Novel & Cerita God Of Lies

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

I look straight into his eyes, which are cold, bottomless, which have stolen everything away in me. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” I whisper. He smiles. “It always was.” I put out my hand and put the drive in his palm. His fingers circle around it as a viper circling to strike. The voice of Dante is cracking behind him. “Carina, don’t!” But that’s it. I’ve made the deal. The devil smiles. Lorenzo inserts the drive in a laptop on the desk adjacent. There is a flash of the screen, access to code. “Finally,” he says. Dying, you take the truth with you after all these years.

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

It was Miguel who spoke first. “This is a lie,” he said. His voice was tight, controlled, the voice of someone who is very frightened and is covering it with aggression because aggression is the only language they have ever been fluent in. “You fabricated this. You have the money, you have the connections — you fabricated this to—” “To what?” Paul said. His voice was very quiet. “To what end, Miguel? What would I gain from fabricating a DNA test that tells me I’m my father’s son? Think about what you’re saying.”

He smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement as he stepped back from me, running his thumb over his lips. I swear if I got back home, I'm going to kill him for this. An hour later and I had already spoken to my father and ready to leave this damn place. "That's him." Lila said beside me and I turned. "Who?" I asked, scanning the crowd. "The god of money. The one in black suit, standing right over there." I traced her finger and it stopped right at a man, standing at the far end of the hall and discussing with some people, including my father.

I looked up into his eyes and all I could see were warm eyes, too soft that I could smell how dangerous it was. When he kissed me yesterday or fingered me today, I desperately wanted his touch, everything felt void as though it was just us, like he had poisoned it in my heart to become attracted to him. I pulled back, my hands on his chest. “Xavier.” I said softly. “ This shouldn't be” “Maybe we can.” he whispered. “Let it happen, you desire it so let yourself feel it once again.” He spun me around for me to see our reflection, it looked perfect, a younger man who could satisfy me yet I couldn't accept it but for the first time, I didn't feel guilty, I felt alive.

"Sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have lied to you. Actually, the plants in the bag in my room weren't Love Vines. Those are Soul-Binding Vines that a curse caster uses." When a person was cursed with it, they would develop a strong infatuation with the caster. That was why so many of the male employees at the company were obsessed with Tracy and Tracie!

Things that didn’t exist yesterday. The sound they make—gods—it’s wrong. Like bones grinding in a furnace, like something old clawing its way back into the skin of the world. They call themselves the Godspawn. But I know what they really are. Elara’s lies made flesh. The first one lands in front of me. It doesn’t sound like a man when it hits the ground. It sounds like the earth breaking its own spine. Dust shatters into the air. Rocks crack. The smell of sulfur slams into me like a fist. And gods—

His eyes turned bloodshot as he tried to suppress the pain that he felt, but to no avail. “Lies! All of you are liars!” the moon goddess said as she stared murderously at the guard stuck on the ceiling. “You promised me forever… to worship me forever!” she said when her memories flashed in her mind. “But, those were all lies! You humans are liars!” she said as she crushed the guard’s bones. “AAAAAH!!!” the guard cried as blood trickled out of his mouth and dripped down the floor.

“No, no, no. This is a matter of principle. I told you I didn’t lie, so I mustn’t.” “...You lied about at least one thing.” “Which one?” “You used to say that you were a guardian of Dairaionji Temple, specializing in the suppression of the god of the Underworld. But you’re the god of the Underworld. Isn’t that a lie, then?”