Big Little Lies Writer Novels & Stories

Mum handled that. “You’re really taking this marriage thing seriously, aren’t you?” I’d remarked. He looked at me dead in the eye. “Seventy percent of it is merely for my amusement, Rachel. Don’t flatter yourself.” Those words were a direct hit to my ego. “You mean to amuse yourself at my expense?” “Let’s just say,” he said slowly, “you’re a very interesting little woman.” Little? My brain stalled. “I’m not little.” “Darling, you’re five foot five. I’m six foot two. Those heels you always wear have made you forget your actual height.”

Luca finished gently, sitting beside her. Her eyes flicked to him. “Exactly. I want to fight that. I want to write stories that make them answer for what they’ve done. Loan sharks, corrupt businessmen, all of them.” “You’d be amazing at that,” he said without hesitation. “You’re stubborn as hell and you don’t shut up when you know you’re right. Perfect journalist material.” She laughed, swatting at his arm. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

But that was a lie, and I had always been very bad at lying to myself. The laugh she gave when I asked about the boyfriend, I caught it. That half-second where her face did something involuntary before she smoothed it back over. I had watched Arianna's face for two years before she left. I knew what she looked like when she was afraid and trying not to show it. I knew the exact way her eyes moved when she was calculating instead of feeling. She was hiding something. The elderly woman, the boyfriend, was almost convincing. She had always been a careful liar. Thoughtful about details, but there was something underneath the story that didn't settle.

ASHLEY P.O.V "I don't have anything with me apart from my ID," I replied, attempting to sound bold. But despite my best efforts, my voice betrayed me, coming out shaky instead. As I filled out the loan application, my hands trembled, making it difficult to write my name with confidence. Deep down, I knew my financial history was far from ideal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that the secretary would reject me outright. However, I couldn't afford to give up hope just yet. There had to be a chance, especially since I no longer owed them any money. Ethan had promised to clear my debt if I came to dinner with him, and I had faith that he, being a wealthy man, would uphold his word.

He moved away now, walking toward the chair and sitting down slowly, like the weight of something unseen had settled on him. “People think betrayal starts with big actions,” he continued. “Big decisions. Big mistakes.” His gaze drifted briefly—not to me, but somewhere else. Somewhere internal. “But it doesn’t.” A pause. “It starts small.” His fingers tapped lightly against the arm of the chair. “Small lies. Small secrets. Small things people think don’t matter.” My chest tightened slightly. Not visibly. But enough for me to feel it. Because every word felt like it was brushing too close to truth.

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

Please, let me stay with you. After a long moment, I replied in a calm and distant tone, "You don't have the right to stay with me, Andrew. Everything you have belongs to Daisy, not me. Didn't you already make your will? "For years, I've lived in the lies you created. Do you know how much I hated myself when I finally learned the truth? I hated myself for loving you, for falling in love with the man who destroyed everything." Looking at the face I had known for 20 years, the one that had slept beside me for five, I suddenly felt no more hatred.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

“I’m sorry, but please hear me out! “Actually, I’m a fresh graduate! I’m just carrying out my internship! “John found me and asked me to play along with him by paying me a lot of money. I’ve also been forced to…” I was baffled when I heard that. “You actually harmed an old person over such a ridiculous reason!” John saw that his actions were exposed. His eyes flickered, and he started to make up stories. “Peter, Janice, I did this for a reason! “I was forced into doing this! Helen has not been pregnant after a long time. That day, she was in a bad mood when she found out that Gabby was pregnant, so she scolded her and accused Gabby of being my mistress.

“I stand by facts.” Now every camera zeroed in. She felt it—the weight of all those eyes. She didn’t look at Lucien or Daniel. “I watched my father sign a withdrawal form,” she said. “He asked to leave the trial. He was scared. He said something wasn’t right.” A ripple ran through the crowd. Lucien stiffened. Daniel’s expression twitched. “You’re saying he confided in you?” a reporter pressed. “Yes.” Not the whole truth. But not a lie, either. Her dad had hesitated. He’d asked questions. She was forging the truth into something stronger.