Ending Of Your Lie In April の小説・ストーリー

April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was. “I’ll hunt your ass and show up in your fucking dreams. I’ll terrorize your life.” “You have a wolf; you’ll go to the moon like the rest of us.” April said, sounding annoyed with her mate, but I knew she loved that man more than anything. “Sounds kind of nice. We’ll party it up with the Moon Goddess and have barbeques on the moon every fucking night. So maybe, when I go, you go like a year later or so? Let me get the layout of the fucking land so I know all the right spots. And then we can tear the moon up.”

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

I walked over to the reception desk and took a sheet of paper and a pen. A flash of triumph lit Sophia’s eyes. Noah had stopped crying too. He peeked at me through his fingers, and I caught the faintest curl of a smile at the corner of his mouth. I wrote a few lines, signed my name, and handed the paper to Sophia. “Happy now?” She snatched it from me. The moment she read it, her face changed. “Lucas, you tricked me!” The statement read: > I, Lucas Barner, agree that if it is established that I have physically harmed Noah Turner, I will forfeit all of my assets. However, if the injury is proven to have been fabricated or caused by another person, Sophia Turner will leave the marriage with not

"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.

I lied, though my voice was trembling. Vence stepped closer, his eyes dark and hungry. He reached out and gripped my waist, his large hands squeezing my flesh. He pulled me flush against him, and I felt it the hard, thick length of his cock pressing right against my stomach. "Stop lying, April. I can smell it on you. You're fucking soaking, aren't you?" I let out a whimpering moan and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I am." "Good girl," he growled.

she whispers loudly, “blink twice.” Alexander laughs softly through the speaker again. I hate both of them. “Tomorrow,” Alexander says smoothly before I can disconnect. “Nine a.m. Don’t be late, sweetheart.” Then the line goes dead. I stare at my phone in disbelief. The audacity. “The sweetheart thing would absolutely work on me by the way,” Emily says helpfully. I glare at her. She drops dramatically into the chair opposite my desk. “So,” she says excitedly, “office romance?” “There is no romance.”

He kissed her tenderly, then added with a smirk, "Even though in your case the lies have very nice legs." END

I mutter, reaching for my toothbrush. By the time I emerge from my room, showered and dressed in jeans and a simple navy sweater, April is already in the kitchen. She stands at the counter in her pink silk robe, hair piled in a messy bun, pouring coffee into two mugs. "Peace offering," she says, sliding one toward me without meeting my eyes. "Extra cream, two sugars." I accept the mug, wrapping my hands around its warmth. "Apology accepted for ditching me." "I'm sorry! I did that, but you needed to step out of your rut," April says, finally looking at me with a small smile. "What the fck was that about with Liam?"

"I’m just tired." Lucifer wasn’t convinced. He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing further. "Don’t lie to me, April. I can see something’s bothering you. What is it?" Her heart pounded harder, the pressure of his question weighing on her. She couldn’t tell him the truth, not after what she’d overheard. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look up at him, even though it took every ounce of her strength. "It’s just... I’ve been thinking about my family," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady. "I miss them, especially my mother."