elder Mallory spat, grabbing up one of the photographs. "These were in Alexis's car," another whispered, shuffling through the damning stack. "Did you know that?" Elder Brant spun back to me, his eyes flashing. I tried to maintain my flat tone. "This...this is a lie. Alexis would not." "You said you didn't find anything!" Torren snarled. "So either you're lying or you're covering for him. Which is it, Alberto?" My silence was more eloquent than I could ever have been.