Family Of Liars Novels & Stories

Grandpa asked this time "Family?" Dad asked nervously "Well, he's not from a rich family like ours. His parents were a little bit rich when they were alive so they left some properties for him. He's trying to build his own company now" Dad lied Wow! I never knew my Dad was a great liar, how is he able to lie smoothly like this? "What's his family name?" Grandpa asked again "Uhhm! It's..... Rodriguez" Dad said after a while "It's a nice name. Besides, that family was once the richest family in America. I don't know if it's the same Rodriguez though" Grandma said

“How could the three family’s loyal lackey be in such a state?’ Kiran asked, feigning devastation. Marshall’s face was twisted from disappointment and anger. Then, he looked at Yvonne. “The Quinn family, Ziegler family, and Marsh family are full of bull. They’re all liars.” Then he looked at the CEOs. “Don’t believe anything those families say. They’re lying to us and using us. We’re nothing to them. When we provide no value to them anymore, they treat us like animals.” “The three major families in Bayville are a bunch of motherf*ckers!” Marshall’s voice had become hoarse from the burning rage as he blurted out the most vulgar and hateful curse word. Many ears heard those words through the l

"I've dug up some dirt on where you come from, including the real scoop on why the Cole family got wiped out by the Four Ancient Families." The Four Ancient Families? At the mention of that name, a chill swept through Liam's eyes, and he fixed Faber with a piercing look. "Spill it, Faber. What's this 'truth' you're talking about? And what's my family got to do with the Four Ancient Families?" Liam's heart raced. He had been on the trail of the Four Ancient Families for years, but Faber's hints suggested there were pieces of the puzzle he was missing. Faber could not hide his delight at Liam's impatience, his smile barely contained. "I knew it. You're in the dark as much as I thought.

he gestured vaguely at the city below “—it could be yours. Ours. Together.” Liam laughed, but there was no humor in it—only a cold, bitter sound that cut through the wind. “Family,” he repeated, the word tasting like ash on his tongue. “You call this family? You call lying to me, using me, hurting everyone I ever cared about just to build your empire family? You’ve got a strange way of showing it, Father.”

I wanted to scream. The microphones crackled as Liam began. His voice was smooth, rehearsed, but the fury underneath bled through. “This family does not answer to rumors. We are united. We stand against lies meant to destroy us.” Zane leaned into the mic, his smirk razor sharp. “Funny thing about lies—they’re usually born from truth. And maybe the truth isn’t what anyone thinks.” Gasps. Murmurs. The crowd rippled, hungry for blood. Liam’s glare could have burned holes through his brother. “Zane”

“Peter, Janice, what are you doing here? We were just having an argument. “Helen, you’re blowing things out of the water here. We’re just arguing. Why did you ask your parents to come over?” I immediately retreated when he tried to approach me with a hug. “Everyone knows what has happened. Why would I lie to cover for you?” My mother started crying when she saw my flustered state. She hugged me tightly. “Don’t be afraid, Helen, I’m here to protect you.” My father turned around and spoke to the police. “We would like to lodge a police report. Not only did this man cheat on my daughter, but he also abused my daughter and transferred their marital assets without her knowing. He must be punished

Bailey said as she nodded to the other woman, “Sorry, mom, dad, and Dave, but this is between Max and me. We will figure out what works well for us.” “And how it will work for us.” Max chimed in. “Your idea of a happy, wholesome family with all the members just accepting this is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Did you not think that your actions would ever be called out?” “What are you getting at?” Dave asked.

Miska winked, teasing her sister. Hearing her brother's wish, Michael pinched her cheek. Born into the Syailendra family, which people say is already rich with seven generations, Michael lives in wealth. Moreover, he is the first of three children and the only son, therefore almost all of his family's companies are currently holding him because his father had a stroke. His two younger siblings did not want to continue the family business and chose to realize their dreams, Miska, who is a professional model, will now become one of the iconic fashion models to be held in Paris. While, his younger sister Melody Andrea Syailendra became a surgeon. "So you came to your brother's party tonight, ri

"Exactly. Even if you sue us, you won't get your scores back. What are you even trying to prove?" The press and elites around us were floored by their shameless logic. Tears in her eyes, Victoria defended herself with a trembling voice: "I sacrificed you for three years to elevate the whole family and gain total control of the trust! It was a damn good deal!" Her eyes turned vicious and twisted. "Your sister is right. You don't care about this family. You look exactly like your arrogant father. You were never one of us!" At the mention of my father, my eyes instantly burned.

“Few more days…please…I have a fa-family..” The man let out a mock scoff. “Maybe you should have thought of that before squandering the boss’s money in gambling.” Amira and her mother watched horror-stricken as the leader pulled a pistol from his back pocket and pushed the nuzzle against her weeping father’s head. “No, please!” Her mother yelled. And the trigger went off.