Big Little Lies Novels & Stories

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

It was perfect. Now I was at my gullible reporter’s place. Her house was quite small, but I could manage. I fed her some lies, saying that after the incident that night I was insulted and bullied by everyone at home, so I decided to leave. I told her I couldn’t stay in a place where I wasn’t loved. She believed me. Obviously, she had no choice. She was completely under my strings, and now she was at work while I was alone in her quiet apartment. Even though the place smelled like newspapers, it was still manageable.

If it was a competition, he didn’t stand a chance. “Oh,” Sabrina said softly, her voice tinged with realization over something Denzel said. She covered the phone’s receiver and turned to me on the bed. “What was the film about?” she asked, a hint of panic in her voice. “I don’t know,” I said lazily, still sprawled on the bed. It was a horror story with a romance subplot. I didn’t tell Sabrina that. Sabrina looked away, a little panicky. “I’m sorry, Denzel,” Sabrina said into the phone after uncovering it. “I honestly wasn’t watching. My life’s been a mess.”

"I thought, iba ang trabaho niya..." "And pinaghihinalaan din ng mga pulis na maaring nagtata-trabaho siya sa sindikatong kalaban ng agency... " Patuloy niya. Humigpit ang pagkakahawak ko sa kutsara. "Kung ganoon, matagal na pala siyang nagma-maskara." Natawa ako ng mapakla. "Hindi ko akalain na ang minsang naging parti ng kabataan ko ay isa palang masamang tao. World and the lies." Umiling ako. All this time she's deceiving us, her parents who trusted her so much, and me, who believes her that she's a good deed but we're all wrong. She's not.

"Mamá stepped out for an hour and she called the house three times just to check up on me. At some point, I begin to feel like I am holding them back from their lives." Blaine took out his hands from his pocket, taking a seat on the bed, beside her. "Well, that is for your parents to conclude," he said. He pursed his lips, allowing his eyes wander to the plain white wall. "When I was young, about eight years old or so. Can't really put a pin on the age. I got a bad case of pneumonia. What made it even worse? It was just about the same time my father got laid off from work. Things weren't going great at all. They had to spend every thing they got on my treatment. My Mum was supposed to start

I watched as he went back up to the porch and opened the door. “I got arrested.” That still made no sense. There had to be more. “We’d been having issues and I fell back on some things I’d been doing before I met her. I lied about it and downplayed the whole situation. I didn’t realize the whole story would make the evening news. We’d just sat down to watch a movie when my face popped up on the screen along with—” He cut himself off and forced a smile. “She’d been struggling for a while with post-partum depression and things from your dad. I never thought it would escalate to what it did.”

Before Khloe Lewis, my mother died; she clutched my hand and made me promise to give her diary to Foster Lewis, my father, without ever sneaking a peek at it. The moment he finished reading it, my father's expression changed. He slapped me hard across the face, and from then on, he beat me at the slightest provocation. A year later, my father remarried. Rachelle Lewis, my stepmother, was gentle and kind, always standing up for me and protecting me. Then my father let out a cold laugh and took her to read my mother's diary. When she finished, disgust twisted her face. She grabbed a cane and beat me until I suffered broken bones. After I came of age, I met Princess Coraline while hunting.

Penelope had spent twenty-two years in a story that had been actively maintained by her own family's money. She had been nine years old. She had pulled me out of a river and was shaking on the bank and been too shocked to speak, and the adults had come and her sister had told the story and her parents had later learned the truth and paid to keep the lie in place. And she had grown up inside that. Had grown up inside the damage of being overlooked and sidelined and never once being told that what had actually happened was real and true and hers. "Diane," I said. She looked up from her notes.

“No way, Layla.” “Oh, come on. He’s still in love with you.” “And I’m not,” I deadpanned. "Anyways, he’s flying back to Los Angeles on Thursday." “What did you do?” “I just told him you’re still single so maybe he still had a chance.” She gives a sweet, unapologetic smile. “Why did you do that?!" I slump back into my chair. "Well, you’ve got until the day after tomorrow to figure it out,” she says, standing.

My name is Lilly-Ann, I'm a reporter for The New York Times or more like a detective. I uncover the stories no one else is willing to unravel. And this time a have one hell of a fish in the frying pan. We recently heard about this big hotel tycoon named Gustav Lenkov the third. He just opened a hotel here in NYC called the Starlux deluxe. He looks so innocent at first glance but the more you get to know him the darker it gets. Rumours has it that there is some bad shit happening behind the curtain, like gangster stuff. Human trafficking type of thing or so I was told. I never believe anything until I can see the proof. Several reporters tried their luck at getting the true story, but non suc