Big Little Lies By Liane Moriarty Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Because that's kind of a hard story to believe.” I laughed, this time because I was nervous. “Yes. Why would I lie to you guys?” I continued lying. This was how people sank further and further into lies. For a moment, I imagined the worst. What if I push myself in too deep? What if it became harder to climb out of the lie and I just kept on going and going with it until I couldn't get up again? What if I found myself forgiving Alex all because I couldn't face the world as the cheated-on fiancee?

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

That night I got home (well, the new home, this stupid mansion that smelled like money damn,) and Riley was already in my room, sitting cross-legged on my bed drinking straight from a bottle of alcohol she definitely stole from the kitchen. “You okay?” she asked, eyes red. She’d been crying again. Probably over Harper, her on-again-off-again girlfriend who cheated on her every other Tuesday. “No,” I said, flopping face-down next to her. “My life is a dumpster fire with extra gasoline.” She poked my side. “Tell me.” So I told her. Everything. The professor. She took another swig, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, “Huh. That’s kinda hot.”

She insisted there must be a trap behind it, that I'd be left holding the bag. Only later did I find out the project had been taken over by her. At my birthday banquet, Andy gifted me a rare blood diamond. She claimed it was some kind of southern sorcery—that wearing it would curse me, turning me into his puppet. And now that the company's cash flow was in crisis, and Andy stepped in to help, she was once again spreading nonsense, insisting his money was dirty. But if it really was dirty, then why in my previous life had she been able to use that very money to rise so spectacularly?

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

Reese is up at 630 a.m. She wants to have plenty of time to eat and dress before Ali arrives to pick her up. She can’t believe how lucky she is to have landed a job at the Butterfly building working for Luca Myles. Luca Myles is not only good looking, but he is smart and well mannered, she thought. “And Hot!” she said out loud.

So, I waited until I found out the whole family was dining at an upscale restaurant before making my move. With so many people around, they wouldn't dare kill someone outright. On top of that, I had worked all kinds of part-time jobs to make money in the past. I knew a few people on the restaurant staff, so getting inside was easy. When I deliberately walked past the Coxes with this face of mine, Gillian grabbed my arm excitedly. "Wait. Are you from Dawnridge Children's Home?"

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

She’s asleep in my arms. “What did you say?” Dante asks of the man outside. “Mommy,” the voice repeats. “Please, let me in.” I take a step closer, eyes wide. I can see through the crack the figure of a little person--a kid. Long hair. Bare feet. Playing with a teddy bear just like Emilia. The button eye of the bear is shining in the light of the porch. The hand of Dante closes his gun. “Carina, stay back.” I can’t. My muscles act without my brain being able to restrain them. I come nearer, and look through the opening.

They'd been there not up to an hour, so she decided to wait a little longer. “I'm sorry, I just have to ask. How did you handle things?" Maren blinked a couple of times, unsure of what this lady actually wanted. “Well, it wasn't easy like you said, but it just had to work out. And I guess that's what kept me going," she replied. Careful not to say what she has actually gone through. She wasn't about to tell a complete stranger how her life was and is tearing apart. For all she knew, she could be a reporter digging for dirt on the elite.