Kiss Me Liar Bl Novels & Stories

But I did not pushed him away and continued to dance. Tonight I will enjoy. Then the song by Beyonce "beautiful liar" started to play... The song fit my situation so well.... Oh, Beyonce, Beyonce Oh, Shakira, Shakira (hey) He said I'm worth it, his one desire I know things about that him you wouldn't want to read about He kissed me, his one and only, (yes) beautiful liar (Oh) We can live without him Just a beautiful liar I dance and I danced till my cheeks were wet with tears....

Then he leaned in closer, slowly puckering his lips like he was asking for a kiss. “Eww! What are you doing?” I said, pretending to be disgusted. I pulled my head back slightly, playfully making a face. “Come on,” Liam grinned, his eyes dancing with mischief. “I know you missed these lips. You know you want to kiss me.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I just kissed you an hour ago!” Shaking my head in fake annoyance. “Well, that’s the problem,” he said, placing a hand over his chest like he was heartbroken. “I need to kiss you every hour just to make sure you don’t forget how amazing I taste.”

I pulled her flush against me, savoring the press of her body, the thud of her heart against mine. I caught her jaw between my fingers, tilting her chin up until she was forced to meet my eyes. Storms brewed in those eyes, wild and unguarded, and I leaned in just enough that, from the cameras’ angle, it would look like a kiss. But there were still inches between us. Inches that burned. “Liar,” I breathed, and I felt her shiver against me. “You’re very close,” she hissed, though her voice had gone husky and wasn’t as convincing as she wanted it to be.

The kisses, the teases, the touches, the groans and moans in bed, and the looks that spoke everything. ‎ ‎"I love you" the way he had professed that. ‎ ‎Her grip tightened around the can. A strangled sound escaped her throat, somewhere between a laugh and a sob. ‎ ‎“Liar…” she whispered, her voice breaking. ‎ ‎Her vision blurred again, tears spilling over before she could stop them. She dragged her hand across her face roughly, but it didn’t help. It didn’t stop anything. ‎ ‎It only made it worse. ‎

You can jink your luck again if you feel I'm deceiving you” “ Oh well, keep him. I don't need him, little smug liar like you. Who the hell do you think you are? Poor Mr Clark. He fell for your lies. For your information, Everleigh, Madison is the only daughter Mr Clark had. You think I don't know you and Felix masterminded everything? Shameless lairs” She cursed, provoking and pushing me hard, yet I swallowed everything, taking the insult. “I don't have anything to prove to a shameless whore like you who goes about eating her friend's leftovers. I'm better off than you even before my father came into the picture. What a pity. Cylde didn't know you still sleep around with random rich guys fo

The kiss turned messy, desperate in a way I knew would bruise Lia’s lips. We were both breathing hard when I vaguely registered the sound of my phone ringing. I ignored it, shoving her dress up before as I held her heated gaze. “Everett…” “Be quiet,” I snarled, reaching to move her panties aside as I stepped between her parted thighs. “You really are not a likeable person,” Lia replied, her smile faltering as I eased two fingers inside her. “And yet you're here,” I growled, pumping my fingers in and out of her.

“You didn't miss me?" "Nope.” "Ouch. Now I'm hurt." I rubbed my chest dramatically, earning a small laugh from her. "Okay, maybe I did. Just a little." “Okay. I guess that'll do." A smile threatened at the corner of my mouth. "I missed you too.” I placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Don't let her hear you say that too often,” Chiara called from across the room. “She’ll start believing she's the only family you have.”

“Wow! This is incredible. I never would have thought you would.” “It beats me we have similar interests.” “You're right. Even on the night of my-” he paused, while staring into my eyes with a soft expression. Only then did I realize what he had just said. Shit! The kiss! Just then, he leaned into me, searching my eyes with a dark gaze. “Fancy, what if I tell you, that kiss wasn't actually on the influence of alcohol?” “What?!"

I have had enough of people lying to me that I can’t bear it anymore if even I betray myself. "You already kissed me," I said, breaking the silence. Although my words are firm, the obvious hoarseness and breathlessness in my voice can't be ignored either. However, I don't bother myself with it, and then I look at Clive, who is still on top of me. Swallowing a bit for the courage to aid me, "Can you get off now? You’re heavy." Eventually, the sarcastic remark is drowned out by Clive’s chuckle, it’s even sexier than the other times. Perhaps because he is also breathless from our kiss.

"Like I'll take your word for that." "Why?" I shook my head, stumbling on a step and hating how quickly he caught me. "Because you're a liar. Nothing but a liar. And a criminal. A thug." We walked on. "Believe what you want of me." "It's not a matter of believing. I saw. I heard. You told me you were another man. You—Why did you follow me at that club? You stalked me in that alley, didn't you?" "Where you kissed me back? Yeah, that was me."