Kiss Me Liar Bl Novels & Stories

The person who make-up me shout, everyone in the glam team was smiling and satisfied with my appearance today. "I can say the same, Lia." Kyler smiled at me walked closer and bowed to me like we were in the movie, "I'm sure Darius will be surprised when he sees you, I'm just not sure if he'll be happy or not, though. Just get yourself ready for the consequences, and please don’t tell him I’m the one who made you do this." He laughed before standing up straight. "Let's go?"

Bad idea. My mind spiraled, replaying the kiss. The way his lips moved over mine, the heat, the sheer dominance of it— “Kaia!” Blaze’s sharp tone broke through my thoughts, snapping me back to the present. “Uh, yeah. Yeah,” I stammered, blinking rapidly. Blaze’s smirk widened as he tilted his head, clearly amused. “Were you even listening to a word I said?” “Of course!” I lied quickly. “I wasn’t, uh… staring at your lips or thinking about…” I trailed off, realizing my mistake too late. “You know, unholy thoughts or anything like that!”

“So I misunderstood that this guy is your friend. And I misunderstood that you guys are engaged and want to get married. And I'm sure I got it wrong, too, that you were just lying to me the whole time.” She held up her hands in a soothing manner. "I didn't lie to you..." "No, you didn't," he interrupted, his tone now caustic. 'You just kept a few things secret, that's something else entirely, of course. A little secret here, a little swindle there—none of that bad.” “Let me at least explain how it happened,” she pleaded desperately. "Well, I'm really looking forward to it. What are you going to tell me this time?" He smiled cynically: "You can skip that, you don't seriously expect that I'll

"You love me too. I see it. Feel it. Every time you look at me. Every time you pull away because you're scared of what we are." "What we are is toxic. Doomed. Built on lies and blood." "Maybe. But it's ours. Our disaster. Our mess. And I'd rather have this broken thing with you than perfect emptiness with anyone else." She stood. Walked to him. Their faces inches apart. "If I kiss you now, I won't stop. You know that." "Good." "Hope is ten feet away. James could come back. This is reckless." "When have we ever been careful?"

His hands found my face, my neck, my back, pulling me closer, needing me closer. But underneath the heat, underneath the hunger… There was fear. Fear that I wasn’t who he thought. Fear that I was slipping from him. Fear that someone else might already have me. He broke the kiss first, breathing hard. His eyes were storm-dark. His jaw tense. “I don’t like being lied to,” he whispered. “I’m not lying,” I lied. He studied me one more time before stepping away. But he didn’t fully leave. Not the room. Not my mind. Not my skin.

A picture of me smiling, while I hold the other end of the divorce papers as I receive them from Ares, under the tagged headline. I turn to Sloane, and she looks surprised just as I am. “Why does it look like you're smiling here? These BIT... Ughhhhh! Really? They had to go through this length to use AI to edit your face just so they can sell a sweet story to the news? This is indespicable!” Sloane groans on my behalf.

His voice was dangerously low as he leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear. I froze, every muscle in my body struggling to fight against this moment before I would stupidly melt into him. My hands pressed harder against his shoulders. “Kade… don’t.” He chuckled softly, almost a growl. “Don’t what, Lia? Admit it? You do. You feel it every time you try to deny me.” I leaned back, breaking the charged closeness as my chest rose and fell sharply against his so fast I swore he could feel it. “You’re a fucking liar,” I shot back, my voice shaking.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

I lied, and popped the white, oval shaped pill into my mouth. “Hmm.” Tara nodded but looked unconvinced. My severe anxiety and panic disorder wasn't something that I'd made public, and neither was I proud of my addiction to Xanax. “I have been meaning to ask you this, Vivi,” Tara started and I looked at her. “Did you… actually kiss Liam. I mean, you guys were captured in a photo, but—” “Don't you have anything to do this morning?” I interrupted her with an arched brow.

“Answer me, bitch!” He pulls his hand back from my lips just enough for me to speak. “N-no.” A growl of approval vibrates through his chest. I feel it on my back. “Good, that’s real good. Your last boyfriend never wanted to fuck your ass?” “I-I haven’t…” I can barely speak. “Had a b-boyfriend.” This time, my attacker stops moving. “You’ve never had a boyfriend? Shut up, bitch. Don’t lie to me!” “I haven’t!”