I Only Lie When I Love You Novels & Stories

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She couldn’t stop thinking the words—I love him, I love him, I love him—and then they tumbled from her mouth before she could catch them. “I love you.” She looked into his eyes. “I love you, Trent.” He took a deep breath. She couldn’t read his expression at all, and it seemed like he’d hidden himself away from her in that moment. “You told me that you didn’t love me anymore,” was his eventual reply, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Or was that a lie?” “You know that was a lie. I already told you it was.” She struggled to explain herself. “I said that because I wanted someone to blame for what happened. I wanted you to hurt as much as I did.” Tears pricked at her eyes. “But I’m not lying now.”

"Please be home. Please, please, please—" His mind was replaying everything. Every moment he'd pushed her away. Every time she'd looked at him with hope in her eyes and he'd crushed it with carefully chosen words designed to hurt. 'I don't love you.' The biggest lie he'd ever told anyone in his life. And now she was dying because of him. Because he did love her. Because the spell had known the truth even when he'd refused to say it. "I love you," he sobbed. "I love you, I love you, fuck, Peggy, I love you—"

“If I did, it wouldn’t be a surprise. At least, you have something else to wonder about instead of thinking of how to murder Dominic Fitz.” She chuckled and raised her head. “I love you.”

she said, this time I feel like she doesn't lie. "Fine but is there something If you wanna share with me then please feel free," I said this to her because I know she is hiding something from me and I seriously hate lies especially when it comes from the people I love. "Sure" that's all she said before we get interrupted by a voice.

“We’ve been through a lot, Heidi. I don’t want us having problems.” I smiled at him, nodded slowly. Yeah, Lucas. Nothing is ever gonna come between us, because we are meant to be together. “That is if you don’t choose Daniella over me.” I replied. “My dad’s obviously giving his attention to Luciana.” Lucas chuckled. “You know I love you, right?” I nodded. *I wish you could love me the way I love you.* “And I will always tell you the truth, right?” “What now?” “Luciana’s a good woman. Give her a chance.” Lucas mumbled.

"Please, share me with the pain inside you. You know it hurts more for me to let you mourn alone. Share everything with me, madness, sadness, and happiness, share them all with me, because I'm happy to share all I have with you. I love you, Ian. " ...

"Love me, Fatima. I never stopped loving you. Tell me you love me too." "I think you used a potion on me." I caressed his face. The happiness I feel is unparalleled. "I love you, Mutant. I love you, Kier. I love you, Mister." Kier held my hands and kissed them tenderly. "I've been under your love spell for a long time. And never in my entire life have I regretted being under your spell." I smiled at my husband. "I love you. I think you'd better kiss me."

"And I thought you loved me." "I do. I swear it, I rea—" "Then prove it." The boy's breaths were heavy, his panicked countenance so bold that it shone far more than that of the full moon's sharp beams. "There are so many other ways to prove it besides this, c'mon." He desperately pleaded. "No, I do not want so many other ways. This is the only way and the only chance you have but if you can't do just this little thing for me, I swear, you and your pathetic love confessions are as good as useless."

"Theodore, I was wrong! I'm so sorry. Hit me, kill me, do whatever you want. Please, I beg you, just don't look at me like that." She desperately wanted to inspect my wounds and take me to a hospital, but her hands hovered in the air, terrified to actually make contact. I looked down at her as if she were a total stranger. There was no hatred in my eyes, nor was there any affection. There was only exhaustion. "Ms. Vaughn, do you know what the best cure for agony is?" I asked with a smile, one stained with blood and tears—beautiful yet utterly heartbreaking. "It's amnesia. The second I forget you, I'll be fine. You're the sickness itself. Once I forget you, I'll be cured."