Everything Is Perfect When You Re A Liar Novels & Stories

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?”

If only I was perfect too, if only I was that perfect, perfect enough to do all that, without having to worry about anything else, without having to worry about my hideous teeth, or chubby cheeks. ‘‘Are you okay?’’ she asked again as she snapped a few fingers in front of me. ‘‘Yeah sure,’’ I breathed, ‘‘I am great, very okay, just zoned out for a minute,’’ I explained and lied. Lied that I wasn’t wondering for the hundredth time why she was perfect and I wasn’t, why I couldn’t be like her or everyone else around me that I knew. ‘‘Oh okay, so what are you doing?’’ she asked.

"Romano." Noah and Michael froze, their eyes on her. Romano chuckled. "I wanted you to understand what happens to traitors." Her mind was back to Leo's body, the blood spreading around him. "That was sloppy," she said coldly. "You're usually more. refined." Romano buzzed with hum. "I didn't need refinement. Only a reminder. You can't win, Lena." Lena sat back, attempting to be calm. "If you were so sure, you wouldn't be calling."

At least, I don’t need to make lame excuses about my mistake of telling him I was falling already. “There was no reply,” I answered, but I saw how he flickered his eyes and pressed his lips for a few seconds, then he nodded. I looked around me, thinking that the fact I was on an island with him was the same as being imprisoned in this place. Suddenly this magical place turned to be horrible in my eyes. I bit my lower lip, fighting the tears to fall. “You’re lying,” he professed and stared at me with the question as to why I did not tell the truth.

Finn begins and I would have laughed if I wasn't glowering intensely at the scum bag of a human in front of me. "Funny," Eli states with a pointed look, even though everyone here knows Finn isn't exactly joking. "I'm here to apologise for all the fucked up things I've done. I wanted payback for the hell you've put me through. Now that I have," he draws in a breath. "I'm done." "If that's supposed to be an apology, that's a pretty shit one," Kiarra says in a frosty voice. "I spent a long time obsessing over ways to get back at you both. I chose two of the worst things to do and I thought I'd feel much better, but I don't. I'm just... sorry. For everything."

she sounded worried and confused. I quickly switched the call to video. The moment Lila saw the luxurious bedroom behind me — the big bed, the elegant curtains, the expensive furniture — she screamed so loud I had to turn down the volume. “Oh my God! Hazel! What is this place? Did you win the lottery? Are you being kidnapped? Did you scam someone? Tell me everything!” I laughed softly and tried to calm her down. “Lila, relax. I didn’t scam anyone, and I definitely don’t have a sugar daddy. Stop saying stupid things.”

"Though the pirate voice was... unexpected." "He's a multifaceted man," Aurora said coolly. She walked to the car. Liam walked with them. "That was..." Liam started, running a hand through his hair. "That was hell." "It was a test," Aurora said. "And you passed." "Only because you cheated for me," he said. He looked at her. "Thank you." "He needs you to be real, Liam," she said. "Not perfect. Real." "I know," he said. "I'm trying."

I kept it at the back of my mind. Then the text from Aria the night of the gala. He's everything, Jordan. That “everything” bothered me. Perfect is not a word that applied to people who were actually real. Real people were specific. They had things that were good, things that needed work, histories that were complicated and patterns that repeated. Nobody who was real was everything. Everything was what you said about someone when you hadn't found the edges yet or when you'd found them and chosen not to look directly.

“You’re just like everyone else. You’re smooth. You’re charming. You’re perfect at pretending, but in the end, you’re the same as the rest. You took her. You used her.” “Used her?” Ray asked, his voice low, laced with confusion. He took a step closer, his brows furrowed as he tried to piece her words together. “Lia… what are you talking about? What does that even mean?” His confusion only seemed to inflame her further. She threw her hands in the air, pacing like a caged animal. “You don’t get it, do you? Of course, you don’t. Why would you? You only see what you want to see. You see the polished exterior. You don’t see the cracks—the damage. You don’t see me.”