Beautiful Liar Book Novels & Stories

“And what does this Lovia Diaz do to warrant such…a caution?” Clarissa leaned forward, her voice a touch too sweet. “She’s a thief, a manipulator and a psycho bitch who's always three steps ahead. We’ve been… dealing with her for some time.” How dare she call me a bitch Infront me,my nails dug lightly into the satin of my clutch under the table, but my expression remained politely curious. “Sounds like a rather skilled adversary.” I uttered, with a delicate smile. Alejandro’s lips curved in something like a warning before responding, voice low but cold.

But he helped destroy it. That night, as my father lay dying, I remembered the look in his eyes as he stared at Andrew. It wasn’t gratitude. It was accusation. And I fool that I was took it as a blessing. I took Andrew’s hand. I became his mate. I gave him five years of my life. My marriage. My home. My lover’s touch. It was all a lie, wrapped in guilt. Because the one he loved… was never me. It was always Daisy. And I?

There was a distinct look of horror that crept onto the woman’s face, distorting her features so that she nearly resembled someone else. “Where…where did you find this…?” “In a book that’s recently changed owners. It was tucked away inside the pages,” Demetrius replied simply. He didn’t know how Scarlet had managed to get her hands on it and had never gotten around to asking but it’d become an important piece of an ever more complete puzzle. Helena gazed at the faces that lined the report, transported to another time and place.

" The words slipped out before I could stop them. To my surprise, Liam laughed softly. Not mockingly. Almost as if he appreciated the response. "You're free to decline, Ms. George." "Good." "However, I believe you may regret it." My jaw tightened. There it was, the bait, the mysterious opportunity, the vague promises, and the deliberate curiosity. Whoever this man was, he was very good at his job. Unfortunately for him, I was stubborn. "Then I guess I'll take my chances." Before he could respond, I ended the call.

NANCY'S POV I was very aware that Zade was likely watching this. Watching me read something that was clearly affecting me. Part of me should probably be embarrassed. The other part—the part that had woken up this morning—found it thrilling. I kept turning the pages, slower now, letting the words sink in like warm honey dripping down my spine. The bodyguard had the heroine pinned against the heavy oak desk in his office, one big hand fisted in her hair, the other yanking her skirt up around her waist. No time for panties—he just hooked them aside with two thick fingers and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. The book described it so raw: the wet slap of skin, her choked gasp, the way her na

"You said you were staying in your room last night. And yet you went out." The nerve of this fucking asshole to call Leia out on her going out after saying she was staying in her room. At least she had been telling the fucking truth at the time, since she was fucking planning on staying in as she was fucking saying it. This fucking wanker had lied straight-up to Leia, and he had the fucking audacity to say SHE lied? This fucking gormless cockwomble piece of shit. "I was planning on staying in last night," she replied. Her grip on her phone tightened and she began to pick at her lower lip. "But then Haylie asked me to go out. So I did."

I muttered, rocking Jodie. I had to let Flavia focus, so I stepped away from her and let my eyes roam around the section, hoping I would find a few books myself. Despite the countless eye-catching books with captivating covers in that section, I couldn’t shift my gaze off one particular book because it stood out to me. “Of course, it does,” Liya grunted as we both looked at the dirty and half-torn small book. “Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.”

Then turning to Aldo she said, “I know she's your wife, I heard the staff gossiping.” “I guess nothing is hidden around here,” Liya laughed lightly. Aria only looked down at her book avoiding eye contact. Liya didn't seem deterred, she stepped closer to her, peeking at the book in her lap. “Wow, I love that book. That's a great choice,” she said smiling. Aria looked at her under her lashes. “Really? You read too?” she said with piqued interest. “Absolutely. You're going to find it interesting, it’s a lovely book,” Liya said.

He was unable to determine who he was fully, but the connection to the Reaper Palace was something else to look into. "They won't. Do not worry." Balli said. Her eyes were glassed over as another eye opened. On her forehead, a third eye appeared. "Master Ren and Zia will be fine. Such a beautiful Cultivation. So many dragons... she looks so beautiful." Balli's body shook as the third eye closed. "Ugghhh!" "I .. do.. not.. want.. to.. die!" Zia screamed. Her clothes tore and her skin ripped. She was bursting from the inside out.

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but