Cinderella Was A Liar Novels & Stories

“Tiny thing, maybe five-four? Asian, super pretty, early twenties. She put it down and hurried away like she forgot something important.” My heart did an Olympic-level somersault. Petite. Asian. Pretty. Makes Filipino rice cakes like it’s her love language. Dalia. I gripped the bag so hard the handles creaked. “She… ran off?” I asked, voice cracking like a thirteen-year-old. The lady nodded. “Yes, dear. Almost like she overheard something and got spooked.” Jacob was still clueless, munching on invisible popcorn. “What’s the big deal? Secret admirer?”

"Quilla, keep it down. We have to keep Leo's return a secret." "Oh, I know. I've always known." She clapped again. "I can't believe you did it. I'm so proud of you, Cinderella." I gaped at her. "What do you mean you've known?" She huffed and put her hands on her hips. "Obviously, I knew who was inside the glass lyre." "You could've told me," I said, stomping my foot with indignation. Her eyes got soft. "If I told you the truth, would you believed me?"

This time everyone in the room was now staring at Cinderella and her Beautiful Octuplets. Just then, Liam held Rhoda’s hands and dragged her out of the room without anyone noticing except Elizabeth who had followed them without them knowing. TBC

"Sei please talk to me . I can't see you crying like that . I will kill that bastard tomorrow so don't worry ." "No! Don't do anything to him . You will be taken to the court ." "Then tell me about it . I will listen as long as you tell me ." "You won't believe me ." "I will believe everything you say , you just say it . " "Well you see I have the fairy mother's blessings in my voice . " "What!? " "Yes the fairy godmother blessed my voice when I was seven years old . " "You are saying the fairies exist ?" " They do . Do you not believe me ?"

Winds blew my black not so long hair after I stepped outside for the first time after almost two hours inside the train. We gathered in circles, divided by the Edge we came from then a guy wearing a suit appeared in front of us. He’s old and has beard all over his face. “Welcome to the Center, Liars!” he shouted. Liars, that’s what we’re called, the participants of this stupid game.

"How is it that someone like you, who is so intelligent, is working as a maid?" Her arms fell weak. Not only did she not see that coming, she never thought that she would be asked such a question, so she had no direct response prepared. But, she definitely was going to work her way around it. "Uh... things have never been so..." she made a whoosh sound with her mouth as she processed her lie. "Things have just being so difficult and since I needed a very huge paying job, working as a maid for some rich folks didn't sound so terrible. And... here I am."

She sighed frustrated. "You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully. "Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder. "Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well. The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink. Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.

He pointed to the screen. I glanced at it. A giant headline jumped out at me. [The Innocent Cinderella Is Not What She Seems: Secret Trysts Revealed! Monday, Wednesday, and Friday With Him—And Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday With…] I scratched my head. It looked like the kind of trashy gossip article you'd find in sketchy tabloids. Some random scandal, probably. Then I scrolled down. The first photo was a close-up of my face, dark circles and all, looking like something straight out of a horror movie.

"And you really thought that little of me? After everything?" "I thought that little of myself!" The words burst out of her, raw and devastating. "I thought....I thought I was nothing. Just a liar and a fraud and someone who didn't deserve love or kindness or help. And when you gave me all those things anyway, when you were patient and generous and perfect, I couldn't....I couldn't believe it was real. Couldn't believe I deserved it. So I kept lying because lying was what I knew. Lying felt safer than risking the truth."

"There is no way that I will allow her to die just for who she is. Is that not what we have been fighting for, for years?" Conrad sneers, rolling his shoulders, but soon gives in, nodding. "Fine, I will come as well." He eyes his wife harshly before his expression softens. "Anywhere you go, I go." "I will not go," Jasper almost whispers. The group freezes as they stare at him. "What," Alma squeaks. "She has lied too many times. She is the Princess and her kingdom has fallen. This is the way the world works. If she is executed, then it is how it is meant to be."