His Perfect Lie Novels & Stories

“I always get what I want. And all I want is you. Your heart. Your everything. So I’ll do my damnedest to earn it.” My pulse stutters. “I’ll tell you you’re perfect every day,” he continues. “Because you are. My Dot. My perfect little liar.” A pause. “Mine. And that’s not going to change. Ever. Okay?” He says it like a promise. Or a fact. It’s terrifying how convincing he is. Terrifying how easily my heart betrays me, skipping a beat at the intensity in his eyes. “…Okay,” I manage. The tension breaks when he straightens, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Now go on. I want to hear your commentary. Preferably with endless praise for my impeccable taste and overall wonderfulness.”

It had not only identified him; it had destroyed him. He moved towards the door, each step a labor for Hercules. The swarm hung in wait. The board, the officials, the law. All facets of one trap, and Harper, somewhere, smiled, watching his masterpiece unleash its terrible, perfect enchantment. The trap had not simply closed more tightly; it had snapped shut. And Robert Clarkson was left with the terrifying realization that the only thing stronger than the truth was a lie that everybody was willing to believe. ---

Talk soon! The reply came almost instantly. Andrea (10:17 AM): Ugh, I knew it! You guys are disgusting. Go back to sleep, Mrs. Perfect! “Mrs. Perfect.” The words hit hard in my chest. The lie felt like a stone in my stomach. I spent the rest of the day in a daze, Everytime my phone buzzed,my heart gave a painful jerk,but it was never him. It was just more “Happy Anniversary” “Couple goals!”

The woman on the other end responded coldly, sounding somewhat annoyed. I gripped my phone, almost ready to cry. "Holly, did you see today's livestream?" After three years, I had finally seen hope. Holly scoffed. "Of course, I saw it. Louis, you abused your wife, your savior. Aren't you afraid of karma?" My heart skipped a beat, and I asked, "Didn't you watch tonight's livestream?" She answered impatiently, "Even with hidden cameras, we still respect privacy. It automatically cuts off after nine at night."

“Well, seeing is believing. How about you give it a try and then see if there's a need to revaluate your conclusion. “He says, and I think over his words. Well, I'm in need of help. What's the harm in trying? He seems pretty confident. And if I go through with this, there are only two ways it can end. Either it works, or I get proven right, and it doesn't work. “Fine. “I reply, and he walks out from behind the desk and I get the full view of him for the very first time. He's bent over and is using a walking stick. He rests against the desk and stares sternly at me. Even under the red light, I can feel his strong gaze piercing through me. As if reading me like an open book and absorbing my de

Evan though Oden loved my face and Xavier and a Penelope kept telling me that I was perfect just the way that I am, I knew that my face was different. Now this strange man was looking at it and it made me want to bury myself in a hole and never come out of it. I hated the attention from the handsome evil man. I could feel his warm breath hit my face and I could smell the whiskey on his breath, "the name's Elon, but please, call me Bishop," his accent was thick and different. One that I've only heard through a television screen. A British accent. My eyes stuck onto his blue ones as I held my breath, waiting for him to hurt me, "what do you want from me?" I asked him with a shaky tone.

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

Now that's just rude. Little bitch. Dyslexic? Please. You're always spewing lies. Always. And if you think for one minute that I'm going to believe your sob story of being dyslexic, then you've got your head far up your ass. How you got Isaac to defend for you is beyond me. But mark my words: I will not rest until I expose you and all of your secrets. Firstly starting with how I know for a fact that you could never be Isaac's fraternal twin. I will expose you and your secrets to everyone. So watch your back you nasty bitch. I just stare at the letter and then feel something deep inside of me. And before I know it, I'm laughing, cackling actually. Everyone is silent and I actually wipe some t

he said in a deadly tone. I froze immediately, my gaze zeroed in on the floor. Suddenly he was in front of me, placing his finger under my chin and forcing my head up again. "You're not fine, and I don't expect you to be, so please don't lie," he growled. Then his gaze softened slightly. "I just need to know if you believe that you’ll recover from all of this one day. I need to know if you have hope for something better.” The tears started to fall as he kept his eyes locked onto mine. "I don't know." My voice cracked and my shoulders slumped, the ache in my bones suddenly painful.

“Well, I don’t want you getting hurt. That’s all. A man like that instantly falling in love, all the signs point to something else. He is either lying about something or he is a cheater. Cheaters always tell you they love you right before you find out they are already married, or they are fucking someone else too.” The truth hits me hard, because the whole weekend I couldn’t help but wonder why this was so perfect, yet it felt off. Knowing now that he must be lying about something, I swallow hard and then say, “Honestly, he must be lying about something. All weekend I had this feeling that it was too perfect. For one thing, how does a man who grew up so poor, end up with a beautiful,