Big Little Lies Writer Novels & Stories

"What theft?" "Don't play stupid girl. You were seen in Mr. Cross's study. Now a valuable pen is missing from his desk." She steps closer until I can smell the coffee on her breath. "You saved his life so he feels obligated to trust you but I see through you. You're after something. Money probably, or maybe company secrets you can sell."

Mystery solved. The post listed every one of my supposed offenses since the beginning of the university semester. [This woman only wants to stick to rich people. She looks down on students from ordinary families like us. I'm ashamed to even attend the same university as someone like her." At the bottom was an anonymous comment from a so-called "insider". [I'm her roommate. She never talks to any of us because she thinks we're poor. She has Sophie to protect her, so why would she bother with people like us?]

Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.

“I’m just telling the truth.” I wanted to slap him. Or maybe I wanted to scream. I couldn’t decide which. “You don’t know anything about truth,” I hissed. “You live in Marco’s shadow, doing his dirty work, thinking that makes you better than everyone else. It doesn’t.” He tilted his head slightly, his tone still calm. “And yet, here you are — living under his roof.” “This is Cal’s roof technically, not Marco's.” “Hmmm, is it now?”

“Well, Mr Harding is from this state, born and bred. Left home at the age of twenty with no reason stated. He's said to have started his career right after he left home and cut off his parents who were—” Louise suddenly looked up from her phone, which she had been reading from all this while, to see the annoyed look on Maren's face. “So you knew all this?” “I'm a secretary ma'am, that's basically my job. I take my paperwork very seriously,” Louise answered triumphantly. “And you didn't bother to tell me?" “Respectfully, ma’am, you never asked. You were all too excited about the entire thing that I didn't want to bother you with irrelevant details about such a famous figure."

Vine hissed, but we all heard it. I set my utensils down and looked at her directly. “I was doing laundry, and yeah, I stayed a little longer than expected. But nothing happened. He left right after.” Thank God they didn’t know about the other stuff that happened. It looked like they bought my story, and no one pushed for more details. I focused on my food and ate quickly, keeping my head low. The last thing I wanted was to be the main character in someone else’s lunch break drama.

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

People like him , who were monsters behind closed doors, always wanted to pretend to be saints in front of people. He cleared his throat and tried to look composed, "Last night at the party someone attacked me when I was looking for restroom". George said trying to dismiss this converstaion clearly lying about him trying to find restroom. It was fascinating to Sia how people like George could lie looking directly in someone's eyes, but she can't say much about it as she was not any better than those people. Everyone looked quite shocked after hearing that someone attacked George. Louis didn't want to look up and see George as he knew, he won't be able to control himself. So, he was playing w

“Well, little brothers? Why are you such hound-doggin’ bastards?” Elena pressed her fingertips to her mouth to hide her smile. “Us?” Titus laughed. “Says Mr. Sold a Threesome Story, Mr. Nailed Molly Peters Before She Got Famous, and Mr. Secret Sex Tape.” I hit him with a sharp gaze as Elena chewed the inside of her lip. “All in the past, Titus. Way in the damn past. And two of those things weren’t even my fault.” “You sold a threesome story?” Elena asked softly.

"I won't hide it from you—my lowest bid this time is nineteen million." The moment I finished speaking, Chelsea fell silent. I knew she had taken the bait. A faint smile curved my lips. Both of us, almost in unison, picked up our phones and sent out messages. Soon, the bidding results were announced. I secured the project—for fifteen million. Chelsea staggered, her body swaying. When she spoke, her voice was as rough as gravel scraping against stone. "Melissa… you lied to me again!" Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage.