His Perfect Lie Novels & Stories

He's the big brother I've always wanted and didn't realize I had. "How was your date with Rosa?" I ask as I take the chocolates from his hand. "It went well. And how are you dear? How have you been since the Hunter incident?" I sigh a big giant breath of relief. My shoulders follow my exhale. "Yes, I feel relieved myself. I am sorry Model Perfect turned a blind eye. You were right and they were not. As a result, I have decided to resign from Model Perfect. When you leave I will leave as well. The contract between Aftershock and Model Perfect is being challenged in court, and Jeremiah Winters is facing charges as well. It is rumored he and Hunter leaked those photos of Arlo and you. We will g

ISADORA POV Sometimes, the truth is not the truth.Maybe we should pay more attention to the lies that the truth veils.You cannot blame me for being too quick to fall for him. He came as a saint and spoke all the right words, making the woman's English look massively out of sync with the things he said. He made me think there was no other like him, no other like me; I basked in the lie that I was the only one with the female organ that deserved the honor of his bed.He was perfect on paper, but he was lying to my face.“You make my world go round; you make beauty look so underrated.” He would thrill me with the words.Well, I guess I underrated his ability to see beyond me.He was no different fr

he lied. The excuse came out fast and easy, almost lazy, as if it were muscle memory. Blaze didn’t buy it for one bit. “You are?” He tilted his head, eyes bouncing around his face for a hint that told him otherwise. Something that told him the truth. “Mhm,” Armani hummed anyway, insisting, “I’m perfect.”

he said and shut the door slowly behind him. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. “What?” the voice on the other end snapped at him. “She is awake,” he said. He heard their breath catch for a long 2 seconds then the connection disconnected. He shrugged again. He was done with this shitty drama.

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

I added, looking around the room before bringing my gaze back to him. "You must be sick. That's not true!" He let out, screaming in a whisper. "What do I gain by lying to you? I'm just trying to save my face here; at least, I'm not the one who is an accomplice to crime in any way." I said, taking my focus back to the screen of my computer. "I'm not sick at all. I'm just telling you the simple truth. What you choose to make of it is up to you. Let me continue. Please don't cut me off again, it's to your detriment because then, I might now skip some intricate details you should know."

Kent’s POV MY DELILAH “We return to this damned L.A., and in less than two days, we already have a badly battered body to dispose of,” Louis sighed for the millionth time since he returned to the dark room and saw the lifeless, battered body of the bastard lying at my feet. “Well, he had it coming when he tried that nonsense. Anyone who gloats like that after harassing a woman deserves the worst form of death possible. He’s lucky he died so quickly,” I muttered.

“Maybe he’s finally having an affair? The Ice King getting soft?” “I don’t know,” she replied. “I haven’t gathered enough evidence yet. But there’s something off about this girl. Her background is too clean… too perfect. And the mysterious hacker ‘K’ is protecting her information. Everything about her on the internet looks forged, but I still can’t prove it.” Anger rose in her voice. Suddenly, she grabbed the edge of the desk and threw a smaller laptop across the room. It crashed against the wall with a loud crack. She stood up, breathing hard, and stared at the large screen where Cassian Hale’s photo was displayed — cold gray eyes, sharp jaw, the face of the man who had destroyed so many li

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

He had said that to me once, too. At a charity gala in the Hamptons. A drunk investor had gotten handsy. Liam had security throw the man out on the spot. Afterward, he held me, his voice the same. "Did anyone hurt you? Tell me. I'll make them pay." So you can fake loving someone. You can fake it for three years. Four. Even longer. Right up until you find better prey. Chloe sobbed in his arms, a picture of tear-stained beauty.