Everything Is Perfect When You Re A Liar นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I always get what I want. And all I want is you. Your heart. Your everything. So I’ll do my damnedest to earn it.” My pulse stutters. “I’ll tell you you’re perfect every day,” he continues. “Because you are. My Dot. My perfect little liar.” A pause. “Mine. And that’s not going to change. Ever. Okay?” He says it like a promise. Or a fact. It’s terrifying how convincing he is. Terrifying how easily my heart betrays me, skipping a beat at the intensity in his eyes. “…Okay,” I manage. The tension breaks when he straightens, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Now go on. I want to hear your commentary. Preferably with endless praise for my impeccable taste and overall wonderfulness.”

--- “Because I believe it.” She held his gaze. --- “And if you’re wrong?” --- Silence. --- Because that— That was the real question. --- Not hope. Not intention. --- Reality. --- --- Adrian didn’t look away. --- “Then we deal with it,” he said. --- Her brows pulled together slightly. --- “That’s not a plan.” --- “It is.” --- A pause. --- “It’s just not a perfect one.” --- --- Something in her chest shifted. --- Because perfection— Perfection had never been real.

Another perfectly curated day, another beautiful performance, ‘cause that's what this is. A performance and I play my role flawlessly. ✧ ⋄ ⋆ ⋅ ✫ ⋅ ⋆ ⋄ ✧ By the time I got back home, my smile ached as I closed the bathroom door behind me, staring at my reflection. Perfect hairdo, perfect makeup and a perfect lie, I exhaled sharply. I walked out of my bathroom, dropping into my bed lazily and my phone buzzed; Mama. I hesitated before I slid up the answer button reluctantly, placing the phone on my ear.

Casen stood there paralyzed. Snapping his head back, he looked Tyler in the eye. “What did you say?” Without a second delay, Tyler whipped out an international fashion magazine. The model on the cover glowed with confidence. “Look at the model. She’s a spitting image of Donna!” Casen stared at the cover, his fingers trembling. Tyler was right. The model was me. After faking my death, I traveled to Finland all on my own. I threw away every trace of my past to live for myself.

What he would give to have his greatest worry be the toppings he wanted on a pizza he’d only pick the meat off before discarding. “Hey…” Jamie said, noting the dip in his mood. “It’ll be okay, you know.” She walked over to him, kneeling before him before cupping his face. “It’s fine, we’re fine. All those people that were after us…they’re after bigger fish now. You’re not tangled in a case and my mom’s not tangled in crime.” “You’re right.” He lied, wanting very much to drop the subject. It wasn’t that simple; it never was. Long-life species were masters at the wait game.

Carefree The day I woke up feeling like I had gone ten rounds with the world heavyweight champion. I was so angry and hurt, I wondered if, in my sleep, I was fighting all night. Images of Victor's face kept creeping into my mind. He didn't seem like a mean or vindictive person. Sure, he was extra and a bit flamboyant in his style. Always perfectly dressed, rather casual, or in a suit and tie. Not a strand of hair ever out of place. So clean and orderly, a bit of a perfectionist. But even with all of that, he doesn't seem harsh or cruel. I moaned, forcing myself out of the incredibly comfortable bed, heading into the bathroom.

I woke up with sunlight creeping through the blinds, slicing gold across the sheets tangled around my legs. For a brief, stolen moment, I forgot everything. Forgot the badge on my dresser. Forgot the wiretaps and threats and suspicions. Forgot the man sleeping beside me had once lied so beautifully I almost forgave him for everything. Raffaele lay on his side, one arm under the pillow, his chest rising and falling with a rare kind of peace. He looked younger like this. Softer. Human.

You sick liar. ________________________

Damn Mama…. Lexus purrs in my ear , making me beam with confidence. My leather pants outlines my curves oh so perfectly , while my leather jacket sleeves are rolled up. My lipstick is bold and bright red , while my make up is done in a way that makes me look badass sexy. My black hair flows down my back – I look perfect , well almost perfect. I take a black cap , which had been laying on my bed , in between my fingers and then places it on my head.