Book Review We Were Liars Novels & Stories

"What do we do now? The only ones whose ages match are the four of us. There aren't any other candidates. With that psycho family, I honestly think if no one reconnects with them in three days, they might just kill all of us." Obviously, none of us wanted to die. After thinking hard, I offered a suggestion. "Mason has records on every kid who's ever been through this orphanage. Maybe we can comb through them carefully and see if something was missed. Like maybe the heiress was actually adopted out already, and me looking like Mrs. Cox is just a coincidence." With our lives on the line, we decided to go all out and headed to the orphanage director's office. Laurel was always Mason Lane's favo

By dawn, his legs were so numb he had to crawl and stumble for half an hour just to stand. He whispered a final, broken apology to the photo and began his descent. He didn't go back to our house. Instead, he visited the dilapidated apartment we shared as young adults—a place where we huddled together on a single bed for warmth, sharing a cheap tin of meat and feeling like we owned the world. He visited the corner cafe where I used to read by the window, and he climbed the ten thousand steps to Lover’s Leap, where he found our faded prayer ribbon: Julian and Elara, Mates Forever. He untied it with trembling hands and tucked it against his heart. It took over a month of burning through every c

We'd decided to grab dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city. Over a glass of wine and a plate of decadent chocolate cake, Warren grilled me about my interview. "So, tell me everything. What did they ask you?" I laughed, enjoying the playful interrogation. "Okay, okay. They asked me about my experience, my skills, and my goals. I think it went well, though." Warren's eyes sparkled with pride. "I knew you'd crush it. You're going to make an amazing lawyer." As we chatted and laughed, I felt a sense of ease with Warren that I'd never experienced with anyone before. It was like we were two old souls, connected on a deep level.

I waited her out, my teeth clenched together. Her gaze returned to me and her head tilted to the side. “How did you manage to do it?” she began. “Liam isn't one to be seduced by a cheapskate like you. So how did you manage to get yourself entangled with him?” Was that jealousy in her tone? Who exactly was this woman to Liam? She certainly wasn't a girlfriend or a wife cause it was made clear in his bio that he was single. “Are you naturally rude and condescending or is it something common with you rich folks?” I asked, finally unable to hold my tongue. “I thought you guys would have half the brain to differentiate between rumors and the truth but I guess you people are not that wise.”

Cole takes another step and my hands fly up involuntarily. “I’m tired Cole, I think it’s best we finish tomorrow,” I mumble. Cole frowns, before spinning around and walking out. I close the door softly behind him, and shaking my head. I attempt to go back to normal, reading my book, trying to retain the information in it. The many books he used to convince me that I still have potential to have a wolf just like others. My fingers slide down the aged papers, hoping this would distract me from my inevitable doom. I take a sharp breath. How to distract yourself from your own death?

“This world is nothing but liars.” Dante slid his arm around her waist, his lips brushing her hair. “Then let’s be the best liars of them all.” Their eyes lingered on their daughter, the wolf and his queen watching their heir sleep, their reign carved in blood, their future balanced on lies. For now, it was enough.

She then pulls out her phone and does exactly that while I stand still, for once not having a clue what to say or how to respond. Ella: We Were Liars sat on my bedside table, finished and ready to find a new home on my bookshelf. My heart kind of broke after reading it, but still, the novel was great nonetheless. I feel like novels that bring out strong emotions in you are the best novels, the ones that you can't put down, the ones that make you laugh out loud, the ones you want to throw across the room and rip out the pages, and lastly the ones that make you cry. Those are ones that truly hit you, render you speechless, and make you think about it for days after.

Only a withered body, without the strength to fight. That was what the story said, that was what she read that one night she found the book. Lara couldn’t help but want to throw it to the fire and burn those words. But she stopped, then read it again and again. Memorizing the words… The book was wrong in many things… so many details were omitted. She knew it was on purpose, or maybe not? Why? Why did the author do that? Who was the one who wrote that lie? Which what purpose?

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

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.”