Everything Is Perfect When You Re A Liar Novels & Stories

"Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction." ― Criss Jami His dark piercing gaze glided upon her like a warm silken cloth, tickling her senses as his eyes moved from her head to toe taking her all in at once and Mahi felt an odd tingling sensation passing through the back of her neck, which couldn't be entirely termed as unpleasant.

“Do you know what it’s like? To think someone’s your forever, only to realize he’s just another liar?” The whole bar felt like it was spinning. I rubbed my face with both hands, trying to ground myself, but it didn’t work. Everything was blurry. My chest ached, my hands shook, and my voice was too loud. “Cam, please, lower your voice,” Hilda begged, glancing around at the other people staring. “You’re making a scene.” “Good!” I slammed my palm against the table, making both of them jump. “Let everyone hear it! Brandon Reed is a liar. He—he took everything from me.”

Pink’s hit anthem “Perfect” rang out from Leesa’s cell phone, pulling her from her sleep. The song told her it was Cali on the other end. Leesa thought the line about people not liking the singer’s jeans and not getting her hair was the perfect ringtone for Cali, and Cali had laughed delightedly when Leesa told her about her choice.

“What talk?” I asked, “I didn’t talk to anyone.” “Have you ever been told that you are a very shitty liar.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “You should stop trying because it’s funny trying to watch you lie when you obviously can’t.” “That is not true.” I said, “I would have you know that I am a very convincing liar.” “Of course you are.” He began, “Rule number 1 sweetheart; never play denial as a first tactic especially when you’re a horrible liar; everyone expects it and it’s so painfully obvious that it’s sad.”

Her shrill voice immediately drew everyone's attention. My gaze darkened as I hissed, "Let go!" But as foolish as ever, she refused to back down. She clamped her hand around mine, refusing to let go as she began shouting in the cafe. "Everyone, look at this gold-digger! She faked her own mother's cancer just to swindle money out of her husband! After her mother died because of her, she latched onto her husband again and took his house and car. Now, she's out here spreading lies about him having asthenospermia!"

I step out of the shower a few minutes later, the mirror is fogged, I wipe it clean and see a girl staring back at me, a used and fake queen, and Luna. Just a hollowed out shell she's wearing made from fake scent and expensive lies. “If I become perfect,” I whisper, voice trembling, trying to make myself believe it too, “it will undo it.” The delusion feels good for a second. If I'm flawless, his ideal type, then what happened that night won't matter, but the bond is really carved into the night and breakable from the look of things. A soft knock on my door, and my body locks. “Rhea?” Ethan's voice, gentle and careful.

"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."

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶G̶a̶r̶y̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶y̶o̶n̶ ̶D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ I need to be alone Please don't look for me It's better I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ this way I'm so sorry — Rowena Things needed to be kept brief. There was no time to say anything else. She had to get out before the others woke up. Or else she would never get to walk away. It was now or never.

"Because you're perfection. No one can be good enough. Trust me, I know." And it was little comments like that that made my stomach flutter and my face feels hot. "My p*ssy must have done a number on you if you're calling me perfection. I'm a perfect mess." "I don't know. It must have. I'll let you know if it changes at all tonight with my date. I might fall in love like my mother hopes." I laugh and we hang up. I sit outside of the club and lay my head back against the headrest. Liam and I have insane chemistry and I hate it. He makes it so hard to not feel like I'm walking on cloud nine every time I talk to him.

The conversation drifted, voices dropping an octave as the exhaustion turned into that easy, liquid warmth that only comes at the end of a long day and the start of a good bottle. Leona leaned into the candlelight, her eyes gleaming with the kind of mischief that usually preceded a disaster. “We need to talk about the leather jacket guy,” she said, prodding my arm. “The one who asked if the villain’s habit of gaslighting everyone was… personal.” A spray of Pinot Noir nearly hit the tablecloth as I coughed. “I gave him a very professional, very firm ‘no’ with every fiber of my being.” Liza’s laugh was a sharp bark that had her sliding dangerously close to the edge of the velvet seat. “You lie