Every Lie My Darkest Days Novels & Stories

“So I misunderstood that this guy is your friend. And I misunderstood that you guys are engaged and want to get married. And I'm sure I got it wrong, too, that you were just lying to me the whole time.” She held up her hands in a soothing manner. "I didn't lie to you..." "No, you didn't," he interrupted, his tone now caustic. 'You just kept a few things secret, that's something else entirely, of course. A little secret here, a little swindle there—none of that bad.” “Let me at least explain how it happened,” she pleaded desperately. "Well, I'm really looking forward to it. What are you going to tell me this time?" He smiled cynically: "You can skip that, you don't seriously expect that I'll

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

Someone then hugged her from behind while his warm breath brushed against Morana's nape, as if to tell her that she was not in the darkest depths of her feelings. There is another figure here who will help her stop thinking about her darkest desires. Morana slowly opened her eyes and lowered her hands that were covering her ears. She blinked her round eyes with a lot of emotions reflected in them. Then she whispered. “I love you…” A word that even she herself was confused about why she said it to Daniel. Her mind was so confused and all she wanted right now was to feel safe. Safe from everything, even from herself. Morana didn't want to hurt herself anymore like she did last time. The stitch

"It's not your fault. I thought it was mine. You died in my arms. I thought I killed you." "No!" she pulled away to look at me in the eyes. "Don't you ever think that way!" "Hush, I know that now," I gently pulled and sat her on the edge of the bed. Then I kneeled in front of her. Our eyes now leveled with each other's. "Those were the darkest days of my life. Everything seemed to stop. I was barely existing to survive," I told her exactly how I felt during those times. I sighed. "I'm not the same man I used to be," I muttered.

An emotion I haven’t let myself feel in a long time sinks into my chest, sinking its claws in deep. Fear. I replay the absolute, gutting terror of being too late for her, finding her lifeless… “Fuck,” I groan, sitting up again. I press my palms against my eyes again, trying to push the image out, but it doesn't go easily. My nightmares mirror my reality, my deepest traumas, and my darkest fears. Knowing I was only minutes early to save Gabriella from danger some days ago makes this particular dream impossible to push to the back of my mind like I do the others.

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

Not me. Something wicked flickers in his gaze. “You’ll see.” I don’t want to see. I don’t want to see what he has planned for me, and I definitely don’t want to work for him. “That date wasn’t real, was it?” I ask numbly. I don’t even know why I care, but the deceit is still disturbing me. Being used like that…made to feel one way when something more sinister was gathering beneath it all. “I don’t date,” he mutters uninterestly, flipping the cover of the book up that lays on my bedside table. I flinch at the intrusion, trying not to be offended by how distasteful he seems to find my mundane life.

I tell my story, I lie by omission, because the voice has never left my body, because the phone under the mattress continues to beat, like a heart I cannot stop, like an eye I cannot close, and I sense that every word I utter feeds it, that every sentence I choose to leave unsaid nourishes it silently. Alex looks at me sometimes, anxious, but I feel that his eyes want to believe in the truth I offer him, and it is then that I understand that the cruelest lie is not what I tell the police, but what I allow him to believe: that he can save me, that he can fix something, while what I carry inside is far vaster and darker than he imagines. They ask me questions about the handcuffs, the light, th

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 64 ****** Oliver had the longest night ever as he couldn't sleep but kept tossing around for the night to be over so he could go to the Dark Shadow Hill. He wasn't going to tell a soul about it, all he needed to do was sneak out of the house as early as he could to the place to discover something. He had water and a little food to sustain him in case things got messy. He was scared of this journey but he tossed aside all of his fears. If he was a Lycan King as they claimed, he should be prepared for anything and not get scared.

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.