Book Liar Novels & Stories

Hoping I’d heard wrongly. “I can’t do this anymore.” Sapphire breathed heavily, her voice cracking as she continued. “Every day I wake up feeling like a stranger in my own home. I can’t keep wallowing in guilt. My husband… my kids… I can’t… keep lying to them!. I will do anything. Anything to get out of…” “So what are you gonna do about it?.” Lyra asked, cutting in. “You shouldn’t be here if you are so sure of what you want, my dear. You should be at the Don’s… tea-talking with Lazarus.”

"Gavin, you must calm down. I am on my way to the station with your lawyer right now." "You are coming here?" Gavin asked. His fears suddenly flew away and he relaxed. The redness from fear that had begun to form in his eyes disappeared. "Of course, I have to come; a family member is in the station," Oliver said. Lila finally understood why she was so good at lying. Both her mother and brother were very good liars. She hoped that her son did not inherit that from her and she could not believe she was wishing something like that given the situation at hand.

I started, placing one hand on her shoulder to show temporary comfort. "I'll tell you about something called the almadate. My friend Luke, the tall one you must have seen with me on news, he invented it as a temporary means against the liar gas so when you told me you found out I was bisexual, the only way to protect myself was to lie." I sighed, moving further up the bed, drawing my knees to my chest and leaning my elbow against them. "But that's the same thing as lesbianism." She pointed out, a disapproving look on her face.

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.”

A Web of Secrets, Desires, and Billion-Dollar Deals . Rubi leaned in closer, ready to reveal the hidden truths that could change everything they thought they knew about Lloyd. She smiled mischievously, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mystery. "Oh, Savita, there are things about Lloyd that would make your head spin. Let's say he has more skeletons than anyone could imagine in his closet. But rest assured, my dear, those secrets will never see the light of day."

—ARTHUR. - “Would you like to ask Ms. Brianna Brown about what happened?” Liam asks, his voice cutting through my thoughts like a dull knife. Ask Brianna? I scoff without thinking. The sound comes out sharp and automatic, laced with disbelief. There’s no point. I know her. She’ll lie. She’ll twist her words into something that sounds believable, maybe even sympathetic, but it won’t be the truth. I can already see the tilt of her head, the innocent eyes, the careful pause before she spins the narrative.

He finished his story with tears streaking down his cheek. "You are the boy from the story, arent you? I could tell from the start" Lia said noticing the tears in his eyes. For the first time, she looked into his eyes and all he could see was a young man who has walked through volcanoes, and not a thief. But she dared not believe all his stories, they might just be another bait to lure her into another trap.

Liviana was a liar. She was a good liar- she lied for good reasons; for safety and peace of mind. Fibs is what she called them, minimizing the act of deception by telling herself that it wasn't with any ill intent. She wasn't a horrible person or untrustworthy- she was smart. She was careful. And she only did what was necessary for her survival. She told little white lies, which, in comparison to the lies her parents told- waving them like a red flag as they dared the world to call them out, was nothing. Compared to the rest of her family, Liviana Castelli was a saint.

He couldn't believe that his girlfriend didn't believe him. “Criminals!” he spat. “They are criminals out there who kidnap people like it's their full time job. ” Barbie shook her head again. But this time, a smile was etched on her face. . “That’s the worst lie you’ve ever told.” “It’s not a lie!” Lewis ran both hands through his messy hair. “There was this old woman who fainted, and we were taking her to the hospital and then some guys stopped the ambulance and…” “Stop.” Barbie held up a hand. “Enough of your lies.”

"Here. I have, like, ten. I steal them from my shift at the library." I looked at the pen. Then at him. "Thanks," I whispered. "I am Liam," he said. Offering a lopsided smile. His teeth were straight, but one canine was slightly crooked. It made him look real. "I sit behind you usually. You have really good posture. Like... intense posture. Like a dancer." "I was," I said. I really was. Before I became a scholarship charity case who slept with older men and forgot how to function in society.