All The Lies Book Novels & Stories

Fingers crossed I actually have the time to do it tomorrow. I know. I’m sorry. Again. But like I said earlier… it’s been a lot, my sweets. I’m really sorry to disappoint you. But on a lighter note, we have about 30 chapters or so left on From Lies To Loyalty. Yes. We’re actually nearing the end of this amazing book. Can’t believe none of you called it. I suppose that’s because, just like me, you lot don’t want Lizzie and Reese to come to an end either.

He lifted one hand and touched my chin, raising my face so I had to look straight into his eyes “You have been staring at my ass during lectures, haven’t you?” I nodded, too ashamed to speak “And you have been imagining my cock inside this your small body?” My eyes widened. How did he know? I nodded again, my breath coming fast He leaned down until his lips were close to my ear. His voice became rough and raw. “I have noticed you too, Lia. Every class. The way your nipples push against your top when you look at me. The way you tense up and squeeze your thighs together. I know you are wet right now”

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

All of it. Every lie. Every truth. Every moment in between. It all led here. To this. To us. End of Chapter 120

“I promised him. But I was so excited, and you are kind of involved? So please. Don’t tell anyone else?” He connected his palms in a praying pose and placed them on his head. “Ok, I won’t. Your secret is safe with me.” I replied. I won’t effing tell anyone, Jas! It’s like opening a can of worms! My fingers tapped on the table, thinking. Chris told Jasper to keep it a secret. He agreed to be strangers. He agreed to lie for me even when he wanted to admit that we were staring at each other. And he really did lie when asked. Even tried to keep it low when identified.

Seeing his pathetic state, Brian handed over the last thing I had left behind. Reynold eagerly opened the thin envelope and pulled out the papers inside. They were the medical records of my four previous miscarriages. The moment Reynold understood what he was reading, his vision suddenly went black, and he fainted. When he woke up, prison awaited him. The day before his incarceration, I received a large sum of money from him along with a letter. His words overflowed with regret, and in emotional passages, tear stains had smeared the ink. But none of it mattered anymore. I had already begun my new life, and I wouldn't waste another thought on him.

People we hadn’t heard from in years started calling. Cousins. Friends. Distant relatives. Everyone wanted to know the truth. And then it got worse. A new rumor started to spread. That I was never pregnant. That I was wearing a fake bump. That I was infertile,and had stolen her child because I couldn’t carry my own. I laughed at first. Until I cried. Because that’s what lies do when they take root. They grow into forests that swallow even the loudest truths. I called Granny again.

But when she thought about it later, as she lay nestled in his arms in her bed, she thought that telling lies and telling the truth had a few things in common. She'd learned that if you told one lie, then you were pretty much guaranteed to have to tell another one to explain or justify or cover up that first lie. Then a third lie, to protect the first two lies. Then a fourth, to shore things up and to keep the house of lies from falling down. And on and on, lie after lie, until it was like a snowball barreling on down a hill. You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them.

Don't fuckin tell me you've fallen in love with this man? My stomach twisted. “I...i ..I haven’t. It’s... complicated. He’s dragging his feet on the divorce from Jayla. Election season, headlines—he’s paranoid.” “Paranoid? Or smart?” The voice sharpened, like a knife edge. “You’ve been in that house for months now, belly swelling like a trophy. If you’re not his wife on paper soon, you’re exposed. And if you’re exposed, I expose you. Everything—the lies, the setups, the money trails. Poof. Gone.”

All the lies! “I didn’t kill him. We didn’t kill him. Even after what he has done. We can’t kill him because we are ready to forgive him if he would just ask for it. But he didn’t. Instead, he partnered with our company’s number one competitor. And he gave them everything he knows.He made that company invest in him. But they did not succeed on bringing our company down. E did not succeed. That company gave him death threats. So he ran from them. But he was caught, so he was killed.”