I Can't Stand A Liar Novels & Stories

He drawls, going by my first name which is shiver worthy. "Lying is for wimps. Cowards. People who can't own up to the choices they've made or are about to. People who feel they need to earn others' validation. People who think others should have a say in the things they do. Weak people. I'm none of those, so I do not tell lies, Layla. I'm a man of many things, just not a liar." The aura switches so fast that I might faint. Every comeback is in my throat, but I don't speak. His head is so close.

And there are still girls who really want to be me. 一 I'll never tell one again 一 I said it kind of promising, but it was a big lie. 一 I know you, Beatrix. My mother knew me well enough to know that what I had said was nothing more than a tremendous lie, from so much acting, the time that passed made me a great liar and manipulator, but I knew that all that was to disguise the sad girl I was. 一 Shall we go for a walk when we're done? 一 Called my mother.

"That's because the Rivera family isn't as good as the Ulrich family!" "It turns out that you've taken me as someone who cares more about my own interests than love. So I've cheated on you with my friend. What else have I done wrong? Why don't you list everything out?"

I stopped in my tracks as James crawled on his knees toward me, rubbing his hands together anxiously. "Everyone on the Internet is attacking me right now—I don't even dare to step outside. Please, help me out, will you? "Just clarify things online, tell everyone it was all a misunderstanding. If you won't do it for me, do it for our child!" His face lit up, as if he had just found his trump card. "That's right, the baby! Layla, you wouldn't want our child to grow up without a father, would you?"

They would put bugs in my backpack, scribble all over my desk, and even jab me with sewing needles when no one was looking. “She’s a liar! I didn’t make that up! She said her mom wouldn’t buy her snacks, but that’s not true! She just ate everything herself and didn’t want to share! Teachers say liars are bad. We were just trying to teach her a lesson!” His mom’s face darkened. She smacked him on the back of his head and told him to shut up. Mom’s legs gave out. If she had not grabbed the edge of the desk, she might have collapsed right there.

His tone was casual, as if talking about someone else's business. "I've got a capable older brother to run the show, so I get to be the free spirit. I've always loved guns and cars, traveling the world. The family can't control me." He turned to look at me. "So I get that feeling, wanting to break free from something. Whether it's family, or other cages." I gripped the can tighter. Just then, the sound of stumbling footsteps came from behind us. Damian stood a few steps away, his face pale, his eyes bloodshot.

“Women are horrible liars. The worst liar of them all is the woman standing in front of me right now,” My brain short-circuited. Oh, my God. Liar? Where was this even coming from? “Liar?” I pointed to myself. “Did you just call me a liar?” His eyes closed from drowsiness, head swaying as he nodded. “Kian, if I’m a liar, then what does that make you? The worst person on planet earth? A narcissist, manipulator—” I held my tongue back when I realized I was raising my voice. I couldn't have Riley, Daxton or anyone walking in on us doing this by this time.

He thought that it was fair punishment for Celeste’s death. It seemed that Elliot had always been a fool. He had been helping a liar to hurt the woman he loved. His brain was buzzing, and it felt like it had exploded. Elliot clutched his chest as agony radiated from his chest. It hurt so much that he could barely breathe. He let out a desperate cry as he swept everything off his table. He thought that he was so smart, but he was nothing but a fool. From that day onward, Elliot started to change.

What gives you the right to interfere? "You and your mom have spent so much of my money all these years, and it's still not enough for you? If I hadn't planned ahead and safeguarded my own interests, I would've been drained dry by you two by now!" I mustered all my strength to push him away, rushing to see Mom one last time, but he held my wrist in a vice-like grip. "Well, are you trying to escape after all your lies have been exposed? I took time out of my busy schedule to be here with you, yet this is how you repay me! You're a disgrace!

I despise people who stab me in the back. I despise liars the most; I can put up with almost anything except lying. "Lord!! You can torture me all you want, but I will not reveal who did it. I will not reveal the individual's name. You are free to do whatever you want. "I'm not scared of you," he said bravely. "What a moron you are!" I said with a smile, looking into his eyes with a fake smile but an angry heart inside. "I admire your bravery because you know who I am and what I can do, but you still want to be stubborn." In a cold tone, I said.