Beautiful Liar Book Novels & Stories

One is Fire 'Beast' & Another one is Water 'Beauty' In all these games of revenge, ChitraGandha has a secret hidden in her heart and doesn't want anyone to know about this but Beast is ready to unveil every secret of her in the journey of HIS BLIND REVENGE. *** •Book 2) His FORBIDDEN Love

I loved my women as vibrant, sharp and witty, arrogant, bold, Sheila had them all, But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't all about trivia. I fell in love with Sheila because she was the next best trivia. I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes.

Chapter 1: Date a Liar Artemis, "This is madness!" I shouted while looking at the paper. My boyfriend, Jose has been holding for a minute now. "Totally!" he agreed as he aggressively holds his chin while remembering the words I just read to him. "This game really sucks, giving no choice to town's people but to participate and follow their silly rules!" I said and sat on one of the wooden chairs inside my house. We are here in the kitchen. We were having breakfast when this bad omen arrived!

“But you’ve learned when to bite and when to wait.” Lia breathed out slowly. “I don’t have the energy to hate anymore.” Sia studied her face, the calm behind the words. “Hate burns fast. Survival is slower.” Lia looked down at her hands. The ring caught the light, small flashes across her skin. “Do you think I’m surviving?” “You’re still here,” Sia said simply. “That’s how it starts.” Later that day,Sia found her again, this time in the library.Books were scattered across the table. Lia sat cross-legged on the chair, reading something about trade routes. Her lips moved silently as she followed the lines.

“Lunch is ready!” They stood reluctantly, hands lingering before they let go. --- Afternoon deepened into a golden haze. In the study, Nickey leafed through an old book, trying to steady his mind. The ledger lay nearby, waiting, reminding. Trina entered silently, gliding across the carpet. “What are you reading?” she asked, perching beside him, her thigh brushing his. “Old stories,” he muttered. But his eyes betrayed him, drawn to her lips as she leaned closer.

Ordered a dupe. The fake hadn't even arrived yet and now the original sat in my hands; like a mockery. And when I thought I was done hunting in the forest of luxury, I saw the jewelry; delicate and minimal. Diamonds that caught the light selflessly. My chest tightened.. Leonardo. If he does this for someone like me; for a dinner, then what would he do to a his woman? Heat rushed to my cheeks and I shook my head hard. Stop it. This is strategy and not romance.

Her face was full of grievance, her expression pitiful, as though she'd been wronged. If I hadn't already lived through the nightmare she orchestrated—my body destroyed, my family annihilated—I might have fallen for her act all over again. Who would have thought that the childhood friend who grew up beside me like family… would be the mastermind behind my family's destruction? "Chelsea, you're biased against Andy. He's my fiancé—he would never harm me." But the moment I finished speaking, the finance director, who had only just left, rushed back in, panic written all over his face.

Thank you so much for reading His Pretty Little Liar - The Devils Snare - Book One. It has been a pleasure riding this journey with you. Not to worry, The Devils Snare Series is not over yet. Book two in the series is: Submitting To The Devil - The Devils Snare - Book Two Synopsis:

But shame still sat heavy in my chest, a familiar weight I'd carried for years. "Because it's embarrassing," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Nice girls aren't supposed to read books about..." I waved my hand vaguely at the cover, unable to say the words out loud. "About what? Love? Passion? People finding each other?" Liam moved closer, and I caught a hint of his cologne, something clean and masculine that made my thoughts scatter. "There's nothing wrong with that, Deborah. Nothing shameful about wanting to read stories that make you feel something."

“Sit.” She did, the wood cold under her legs. For a moment she studied him, the lines around his eyes, the storm still brewing in his gaze. “You’re wrong about him,” she said simply. Damian arched a brow. “Am I?” “Yes. Eli’s not the leak. He couldn’t be.” “You’re certain,” Damian said, not a question but a challenge. “I know him,” she said firmly. Damian leaned forward, voice low. “You think you know him. But people hide things, Lily. You’ve seen it. You grew up in this house. You know how many faces a man can wear.”