In Between Lies Novels & Stories

Jaime gave me a nod and walked out of the room leaving me alone. ******************* Brianne’s POV I woke up feeling like I had been sleeping for day, my eyes tiredly floated across the room, I remembered where I was and the weird things that had happened to me last time, starting from when I had run away from Jason and the appearance of his older brother who was also some sort of Alpha wolf king like Jason.

“In private? With the story already packaged? In a room where lawyers pick the color of the walls?” Finally, Lucien glanced at him. “You don’t care about her,” he said, voice level. “You care about damage control.” Daniel pushed off the shelf. “And you care about how it looks.” The silence that followed was sharp. Lila felt like she was watching two storms sizing each other up. Then Lucien did something she didn’t expect. He reached for her hand. Not grabbing, not holding on—just enough that she felt his warmth. “We’re going downstairs,” he said. “There are reporters outside.”

I ran my hand along the wall, the dresser, the bedpost, just to make sure it was all real. When everyone went to bed, Emily stayed behind with me in the living room. We sat in silence for a while, just listening to the ticking clock. “You know,” she said quietly, “you’re stronger than you think.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe. Or maybe I just got tired of being broken.” She looked at me, her eyes warm. “Either way, you made it.” Deep down, something still lingered. A faint unease I couldn’t name, it felt like I was living a lie and I'd still go back to that hole. The deep scar in my chest throbbed, I held my chest tightly.

he said slowly, “it sealed us on the same side.” Relief crashed through me so hard I almost sobbed. Then, the world around us came into focus. It wasn't his old prison, and it wasn't my world either. The ground was dark glass, cracked with veins of silver light. The sky was a deep blue, filled with slow-moving stars that looked too close and too sharp. A thin mist rolled across the surface, feeling cold and alive. “This is the in-between,” I whispered. He nodded. “The layer the system uses to separate and store what doesn't fit. It's where things are locked away.”

I do. Daniels crosses his arms. “Explain yourself.” I blink innocently. “I...I didn’t know what Lisa was planning. She pushed me into the interview. She twisted everything. I was emotional, and she...” “Stop,” Ramirez says sharply. I freeze. Daniels leans forward. “We watched the interview, Sabrina. All of it. Including the part where you lied about a pregnancy.” I let a tear fall. “I was manipulated. Lisa...” “Lisa didn’t say those words,” Daniels snaps. “You did.”

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The Treachery of the Mirror and the Cold Logic of Desire . The air in the Basti hotel room, a standard corporate suite, felt thick and charged, a sharp contrast to the brutal heat of the salvage site below. After their tense, conspiratorial meeting with Karen, Nina and Lara had retreated, their temporary release of physical tension in the shower having only sharpened their minds. They lay now, draped across the king bed, the silk of Lara's robe and Nina's borrowed camisole creating a soft, shifting landscape against the crisp white sheets. Their bodies were close, a silent, comfortable complicity born of shared fear and newfound, desperate ambition.

Finally his eyes settled on me. "Your room's still the same." He murmured. I smiled and nodded because I couldn't think of anything to say. "So what were you doing?" He asked casually. "Nothing just studying." I lied. For some reason I didn't want to tell him about Megan's emails, they were just too personal. He nodded distractedly. "I want to take you somewhere." He said suddenly. "Now?" I asked in surprise. "Do you trust me, Bambi?" He asked seriously.

I typed. Isabel replied almost instantly. "On it, bro." A minute later, another text came in. "No one's there with you, but something's buried at the entrance of the building." My instincts were screaming at me to get out of there. I asked Isabel to check further. Her response made my blood run cold. "Looks like a bomb."