Big Little Lies Novels & Stories

Jill, sitting next to her, leaned over her shoulder, took one look and gasped. The headline read, 'Supermodel Scandal - Jury Member Mick Fairgate: Fornication With a Minor?' Directly below was a large picture of Mick, captioned 'Mick Fairgate - The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing ' Jill skimmed hastily. It was essentially about the report at the time for indecency with a minor and the allegation that Mick had regularly abused participants in the show. There has been a lot of claims and speculation surrounding these two main pieces of content, and all information has been said to come from a reputable insider source.

Clara sat in her plush apartment, tapping the long, polished fingernails of her hand against the champagne flute. A wicked grin crept across her face as she opened up her laptop and scrolled through photos and whispers of Sabrina's success. Sabrina Ultra, the brand, was now the epitome of elegance and resilience, of strength and creativity. That was the thing Clara had hated about it. I will let the world see what is really behind that faultless mask,' Clara thought wickedly to herself, her eyes blazing with wickedness. She approached a tabloid journalist known for such sensational stories. Clara went into detail, anonymously to be sure, about the lies about Sabrina's past life with Benedict

I said in raspy gasps. “Who calls you bunny, Bella?” Antonio asked through gritted teeth. “No one calls me that,” I wheezed out as he cut my air supply off. “YOU’RE LYING!” Antonio snarled. “No, I’m not,” I declared. I tried to believe my own lie so he would think I wasn't lying. Please believe the lie. Antonio looked deep into my eyes and was satisfied with the answer. He let go of my neck, and I heaved in breaths of air into my burning lungs.

Ophelia wore a high collar to hide the bite marks. Carl didn’t bother. Everyone noticed. Lilith cornered her in the library. “So… you gonna tell me, or do I have to psychic-rip it from your head?” Ophelia glared. “It’s not what you think.” “You did sleep with him.” Ophelia said nothing. Lilith gasped. “Oh my god.” “Shut up.” Lilith squealed into a book. “Okay, but also… finally.” Ophelia buried her face in her arms.

“Careful, Lucien.” Lucien didn’t even look his way. Camera flashes bounced off the glass at the end of the hall. Reporters’ voices carried up the stairwell. “Is it true the hospital falsified records?” “Was there a cover-up?” “Is this about the Cole family trial scandal?” Her stomach flipped. This wasn’t private anymore. Her grief had become a headline. Lucien leaned in, barely above a whisper. “If you don’t trust me, fine. But trust this—Daniel doesn’t want the truth clean. He wants it to blow up.”

"Ignore the knuckle heads. Welcome to The Rebels, I hope you know what it is you're getting yourself into." She looks at me and I give her a little head nod. She gulps and turns to look at Eric, "Yes I do and I'm prepared for it." Eric smirks, "I like you already. Don't worry about anything okay? We are not major thieves or anything. All we ever do is steal food to eat and make money from selling it." "Don't you have to worry about getting caught?" Lucy queries. "Not exactly." Bill answers, "If you ever get caught,which you most likely wouldn't ever be, most families would let you go out of pity and probably even give you the food willingly." he tells her.

But it came out so small and so loud at the same time that Riley pulled me into a real hug, the kind that hurts your ribs, and I let her because what else was I gonna do? We sat there on the bathroom floor for I don’t even know how long, whispering plans that sounded ridiculous even as we said them fake “I miss you” texts, fake “one last time” hookups, fake casual hair-stealing while my brain kept spinning through every single unprotected second that led me here. The party noise from last night felt like it happened to someone else. The 98th percentile felt like a joke. All I had now was three plastic sticks, one best friend who refused to leave, and a whole list of guys I was gonna have to

The whole country roasted him online, and every dirty detail of his life spread like wildfire. Meanwhile, the internet found out that Riley had returned to the country. They tore her apart online, peeling back every scandal, every ugly truth. They revealed that Gigi had been born from an affair with a married, rich guy. That man went bankrupt and killed himself. Riley lied to Sheldon, said she "didn't believe in marriage" and had a kid through IVF. Then, when she went abroad with him, she cheated with other men behind his back. And when Sheldon lost it all, she dumped him and ran off with some foreign guy. When he got sick of her, she dragged herself back home, broke and desperate.

I smiled wryly. "We had, but we weren't sure if that was just a rumour or the truth." Drew told me. "I'm sorry to hear that it was the truth." "It's alright." I shrugged. "What happened?" Dan asked, probing further. I pursed my lips, wondering what to tell them. If I lied flat out, I would have to remember what I'd told them to keep the lie consistent. But if I only told them vague details that wasn't quite a lie but not the whole truth either then that would probably be easier.

“We didn't take anyone at all, I just did what I was asked.” “And what was it that you were asked?” Cal eyed him suspiciously. “To tell you exactly what I had said if we get caught.” “Where are the other men?” “It was just the four of us, I think they are dead somewhere.” “Get me a knife,” I held his balls right in my hands. “P-p-please, I swear I'm telling the truth.” “Another lie,” I pushed his trousers down, “hold him down for me.” Cal pinned him to the upturned car.