In Between Lies Novels & Stories

“Lloyd, I’m sorry. I just needed a break. With everything…” He looks at me for a long moment. Then, to our complete shock, he lets out a small sigh and gestures with his head. “You’re in the wrong clearing,” he mutters. His expression settles on amusement. Mae blinks. “Huh?” He smirks faintly. “The guards never check the south ridge after midnight. There’s a little bluff near the creek—better view, and a lot more private.” “You’re not… mad?” I ask, tenderly. Lloyd looks at me from the corner of his eyes. It’s as if he doesn’t want to face me head on.

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

“Don’t lie to me, Rhea. Please, tell me what’s wrong.” “I don't know.... I'm just... “ My vision became blurry. Tears I've been fighting so hard to hold strided down my cheeks. “Where are you exactly?” “I’m…I’m in my car.” “You're driving right now?” “Yeah, I just… I had to leave. I couldn't stay there, I couldn't…” “Okay, breathe for me. Slowly. Can you please pull over for a second?” “I can't... If I stop, I'll fall apart and I can't…I can't do that. Not yet.”

“I’d go forward.” Something in his eyes darkened slightly. “Forward to what?” I met his gaze. “The Argent Gallery.” The name hung in the air. Recognition flickered across his face. “Ambitious.” “Unrealistic,” I corrected. “Not necessarily.” That caught me off guard. Adrian stepped back slightly, creating just enough distance to think clearly again. “I have connections there,” he said. My heart skipped. No, no, no. This was exactly the kind of situation I had promised myself to avoid.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

079 I gulped as Stanley leaned in closer, our lips mere inches apart. His question echoed in my mind, intensifying the tension between us. He was right—we both felt the pull, the undeniable spark that crackled in the air. So, what was holding us back? The answer came crashing in like a wave: fear. The memory of my heart shattering into a thousand pieces, the pain of betrayal still raw from past wounds. I couldn’t let it happen again. Not with Stanley.

Her voice was barely audible. “The In-Between." Selene turned toward her, ethereal in moonlight-pale armor, her gaze luminous and strange. "A space that exists between realms, between truths and lies, between justice and chaos. A waiting room for what has been and what must be.” “Also the annex between logic and madness." Lucien gave a sardonic chuckle, though it lacked warmth. "Especially if you stay too long.” Cassius shot Lucien a sharp silent look but said nothing - obviously teased.

She lifted her shirt and exposed her lower back. "Didn't you say the heiress has a birthmark on her lower back? I don't have one, so it's absolutely not me!" Vita Davidson lifted her shirt, too. To be extra safe, she even started spouting nonsense. "Actually, I'm a man. I had gender reassignment surgery, so my gender doesn't even match. There's no way I could be the heiress!" After that, they exchanged a glance and suddenly shoved me to the front.

“Liquid form and transparent. Fast-acting.” He hesitated. “You don’t look like someone who—” Her eyes snapped to his, cold enough to still his tongue. “Are you selling or interrogating me?” His mouth closed. Wordlessly, he ducked under the counter and produced a small amber bottle with a black cap. “One drop in a drink. It has no taste or any smell whatsoever. It’s so potent, it leaves no room for second chances.” She reached for it, but he held on a fraction too long. “You should know… people who buy this rarely sleep well afterward.”

When I finally picked up, the first thing she said was, “Honey, I’m feeling really unwell today. Can you wire me two thousand dollars? I need to get more asthma medication.” Hearing her voice, a scoff surfaced in my heart. She had no idea I had uncovered her lies. She still thought I was the same gullible fool she could push around. If I sent her the money now, she would definitely use it to refill Derek’s medication. With that thought, I replied coldly, “I’m in the hospital. I don’t have money to send you.”