Another Word For Liar Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Not just some random accusation.” My irritation deepened immediately. “Do not tell me you are entertaining this nonsense.” Darien shrugged lightly. “I am entertaining possibilities.” Liora nodded rapidly. “Yes exactly.” I burst into laughter suddenly. Cold laughter. Disbelieving laughter. Liora stared at me in confusion. “You really think this pathetic story will save you?” I asked harshly. Her face paled instantly. “I am not lying.” “You expect me to believe Nia stabbed herself just to frame you?”

She just kept her steely gaze on him. "I hate cockroaches," Brigail blurted in a clinical tone. "You know what I hate more than roaches, Barry? Liars. At least a cockroach respects me enough to wait for me to sleep before it craps in my food. Liars, on the other hand, throw a load of dump on me while trying to hold my gaze." "I am not a liar, Brigail! I told you, Eli's trying to turn you against me. If you can't see the truth then—"

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."

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.

Liam simply looks agape at my words, “ Who told you these words?” Liam questions his countenance beginning to change, I pulled myself out of his hold, walked away from him back to the bed, “ Nobody said anything to me, I just thought so,” I lied to him, with my back turned away. Liam walks up to me again, this time he looked and sounded pissed, “Did you hear anything?” he asked, I pursed my lips in a thin line without uttering a word back to him, “You did didn't you?”

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.

"I haven't touched you. Don't you think it's exaggerated to use that word?" "Well, nobody knows that," I muttered. "Everyone's going to think I am sleeping with you because you got money and fame and ...," "Does it really matters what those stupid people out there say?" Liam demanded. "They say a lot of shit about me because I had a long history of relationships. Womanizer, casanova, heartbreaker etc etc. Not that it's entirely wrong but they had just twisted it like I enjoyed breaking a girl's heart. But I don't give a shit. And now all that matters is what you think of me,"