Another Word For Liar Novels & Stories

After hearing my word he looks dismayed and said "Lily, please. What has gotten into you?! Is it brainwash? huh?! Or did they tell you something? Liliane, everything they said is a lie. Don't believe in the- " I cut his word with anger plastered on my face as I glared at him and speak with cold and sharp words as if I'm is made of ice. " Shut up! Whatever they say, lie or not, it doesn't matter anymore. The fact that you all betray my trust and deceive me is true. It's there and it's real. So save your words and take me on Lucas. Or are you turning into a coward because you're cornered and there is no hope of backup? HAHAHA, you look pathetic right now Luc."

He drawls, going by my first name which is shiver worthy. "Lying is for wimps. Cowards. People who can't own up to the choices they've made or are about to. People who feel they need to earn others' validation. People who think others should have a say in the things they do. Weak people. I'm none of those, so I do not tell lies, Layla. I'm a man of many things, just not a liar." The aura switches so fast that I might faint. Every comeback is in my throat, but I don't speak. His head is so close.

“Maybe I’m just that boring.” His jaw tics. He leans closer, enough that I catch the faint burn of cologne and smoke clinging to his jacket. “Boring isn’t the word I’d use.” I meet his gaze, forcing a smirk. “Then what word would you use?” He doesn’t hesitate. “Liar.” The word slices straight through me. I grip the apple tighter, skin splitting under my fingers. “That’s a pretty strong accusation.” “Not an accusation.” His voice is steady, deadly calm. “A fact.”

"She's... a liar." Liviana scoffed. "What?" "Yeah, she's-" he shrugged, searching for the word. "Crazy, bitter, jealous." He listed, listening to her conflicted sigh. "She's awful, Liv!" "Blaze..." "You know you can't trust her," he continued with another step in her direction. "You know that she's wrong. That she's just looking for a reaction." "So what?" Livi scoffed, louder this time. "That might make her a bitch, but that doesn't make her a liar."

“When I asked him if we were into illegal dealings he lied to me, drugs are as illegal as they come!” “That was such a stupid question, we kill people for a living Lola” Tommy scoffed. My look turns into a heated glare, a look Tommy matched, all traces of amusement leaving his face he cocks an eyebrow. “I doubt he straight up lied” “Omitted, misled, it’s the same thing Tommy” he still deceived me. I blinked repeatedly trying to will back the rest as disappointment flooded me and I felt my strength leave my limbs, I was sure of it, and I tried to recall the exact words he used. “Something about not harming the innocent-“

Especially after she told him the truth about her last relationship. “Someone who is dishonest and cannot introduce you to his family?” Charles continued. The building’s silhouette covered half his face, making him look devilish. “Leila, I’m many things but a liar. You know what liars do, right? They lie and tell more lies. Do you want to live another life of lies?”

"I hate talking of other people so let's forget about Sheila." Well, neither do I, but sometimes we live for curiosity. "You're right, you might start thinking I'm a gossip." I pout. "A gossip? No.” Liam laughs heartily. “Perhaps a little snoopy." "I'm not snoopy," I strongly deny. "It's not my fault that your friend has a reputation of his own." "Not everything you read about him is true," Liam argues. "Those people who call themselves journalists are capable of making up just anything so as to sell whatever they have to."

Kara spurt out, looking very disappointed. "Is there any other word for someone who sleeps with multiple men?" I replied to Kara sarcastically. "You are a liar, you bastard! You are making this up, so you can put me behind bars again," Kara cried out, but no one was buying her crocodile tears anymore. She would not manipulate the elders or me into playing right into her hands, never again.

Lies again. I'm such a liar.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.