Arima Your Lie In April Novels & Stories

“I know you are the country. Don’t even pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” “I’m sorry…” her voice broke. “It’s just…I’m a bit of problems right now and I need your help.” “You…” I stopped. My voice was loud in anger. You can control your emotions, Ariel. I sighed. “What did you do?” “I need drugs.” What?

Ari turn to her side and no one was there, only then did she realizes it was a planned act. for some reason, she didn't feel angry. She watches the man walk toward her and hold onto her arms leading her to the table that was beautifully decorated for two with champagne and two wine glass, with two plates on each side...She didn't refuse and just go along with everything, not like she could do otherwise though...He pulls a seat for her before taking his, on the other side. He didn't know what to say, staring at the wine on the table, he grabs on the bottle and opens on it as it sounded with a loud pop and ever so gently, he pours out some into her glass..." why are you doing all these?" he st

"I'm giving you exactly ten minutes. Pack your things and get the hell out of here!" Flora Reeves's voice was sharp and pleased with itself. I remained unfazed. "If you claim to be the boss's wife, show me some proof. Empty words mean nothing." I was sure she was bluffing. To my surprise, she actually pulled up a few photos on her phone and shoved the screen in my face. In the pictures, my boyfriend, Louis Walsh, had his arm wrapped intimately around her waist. He was smiling tenderly, kissing her hair, his eyes brimming with absolute adoration.

Kisha got the lingering glances, the inside jokes, the “urgent late-night meetings.” My phone buzzed. Video call: Daniel 💍. My heart stuttered. I smoothed my silk robe, forced my lips into a smile that didn’t reach my eyes, and answered. “Hey, baby,” I chirped, voice honey-sweet. Daniel’s face filled the screen, tie loosened, top button undone. Behind him, the hotel suite’s chandelier glittered like a taunt. “Jayla. You okay?” “Never better,” I lied. “Just missing you.”

on the screen, I felt an overwhelming wave of irony. "Honey, why didn't you reply? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to come back to accompany you?" His anxious voice came through the moment I picked up numbly. "I was in the shower and didn't see your message. Focus on your work. Come back when you're done." I lied. I didn't want to see him right now. Rudolf exhaled audibly, relieved, then said gently, "Alright, get some rest. I'll bring you a gift when I come back."

"And if I were to get marry, why in fuck's name would it be Gloriana Conti?" “Because, this is not Romance. It is alliance," he replied. Alliance. Of course.. of course, that's what this is. Marriage as a contract. Love as leverage. A woman as a strategy. “Conti capital. Conti government ties. Conti international holdings. This is immunity," he said. “We already dominate immunity," I said. Silence stretched, thickening between us and he leaned back in his chair, " You will attend that dinner. You will behave appropriately and you will not mess this up.”

"Now try again." Jill struggled with the armbars again and winced when he suddenly stepped up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "You have to lean properly," he explained, pushing her back. "Upper arms horizontal, forearms vertical." His fingers brushed her arms, adjusting them, and shivers ran down her spine. “That's good, now squeeze slowly, breathing in. - Good, and slowly back, exhale.” As Jill followed his instructions, he stood behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, occasionally correcting her posture. His touch was gentle and caused a longing tug in her stomach. She had trouble ignoring it and concentrating on the exercise.

canceled, like I was a dentist appointment he didn't feel like keeping. I stared at the message until my vision clouded. Then I opened our text thread and scrolled up, past his cold responses, past the address for yesterday's texts. All the way back to the beginning. Liam: 'Fourteen days. Give me fourteen days. Let me show you.' Fourteen days to teach me how to make Arthur choose me. To make him put me first. To give me the power I had never had in three years of being his secret. We were on day nine, five days left, and Liam had just... disappeared.

The need to talk to someone just came to her and she immediately opened her laptop and FaceTimed her friend, after two rings she picked up, her blonde hair was messy as she appeared in front of the screen, she had a sleeveless blue shirt one and it was pretty obvious she had just woken up. “Ari, what the hell girl? It’s like 4am” April complained as she ran her hands in her hair to make it presentable. “So sorry for calling so early but it’s actually 10am here” Ariana said smiling “Yeah yeah, whatever. What’s up? You look happy, have you gotten yourself a sexy boyfriend?” She asked causing Ariana to roll her eyes. “God April, what is you and a sexy boyfriends? And no what will be doing with

“At first I was really cool about it. Maybe because I was in fucking shock, because as soon as I got home I started to freak the fuck out. I wasn’t sure if April was delusional or if I was going crazy. And what the fuck would it mean if she was telling me the truth? It took a few days, or a week or so? But when I saw Emma shift for the first time I had no choice but to fucking believe her.” Ariel seemed to think about my answer and then spoke again, with her soft voice. “Someone said I was special and that he would be there for me. But when he saw me, he looked mortified.” I smiled, “just because you like someone or fucking love someone, doesn’t mean you can’t freak out. It also doesn’t fuck