Istriku Liar Novels & Stories

Her voice is like a match strike, bright and hot and too damn close to lighting up the darkness I’m shrouded in. “Just routine,” I lie smoothly. Too smoothly. Calista tilts her head, a silent, beautiful challenge. “Bullshit. What are you not telling me?” I glance at her, something in me threatening to buckle. “Nothing for you to worry about.” Her eyes narrow. “You’re a terrible liar, Levi. I can always tell. Your jaw does this... clenching thing.” I force a smirk, clenching my jaw just to irk her, to shift her focus. “Gotta keep you on your toes, Princess.”

I wrenched my hand out of her grip. Julian reached us, his brow furrowed as if he still had something to say. But I didn't want to hear another word. I grabbed the delicate lace of my ceremonial dress and tore it downward, letting the white fabric fall into the mud. I turned my back on them and sprinted toward the woods at the edge of the territory. The wind roared in my ears. I left them behind—the fake altar, the lies, and every ounce of the humiliation they had tried to bury me in.

"Let's wait a little longer for them, Chi. Are you really so hungry? Would you want to go for a walk?" "Then I'll be much more hungry," Chiara remarked, pursing her lips to make herself even cuter. She was about to speak when her room door burst open, revealing Liam, who was laughing and grabbing his stomach. Chiara, who was annoyed, stood up straight. Her fists were on her hips, ready to hit Liam, who irritated her even more. "What the f*ck! Did you get a glimpse of their expressions? They simply want to drill their a$$ into your mind!"

I had his wallet, which was also a survival option if I successfully got out of there. I had one option, to tell him the truth or make up a pathetic story and have him let me go. Maybe he would, although he looked like he murdered people for a living. My shoulders slumped, and I wore my best sad face, "Fine," I sighed dejectedly. "You caught me, okay? My name is Ishtar, but that's the only thing I lied about. I told you the wrong name because I was terrified yesterday." He looked at me like he was confused and searching for something inside of me. His gaze was intense, and it almost burned me from the inside. I wanted to squirm in discomfort.

Nivi replied in her weak sound. " Trust me I am not that much bad. I didn't raised as a spoiled child. I never did anything shameful or degrading my parents name " Nivi whimpered and said to Siddarth. Suddenly Siddarth banged his hand on wall making a fist near to her ear side which made Nivi flinched and covered her mouth out of fear. " Do you know what I hate most in this world ? That's someone lying to me or cheating behind my back and lying is like most dreadful crime for me. How dare you to lie infront of me and that's looking right into my eyes ? " He asked

It surprised both of us. “At least I have enough decency not to steal another woman’s child for my barren wife!” Levi stared at me, disbelief flashing across his face before morphing into rage. “You're a lying bastard!” he yelled. His face was pale, his fists trembled. I had struck him harder. “No,” I said calmly. “I am not and you know it” His laughter came sharp and ugly. “You really are pathetic” he sneered. “Making up stories now? Is this what you do when you lose everything? You invent filth to feel better?”

Big mistake. So, her little request didn't shock me. Of course, she wasn't letting go of her schemes. Even after I'd made it crystal clear we were done, she just kept pushing. Honestly, this was on me—I'd handed her a first-class ticket to Easy Street without making her earn it. I said, dripping sarcasm, "Wow, the love between you two is just so pure and unbreakable. Honestly, I'm ashamed that something as materialistic as this apartment could ever stain it."

Her shrill voice immediately drew everyone's attention. My gaze darkened as I hissed, "Let go!" But as foolish as ever, she refused to back down. She clamped her hand around mine, refusing to let go as she began shouting in the cafe. "Everyone, look at this gold-digger! She faked her own mother's cancer just to swindle money out of her husband! After her mother died because of her, she latched onto her husband again and took his house and car. Now, she's out here spreading lies about him having asthenospermia!"

He knew tgis fucker was lying. “Oh. Now you want to play the fucking father?” he sneered. “Now you want to paint yourself as the victim, huh? Touching story. But you forgot one thing, Diego.” He leaned in, his face inches from Diego’s, and growled, “NON HAI UNA FIGLIA. SEI SOLO UN BUGIARDO.” [You don’t have a daughter. You’re just a fucking liar.] Diego’s eyes widened. His lips parted. But nothing came out. No defense. No more lies.

“Well, I have news for you—I am leaving this place and going to Uzgolith with Vargauz! So back off!” He looked pained. “Illaria, why can’t you see through his lies?” “Shut up!” she roared. “Illaria you are blinded by his deception. Did he ever tell you that you were never a human, but had demon blood in you?” “What? Oh my God! Listen to yourself Xikoth. You are the one who deceived me by appearing in a different skin in my apartment.”