Inked In Lies Novels & Stories

Ethan's reaction to his wife's words, “ if you think that I'm lying then I will advise you to consider the evidence we have.” "You don't have any evidence, Jeri. And if you do, then they are all fake,” Mrs. Lucinda claimed. "Ohhh really?” Jeri chuckled. " Perhaps if you get to the police station, you will explain how our evidence is fake.” Darien's gaze shifted between the girls, his expression torn as he tried to figure out what to do. “You can't get me arrested, Jeri. Don't deceive yourself kid," Mrs. Lucinda responded with a malicious smile.

Something sharp. Cole’s hand curled into a fist so tight I could almost feel the crescent moons his nails carved into his skin. He forced a swallow, then a smile that looked more like it belonged to a predator about to strike. “Hello,” he said evenly, though his tone carried venom. “You’re late.” I shifted beside him, instinctively rubbing my arm. Wasn’t everyone else late? Cole had told me Lloyd was already here earlier in the day. Was that a lie? Did they still share a private connection—something twin-born and eerie?

“Then, I read this. That man lost almost everything. The world around him fell apart, and he just kept going. So, I thought, if he could keep living after all that, what excuse did I have to give up?” She shifted slightly in her wheelchair and nodded toward the empty space beside her. “Want to sit for a minute?” So, I sat down. Sunlight streamed through the window and warmed the blanket that draped across her knees. “What about you?” she asked. “What happened?” I sat there in silence for a long time. It was long enough that she probably thought I was not going to answer. “I was lied to for five years,” I said. “I lost my career, my relationship, and my family. My dad died because of me.”

Ines leaned against the doorframe, a file folder tucked under one arm, the faintest smirk playing at her lips. “Half-truths are safer than full ones,” Liora said. Ines stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “They’re safer until they rot.” “Meaning?” “Lies are like tumors,” Ines said. “They grow. They eat through everything until there’s nothing left but the thing you were trying to hide.” “Then what? I’m supposed to hand him everything? Put it all in his lap and hope he doesn’t crush it?” “I didn’t say that,” Ines replied. She came closer, her heels silent on the carpet. “I said you have a choice. You can cut it out now, while you still control the knife… Or you wait and let it spread

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

My heart sank. “I want it submitted tomorrow” Tomorrow… the weekend. I swallowed, gathering what little courage I had left. “But… tomorrow is the weekend”, I said softly, trying to keep the plea out of my voice. There was a brief pause from him. A flicker of hope stirred in my chest, thinking he might reconsider. His next words shattered the hope into complete pieces. “I wasn’t aware you were given weekends”, his voice icy, showing no restraint in his anger. I stared, not knowing what to say.

Passersby stopped and gossiped about me. A red sports car came onto the scene and screeched to a stop in front of me. Zoe stood in front of me, holding an umbrella. "I'm sorry, Melanie. We promised no secrets between us, and I couldn't pretend everything's fine. I couldn't pretend to be your friend when I'd betrayed you. Still, I promise that there's no love between him and me. It's only passion." Her bitten lips and the hickeys that lined her neck reminded me of all the secrets she once told me. She had a friend with benefits and would do it every time they met, no matter where, no matter when, and no matter how little time they had.

Before I could ask anything else, Naomi clapped her hands. The masked Dr. Patrick Reed waiting outside immediately entered the room. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly. "Miss Sutton, what can I do for you?" Naomi took Dr. Reed's phone and flipped through my medical report. Her gaze lingered briefly on the leg encased in a cast. Then she spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone, "Famous race car driver Spencer Jordan suffered a leg injury after falling off a cliff. Despite the hospital's best efforts, they were unable to save the leg. Understood?"

Through my blurred vision, I thought I saw the man who had held me close at the funeral and promised me the world. "I'll give you a home, Eleanor. Everything I have is yours." So all of it was just another lie he told me.

My gown pulled at me like chains, dragging me deeper into the lie I had agreed to carry. And then I saw him. Jake Williams Martinez. Tall, sharp, with eyes that cut through the crowd and landed on me like a blade. His gaze didn’t waver as I walked closer, his expression unreadable, but something in those eyes made my stomach flip. He looked at me as if he was trying to peel back my skin, as if he already knew there was something hidden beneath the surface. My fingers trembled against the bouquet. The vows were recited, the words spilling from my lips like water I couldn’t stop. I do. The lie sealed itself with a kiss that burned more like fire than love. His lips were firm, claiming, the kin