Big Little Lies Novel Summary Novels & Stories

I gnawed at him. “You were drunk yesterday’s night and...” “I was drunk?” My eyes widened. “You don’t remember?” I raked my brain trying to remember what happened but I can’t seem to. “You are lying” I accused. “And why would I?” “Because you are trying to cover the story of what you did yesterday and me lying in your arms this morning” “Is that my fault. You were the one lying on me” “Let’s just forget about that” I quickly said, my cheek turning tomato.

Two months had slipped by since Vivian retreated to this peaceful corner of the world, a decision shrouded in silence. As she sat on the bench, hands gently resting on her growing belly, she whispered apologies to the life stirring within her. "My dear child, I'm so sorry. I'm just so afraid that your father might not truly love me," she confessed to the soft breeze, her voice a blend of love and fear. Her solitude was interrupted by the rustle of the newspaper she picked up, the headlines grabbing her attention with a shock so profound it felt physical. Emma and Steven, caught in a web of conspiracy and attempted murder against Brian. The reality seemed too surreal, too distant from the lif

How was that even possible? "Mamma, he said he is our pappa, is it true?” Caleb and Lulu asked, they were already in his arms, I didn't realize when they left my side. Caleb was on his right and Lulu was on his left. “Clinton?” ********** ~AUTHORS NOTE~ Hi dear reader, Clinton is back in the picture, and I'm excited about his reaction. Let me know if you want Loren or his POV. Thank you for the gems, they keep me writing. A review will be nice too. Love you!

Will Chris say something else other than what we agreed? “I asked him why was he staring at you with a shock pikachu face. He said he was probably just staring at you and Clara, culturally shocked as he doesn’t have such open announcements in his previous school.” I relaxed internally. Seems like Chris knew what he was doing. I silently thanked him. For agreeing to lie for me. And for thinking of a reply to deflect his expression. “And with that, Detective Jasper solved the mystery of the third wheeler! I identified the suspect, confirmed the perpetrator and the motivation of crime!”

“Hey Mama, sorry I missed your calls. I’m okay, just really busy with some applications and opportunities. Something big might come through soon. I’ll call you properly tomorrow, okay? Eat something good and rest. Love you so much.” Sending it felt like another lie on top of all the others I’d been telling lately. She sacrificed everything for me. She got pregnant young, raised me alone, and made me promise I would never repeat her story. No baby without marriage. No struggling. No shame. And here I was, jobless, pregnant by a stranger whose face I never even saw clearly, about to enter a fake marriage with a billionaire I already knew I would despise.

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

If I couldn't lash out, it was the least I could do for Claire, and I listened on as she gave us the bullshit and twisted version of the whatever happened. "“What nonsense is he spewing? Does he think he’s writing fiction?”" I muttered as I tried hard to wrap my head around it. I wanted to pull my hair out as her story just didn't make sense or match with the Claire that I knew. So he was definitely lying.

"Rachel, what’s happening? The men in black not only wrecked my shop and locked up your brother and sister, but they also stopped Evans' job and refused to cover your oldest brother's school fees. They threatened that if we don’t give back the store, property, and cash, your siblings will rot in jail forever. Rachel, what did you do with Lucas? We can't offord to offend them." Rachel's eyes filled with tears, and she didn’t try to hide it. With a shaky voice, she replied, "Mom, Lucas cheated on me and got his mistress pregnant. She was waiting for me at our house and pretended to fall, losing the baby. Now, Lucas wants me to leave with nothing." "What kind of sense does that make? Why should

"You disappear for two days. You come back pale and shaking and so thin I can see your ribs. And you want me to believe nothing happened?" "He didn't do anything." "Then why did Boston go all the way to his house to get you?" I opened my mouth. Closed it. The lie was right there. I could say Boston came to get me from a hotel. A party. A friend's place. Anything. But she was looking at me the way she used to when I was a kid and I had broken something and tried to hide it. She already knew the shape of the lie. She was just waiting for me to fill in the details.

"Rude, honestly. I had questions." Heat climbs into my cheeks, and I press both hands over my face like that might erase the last ten seconds of my life. Clara hops off the counter and drops onto the edge of my bed, mug balanced against her knee. "So let me understand this. You lied about owning a billionaire's car, accidentally climbed into his lap, and somehow left with a contract." "That's an oversimplification." "And now he's personally carrying you home after hours because apparently you can't hold your liquor.”