Everything Is Perfect When You Re A Liar Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

His voice was filled with anguish and bitterness. “No matter how much I messed up in the past, I have never been unfaithful to Bonnie. I have never been with another woman. “You manipulated me with your lies and clouded my judgment until I pushed her away. I hate myself for not seeing through your games sooner!” Casen’s emotions spiraled. “If you hadn’t tricked me into going to Sicily, I could’ve spent a lovely Valentine’s Day with her. If it weren’t for you, Bonnie would still be here!”

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.

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.

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.

This jerk. His smile widened at the sight of her. “You never failed to amuse me, woman. A beautiful liar, that's what you are,” “Why do you keep telling me that I’m lying?” "You just told me you wanted to take everything slowly, didn't you? Yet, here you are stripping right before me. Can't you get any more inconsistent?”

* *Every lie delivered with perfect conviction. *"She's rewriting the narrative," Lia breathed. "Making herself the victim."* *"And it's working," Dorian said grimly. "Comments are 80% sympathetic to her. Media outlets are already picking it up."* *Julian stared at the screen, his mother's face filling it.* *"She'll never stop," he whispered. "Even from Geneva. Even with all the evidence against her. She'll keep fighting until someone destroys her completely."* *He looked at Caspian.* *"So let's destroy her."

Every word which you utter 7 years ago While looking in my eyes, on which I believed more than my life was only a lie a pure lie You Are a LIAR shiv You are a Liar. But why My Heart is refusing to believe in all these things which are happening around me. I want to hate you. But My Heart isn't ready to listen to me. It only wants to love you. Why my Heart is yelling only one thing that you are innocent & perfect. My Heart always reminds me that there is something which I don't know I am just fed up with this fight which is happening between my heart & mind. She said to herself. She doesn't know that in which direction