I Can't Stand A Liar Novels & Stories

"And now they won't… they'll believe something worse. They'll believe every door opens because I'm standing beside Leonardo Moretti." "It does." His honesty irritated me. “I don't want that," I said. “Public perception doesn't change because we dislike it. It changes because people earn different opinions," he paused. “And they will." I shook my head. “Not like this." He stood and walked to the window overlooking the city, "they already have their own opinions of who you are.” "A contract girlfriend,” he continued. “Then let me prove them wrong," I said. "That's exactly what we're doing," he replied.

Anna said "Are you listening to yourself Anna? So I'll just do what? Walk up to my big bad Mafia boss with anger issues and say hey Mr Leonardo DiCaprio, you share a certain uncanny resemblance a guy I once had a one night stand with, but the guy had some tattoo of lilies on his chest so pull off your shirt lemme see if you have the same tattoos to prove whether you are my one night stand guy or not" Lily said sarcastically "Right, that makes no sense" Anna nodded

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

“Are you okay?” “Yes.” The lie slid past my lips as smoothly as butter. I was far from okay, but a part of me didn't want Kieran knowing. All it would do was hoing to add to his stress and that was the last thing I needed for either of us. “I'm fine.” “You're a terrible liar, Liana.” He let out slowly. His hands pressed against the wall behind me on both sides, and just next to my head. “Do you know that? I can see right through you and I think you forget that most times.”

And then, out of nowhere, Liam stood up. His voice cracked. But it rang louder than anyone expected. “She’s lying!” Everyone turned. “She promised me money. Said she’d make me famous if I helped get rid of Maya. And when I wanted to stop, she threatened my family. My little sister…” He started crying. “I didn’t want to do it anymore. But I was scared. And I’m sorry. But she’s lying. She used me. All of you, she used all of you.” The silence that followed was crushing.

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”

"You're f*cking doing it too. I warned Pablo about Beatrice, and he claimed I hadn't heard well, but now look where it has gotten him. Is it until sh*t happens to you that you'll believe?" "What's the worst that can happen? My father is dead, my crush is being blamed for it, and my stepsister, who's also a suspect, is accusing my mother and brother while also saying that my brother isn't my father's son. My life is sh*tty right now, and I don't see how much worse it can become. Just tell me the damn truth and stop being a f*cking liar." "Stop being a damn stubborn bull and believe the sh*t I'm saying."