In Between Lies 소설 & 이야기

"I told you everything. I left to keep you safe. That's the whole truth." "And Alexander told me the same story. That you disappeared on purpose, that you asked him to stand in for you." I turned the recorder over in my palm. "Your stories match. Both of them. I've been through them a dozen times in my head. That's what scares me." "Why would that scare you?" "Because two people can tell the same story and still leave out the same lie." I looked at Adrian. "Is there something you haven't told me?" His jaw worked. "No."

His mouth gaped open, unable to process things. Flute, on the other hand, smiled maliciously. Itinapat niya ang bibig niya sa tenga ni Black. "Double meaning, eh?" he whispered and almost laughed when he saw how his friend's small eyes got wide and seemed horrified. "WHAT'S with the sudden meet up?" bungad ni Ela nang makarating sa lugar kung saan sila nagkita-kita noong nakaraang linggo. They successfully opened the door and behind that is a house. A normal house as it may seem except that it's secured with a binary door lock. Like any other simple houses, it has a living room, kitchen area, and a comfort room. It has no bedroom, though.

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

" Reynold fell silent instantly, sliding down the wall until he sat helplessly on the floor. Brian crouched beside him and patted his shoulder. He said, "I've known you both for years, and I've witnessed everything Adrianna has done for you. Five years ago, when your company's funding dried up and debt collectors came after you, she stepped in front of them. Without her, they would have torn you apart. He continued, "Later, she went around securing sponsorships, drinking and entertaining business executives until she had ulcers—and she never told you about it. "But what about you? Look at what you've done—which of your actions has shown any appreciation for her sacrifices? Think about this t

Maeve laid sprawled across the bed, her eyes closed. Her alarm rang for the hundredth time and she reached out, slamming it off. She turned around on the bed and closed her eyes again. She wasn’t exactly sleeping. In fact, she was very much awake, she just refused to pull herself up from the bed; and no matter how she tried to force herself out of bed, her mind and body refused to cooperate. All she could think of was the fact that she had just lost one of the most important opportunities in her career to Dominic Fitz. Why would she be motivated to go to work after that? Why would she even want to go? So, everyone can whisper and gossip about how she was a failure? So, they can talk about ho

Just like that. “What the hell…” I muttered. I stepped outside quickly, scanning the area. Nothing. No footsteps. No sound. Like she was never there. Except— The basket. I picked it up slowly, bringing it inside. Set it on the table. Something about this didn’t feel right at all I opened it carefully. Three notes. Of course. I grabbed the first one. Behind the truth, there is a lie. Behind reality, there is a shadow. Behind the shadow… there is only one choice.

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?

she said in her sugary voice. Macie shouldered past me on her way out, sending me sprawling to the floor. I crashed down, tears streaming uncontrollably. Adrian loomed over me, tilting my face up to his. "Liliana, this little scene? It's nothing compared to the hell I went through. Remember the divorce papers I got in jail?" I was drowning in tears, but I had to try one more time. "Adrian, I swear I didn't know about those papers. It was my mother—"

Grey knelt in front of me and looked up into my eyes. “Open your legs,” he said softly. I nodded and slowly spread my legs. The ribbon still held my hands, but I did what he asked. Then he placed the cold block right between my thighs, right on my clit. I gasped loudly. “F–fuck,” I cried out, my voice was shaky.

With a heavy sigh, I bent down to pick up my bag from the floor, my movements awakward, almost as if I was trying to buy myself some time to gather my thoughts and regain my dignity. “Hey.” The voice came from behind me, breaking the awkward silence that filled the air. It was low and calm, like a soothing balm, contrasting sharply with the chaos in my head. I straightened up, taking my time to get my bearings, and turned around. There stood Nick Marsh, leaning casually against the side of the stage, as if he had been there observing me the entire time. He looked all too relaxed, with his hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows and that ever-present hockey duffel tossed over one shoulder.