Four Faced Liar Nyc Novels & Stories

he suggested, concern clear in his voice. "No, I'm good. Let's keep going." I wasn't about to let her think she could intimidate me. We went through several more sequences, and each time, Sarah pushed just a little harder. Testing me. Challenging me. Waiting to see if I'd back down. I didn't. Finally, during a grappling exercise, she got me pinned and leaned close enough that only I could hear her whisper. "He's going to be mine. You have three others. You don't need all four."

I looked over and saw the city's tall buildings over the clouds. I hadn't seen this aerial view in a while, so I stared at it for a little too long. "Is this your first time in New York?" he asked, probably noticing my long stare. I looked up at him and wondered how much should I lie in front of that pretty face. Then again, this is all part of my work. So I shyly nodded. The only person I'll think twice before lying to is Jaguar. "I heard this was a difficult city to live on, so I didn't even plan on going here," I lied through gritted teeth.

he sarcastically murmured. "Maybe you want me to remind you where all these troubles started? Okay, fine! To tell you, you bought me with your money four years ago, for fvcking one-month sex slave agreement. What did you do? You made me pregnant. Did I say you are responsible? No, 'isn't it? I obeyed your command to give birth to her. Cut! Now, a long time ago, four years ago, then you will appear in front of me and you want me to take care of the child because you have a business trip? Now, you think Ten to a Hundred times, who among us has more mistakes?" "You're playing safe here, huh?"

] [And since we're already broken up, you have no right to even say something like you're disappointed in me. I sent the message, then tapped open my contact and blocked the number. The screen went dark and I went back to scrubbing the sheets. The next morning, my phone woke me up by vibrating more than a dozen times. Still half asleep, I opened it and found a long string of messages from my roommates, with a link at the top. The headline read: [Shocking news! The truth about Central University's wealthy heiress and her maid! Is the girl always beside Sophie an impostor?]

"You get 45 thousand a year and a fully furnished two-bedroom apartment. Sounds like a great deal. Men—once they've got money, they just can't help themselves, huh? If he'd just fooled around a little on the side, I might've looked the other way. But this? This is a long-term sugar baby arrangement! I can make one call and have you both charged with fraud. You'd spend the rest of your lives rotting in jail. Wanna bet?" "No, please! Mrs. Booth, just hear me out!" She didn't seem as furious as I'd expected, and that gave me a bit of hope. I jumped at the chance. "Look, I'll give it all back—the money, the apartment—everything!" "Do you think I want money? You think I'm broke?" "Then… what do y

Winds blew my black not so long hair after I stepped outside for the first time after almost two hours inside the train. We gathered in circles, divided by the Edge we came from then a guy wearing a suit appeared in front of us. He’s old and has beard all over his face. “Welcome to the Center, Liars!” he shouted. Liars, that’s what we’re called, the participants of this stupid game.

“Alright, your dad loves money. If you really care about him, just accept the money and end this.” My expression darkened. I was about to speak when her phone rang. “Ms. Ford, where are you? They have been questioning me for so long and will not let me eat. I am so hungry that I feel dizzy. I cannot even stand.” Jessie accidentally pressed the speaker button, and Shane’s aggrieved voice filled the air. She tightened her grip on her phone, looking worried. “Wait for me. I will go back right now.” After hanging up, she looked at me again with a serious expression. “Liam Charleton, I am giving you one last chance. Are you going to sign this settlement agreement or not?”

"What is four?" "Four is that when this week is over, I do not know what happens next. I do not know if I am coming back to New York. I do not know if I am going to let you in further or shut you out completely. I do not know anything. Last night was not a promise. It was an experiment. Do you understand?" "I understand." "Do you really?"

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

“Well, um, I’m only asking because I heard you call my name. More than once.” Uh-oh! My face burns with embarrassment. “Are you sure that you heard your name?” “I’m positive,” he says gruffly. “Also, the name Marcel is fairly uncommon.” “There are 8.4 million people in New York City,” I counter swiftly. “I need you to answer this question for me,” he rasps, his eyes darkening and his expression growing serious. I let out a breath. “What question?” “Do you need something from me?” I gulp. “No, I’m good.”