Everything Is Perfect When You Re A Liar Novels & Stories

There are so many lies that I can't keep up. "Good afternoon," says the lawyer. "We are gathered here today to join in marriage Gisela and Adal," as the lawyer speaks, my body begins to shake. "Before reading the marriage certificate, I would like to say a few words to the couple and all present. First of all, congratulations on taking the big step of uniting your lives." If only the lawyer knew that all of this is a fraud, that there is no happiness or romance between us. "At this happy moment, we affirm before your loved ones that you have found in each other the person who completes you and with whom it is worth spending the rest of your days." That's something to tell the fate that broug

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

-R Rain, I swear— -L. Relax. I’ll play nicely. You have my word. -R Good. Because despite everything, I think you might be worth the trouble. -L You’re making me blush over here, Lia. -R You’re impossible. -L And yet, here we are. -R Yes... here we are. -L I tried not to grin but the cheesy grin came anyway. Lia was slowly opening to me, something I never thought was going to happen. It was something that warmed my heart and scared the shit out of me a little bit.

“She just needs to trust that she’s your perfect one.” “True.” “However, it won’t be a bad thing if you tell her that more often,” Lee raps, “Especially in her condition.” “Oh, I show her almost every night just how perfect she is.” Jackson and Lee snort in union. “Yeah, when the perfect person jumps on you,” Ilkay points a finger at Jackson. “You’ll fucking know, bro.” He’s slightly tipsy. And when he gets three glasses in, he gets deep.

“Because people never see me for me.” “Understandable when you lie to everyone.” She scowls at me. “And you haven’t lied?” “I didn’t say that, did I? Now keep walking?” “He could have had me. I could have been his perfect mate, but no, I am not good enough.” “No, no you couldn’t have. You are too much of a liability.” “Excuse me?!” “Damien was right. It’s impossible to tell what is a lie and what is the truth when it comes to you. You are all over the place. Scattered.”

Without wasting time, I unlocked my phone to view the message. "You lied to me, Amber," the text read. I frowned slightly, wondering when I had ever lied to him. Just when I was about to text him back, he called. I quickly answered it. "Hello..." "Amber," Ethan called my name loudly, and I moved the phone a bit away from my ear. "You... yo-you... why, why did you lie to me?" he slurred. Hearing him speak, I knew at once he was drunk. My brows furrowed as I wondered why and when he got drunk. He was only drinking an energy drink before I passed out.

He had said that to me once, too. At a charity gala in the Hamptons. A drunk investor had gotten handsy. Liam had security throw the man out on the spot. Afterward, he held me, his voice the same. "Did anyone hurt you? Tell me. I'll make them pay." So you can fake loving someone. You can fake it for three years. Four. Even longer. Right up until you find better prey. Chloe sobbed in his arms, a picture of tear-stained beauty.

I walk past them again. Silence. I walk away. Whispers. I stop. Whispers stop. I narrow my eyes. This is ridiculous. "Raven!" She immediately looks over. "Yes?" "What are you doing?" "Working." I stare at her. "You're terrible at lying." She looks offended. "I am an excellent liar." "You're literally smiling." "I'm happy." "Why?" "Because I'm happy." "About what?" "Life." I look at her. She looks at me.

She had been covering her mouth to stifle tears of joy; now, her expression had twisted into one of pure horror. I stood on the altar like a hollow shell, my soul ripped from my body. Why? Why did it have to be today? My hands and feet went numb. The weight of that ring felt like it was crushing the air out of my lungs. I looked at Julian. Seeing my pathetic, broken state, his face actually filled with a sense of relief. "I’m done with the secrecy," he muttered. "I’m tired of making up excuses and reporting my every move to you just to see her for five minutes. I’m tired of Chloe feeling guilty every time we’re in bed together."

Among all the accusations she could have made, being called a liar by her cut deep. "I have never deceived you or given you a reason to doubt my honesty. Just because you choose not to believe me doesn't make me a liar. Maybe discussing this with you was a mistake," I retorted, the anger seeping through my words. I stood up abruptly, deciding to walk away from the heated conversation before it could get any worse.