Four Faced Liar Nyc Novels & Stories

I sighed and shook my head at her. I didn’t know why my chest tightened as I took it. It had been years since I last touched a newspaper. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the front page greeted me—and the headline made my stomach drop. “Oh my God, Cassandra,” Lory continued. “Mr. Smith is looking for all the women who were once part of his life! His fiancée—oh, I mean, ex-fiancée—went psycho! Can you believe it? She had Mr. Smith beaten up after finding out about his past lovers. And that idiot, he let it happen! He’s a Mafia Lord, for crying out loud! Love really does make fools out of men. I thought they got married after we left Manila, but apparently not.”

“Thank you Liam, but it’s nothing worth talking about, “ I lied, resting my hand on his shoulder, “But know that you can open up to me too if you need to, ok?” “Of course Ms. Aka. I trust you as a friend here, not as an acquaintance.” Liam replied, before turning his body around to face me. “I do have a question, however.” “What would that be?” I inquired, drinking more coffee. “Would you happen to know of the legendary comic issue number four one five?” Liam’s face had lightened up, and was staring at me in anticipation. I could tell that I was in for a treat, so I took a final swig of my coffee, before responding with a no.

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

The rest of the room erupted into mocking laughter. *That's right, you pathetic idiots. Laugh while your lungs still function.* "I almost lost my way tracking this grid down," I lied smoothly, leaning against a stack of wooden crates. "Is this sector new? I hauled my ass all the way from Manhattan." "Whoa, seriously? All the way from Manhattan down to the deep end of Brooklyn?" "Yeah. I'll go to the ends of the earth for pristine quality. I supply a network of elite clubs uptown. You know how the logistics work."

Zayn asked "No!" Four replied annoying the shit out of Zayn He strolled around for a minute before basically yelling "Do you have any idea what you are suppose to do? did you not figure out anything all these years?" "Oh do you have any idea how i kept Gigi's powers undercover while trying to find clues but failed and traveled here only to be meeting......you! The walking disaster YOU who literally washed away all my hard work in may be just a few weeks" Four yelled on top of his lungs

Lia's POV I stood on the sidewalk outside my former office building, holding my cardboard box of belongings. The morning rush was in full swing around me—people hurrying to work, taxis honking, the familiar cacophony of New York City going about its business completely indifferent to the fact that my life had just imploded. I needed to get home. Needed to process everything. Needed to clean up my face and figure out my next steps. I raised my hand and hailed a taxi—a yellow cab pulled over immediately, the driver giving me a curious look through his rearview mirror as I climbed in with my box.

She asked and the man laughed. "Logan Griffo doesn't have a house he has houses around New York City, you can't tell which one he stays in every night." "How sure are you that this information are accurate then?" "Fifty percent should be accurate and fifty percent ain't." "Okay." "Oh, one more thing Lydia, always remember you are dealing with someone very smart, any mistake you make can lead to your death." He said and chuckled which made Lydia's heart skip a beat. "Sure." She replied and faked a smile.

My bank account was a funeral. Four dollars and twelve cents staring back at me in cold, digital ink. ​In a city like New York, four dollars doesn't even buy you the right to breathe the air in a subway station. It definitely doesn't pay the rent on a Brooklyn studio that smells like damp laundry and broken dreams. I sat on my floor, the only piece of furniture I still owned, and stared at the sleek black laptop resting on my knees.

My eyes fixed on that single, haunting sentence: LIQUIDATION INCOMPLETE. "Who is he, Franco?" My voice was a low, dangerous vibration. I didn't look up. I kept my gaze locked on the grainy photograph of us, slowly tracing the blood – red GPS coordinates with my manicured nail. "Who is the man who thinks he can initiate a 'Phase Four' in my city?"