Arima Your Lie In April Novels & Stories

" While I comforted her, I recalled how Julian had always been measured in everything aside from his defiant side when he swore to marry no one but me. We'd been together for ten years. I thought time had made him more rational, but Zoey's attitude made it clear to me that I was no longer the one who could stir anything in him. I left the company group chat, sent Julian a breakup text, then blocked him everywhere. Just then, a black Maybach pulled over to the roadside. The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face. "Get in."

it reached through my ribs and pulled. I had seen him around campus before third year political science, one of those guys every girl whispered about but none could really figure out. The ones with wounds in their eyes and fire in their smiles. The kind that stayed with you in your sleep. But that day was different. That day, he looked at me. And I looked back. He approached me like the world had slowed down for this moment, like we were being choreographed by something bigger. I still remember his voice! low, smooth, playful.

"Is betraying your own blood also the kind of mistake any man would make?" Julian’s mouth opened, but no words came out. "And the tattoo," I pointed to his chest. "Changing my iris into her dagger. Was that a moment of weakness, too?" "I can change it back!" he said desperately. "I can have her mark burned off, I can get your iris again!" "It's too late." "No, it's not!" Julian suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it hurt. "Seraphina, we can start over! Just talk to Dante for me, get him to give me another chance, I swear I'll never—"

Paul was formal, distant, and occasionally dismissive in ways that were small enough to deny but consistent enough to be undeniable. Paul tried to understand it. He went over everything he could think of — things he had done, things he had said, ways he might have failed without knowing it. He examined himself the way you examine a room after something has gone wrong, looking for the source of the damage. He found nothing. There was nothing to find, because the reason for Carlos’s coldness had nothing to do with anything Paul had done. It had everything to do with a lie told in a prison visiting room twenty years ago, by a woman who was now in the ground and couldn’t explain it.

Mira said nodding but not looking that convinced and lisa picked up her stringlet. “This one’s called ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ by Rod Stewart and it’s about to become your favourite.” She said. Mira nodded like the name actually meant something and lisa showed her the notes she needed.

I asked, quickly taking the pill from him. "That’s correct." "Great, bottoms up." As Thia and the others tried to stop me, I quickly drank the contents and swallowed the pill. "If I don’t manage to make it." I said as I could feel my heart beginning to slow down. "Make sure that Arabia knows that I love her dearly." Finished speaking, I stumbled backward and then crashed to the ground as my vision blurred and breathing became difficult. ‘I’m coming…’ I sent out to an empty space. ‘Please just wait.’

No it all had to be a lie. Aiden, my supposed love, settling for me as a second choice? The comparison to Laura stung, and I struggled to maintain my composure. "You're just trying to manipulate me," I retorted, my voice shaky but defiant. "Aiden loves me for who I am, not because of some resemblance to someone else." He chuckled dismissively, reveling in all of my discomfort. "Oh, Valerie, you're so naive. Aiden may be with you, but his heart belongs to Laura. You're nothing but just a consolation prize, the one he settled for when he couldn't have the real thing."

Travis teased with a twinkle in his eyes. "Well if you insist, but don't say I didn't warn you, I sing really high so you might want to cover your ears." I sighed in defeat at. I didn't accept taunts well, bite me. I searched my memory for a song that was high enough so that they wouldn't be able to recognise the voice. I decided on a cute Disney song from Thumbelina called 'Let Me Be Your Wings'. When the song ended most were staring at me and others were clapping.

But believing was getting harder. Her phone buzzed—unknown number, again. She waited, watching the screen glow in the dim room. She finally answered. Silence. Then slow, steady breathing. Human. “You are inside the archive room,” a distorted voice said. Her heart hammered in her chest. “Who is this?” The voice ignored her. “Open the third cabinet from your left.” She gripped the phone tighter. “I’m not doing what you say.” A soft, unsettling chuckle. “You already are.”

She almost had an heart attack when she saw Iver came out of her room, her mind immediately started running, trying to process the best believable excuse to give. "April? Where did you go? Just came to check on you," Iver said. "Oh! I was.....thirsty," April lied. Iver folded his arms against his chest and watched her for a few seconds in silence, April's heart thumped in her chest. "Are you-" he paused, furrowed his eyebrows, "never mind," he ended up saying. He turned around and went into his room, slamming the door behind him. April knew he knew something and that something has irked him and right now, he definitely doesn't want to talk about it. She only prayed that, that something has n