Another Word For Liar Novels & Stories

This fools seem to be having a field day by tarnishing my image, online and offline. A short, dangerous, humorless laugh left me. Leon gave me a look of recognition. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop.” “What?” I breathed. “Can’t you see what this people are doing to me?” He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. All he could do was sigh. I continued reading, and I laughed again. “This punk called me a social climber.” Leon didn’t respond. “They called me opportunistic,” I looked at Leon. He just stared.

even when i don't deserve it. “Mom! I swear I am doing nothing wrong.” I said again lying and yet not. What is it called? White lie right? Apparently, my life is becoming just that. since the day i have come to know Aaron is my mate my life is just that. a big fat white lie. i am always hiding either from Aaron or from my families and friends. honestly, by now this relationship is looking more of a burden than a blessing.

"I would like to meet personally that friend of yours—" "NO!" I exclaimed, cutting her off. "I m-mean ... H-He's busy and ... and ..." U g h! I coudn't compose my own words due to my exaggerated reaction. Only now did I realize that it's really hard to lie even if I got the title as professional liar of all time. "Is that so? Okay, maybe next time then?" she looked at me, as if waiting for my confirmation on her statement.

I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to let my curiosity lead me to something I would end up regretting, so I shook my head. "I'm not interested in your proof, I know that your words are fallible and so I cannot even spare you an ear". He chuckled, "you have a twisted understanding of me, Lyra. Although I may have done or said a thing or two that got you messed up in the past, I certainly am not a liar". I laughed, it was quite a funny thing to say considering I knew some things about him, "what are you saying? You are the definition of a liar. Your whole being is a lie!"

"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."

“You’re lying, I have several punishments rolled up my sleeves for liars. Leila, I don’t fancy liars. “You’re so full of yourself.” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Mhmmm…. not fully erect as I want to be.” “Uhmm. What?” I asked. He smirked slightly. “Nothing.” he replied. Which made me more suspicious of what I heard, or were my ears hearing the wrong thing? “What do you mean? Say it again.” “I said nothing, what else do you want to hear? How I jerk myself off to your name?” “You are impossible!” I exclaimed.

“Em, think! You are a mess. You’ve been crying. You’re wearing melted Rocky Road like it’s the latest fashion. You just word-vomited your entire existential crisis onto my lap. You are in no state to talk to him! You haven’t even slept!” True, everything she said was true. I’m sure my voice isn’t the best right now, and if I answer, Jin might notice I have been crying. If he asks, I’ll have to come up with a lie, and if I do… Liar. That’s what he called me. He could see right through me. “He’ll hear it in my voice,” I breathed, the realization dawning like a bucket of ice water.

I realise I’m in a dark street with nobody around besides a man who makes me feel like a mouse in a trap. I force a smile, gesture aimlessly at the road ahead. “My friend will be with me soon,” I lied. “She’s coming back, such a ditz.” He laughs. “You just said she’d bailed. Make your mind up.” “Figure of speech,” I lied again. “She’ll be back… anytime now…” “Sure she will.” He takes a step towards me and I take a shuffle back. “You can drop the lost little girl shit.” “Sorry?” I keep my smile bright, even though my heart is thumping like a bastard.

Confusing me, But then, he suddenly let out a short, dry laugh, rubbing his face aggressively. “This must be the universe punishing me.” I stood there, frozen. My hand fell to my side. I know Lucian to be a lot of things. He is arrogant. He is possessive. He can be cruel. But a liar? No. Lucian was never a good liar. He certainly wasn't an actor capable of faking this level of despair over and over again. I stumbled backward. A step. Then another.

John did not let Sherry finish and said to Caprice, “Yes, she’s that liar.” Caprice pouted her small lips and looked at Sherry, huffing in anger. Her expression seemed to say, ‘Don’t even think of lying to me again, you liar!’ Sherry only felt like there was a thorn stuck in her throat. She clenched her hands, but not long after, she smiled at Caprice again. “Caprice, I’m really not a liar. I’m your—”