Kiss Me Liar Novel English Novels & Stories

Even the descriptions of it in the book hadn't done it justice. I lifted the dress, and a card fell out. I can already picture you in this gown, my love. Thank you for making me the happiest being on earth. Love, your only Sian.’ I chuckled at the message. I just couldn’t believe how easily Kassian could write this. Did he pay someone else to, or did he do it himself to enjoy the giggles? Still, he was a man that I couldn’t hurt. But why the hell does HE get a happy ending? Granted he isn’t too pleased about sharing Daisy with the other leads but still! He gets to be in book two.

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"Laylay -" My body froze on hearing the nickname. Holy shit. I pulled away, taking the key swiftly before turning away. My hands trembled as I battled to open the door. Not sparing him a glance, I shut the door, my back slammed against it. My hand moved to touch my lips, realization setting in. I had kissed Kayden Mellow, my husband's best friend. Way to go, Lillian.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

Not from me. His hand lands on my shoulder. I shiver, an involuntary, archaic reflex. — Get out of here. Now. — Why? Are you afraid of what might happen if we are alone? — I'm afraid of nothing. Especially not of you. He leans in, his lips brushing the skin of my neck, just behind my ear. A kiss barely there, a breath. — You're lying. I can feel it. You're trembling. I clench my fists, shame and anger mixing into an explosive cocktail in my veins.

Or is it pity? "I love you so, so much, sweetheart. I'm sorry for everything…" he added and looked at me. My lips parted in shock. He's a liar. I don't wanna believe him anymore but when he said those words, why does it reach my heart? I was stunned, so I didn't have the chance to move away when he cupped my cheeks and claimed my lips. He kissed me so gently. So, painfully. His hands are trembling against my face. His lips are so cold.

I knew I should push her away, but my body seemed to be betraying me. And then, just as I expected, Liah pressed her lips against mine. For a moment, I felt a jolt of familiarity. Her lips were soft, just like I remembered. They were warm and inviting, and for a fleeting instant, I felt like I was transported back in time. But as I stood there, frozen in shock, something struck me. What was I doing? This was Liah, the woman who had tormented me for years. She had manipulated me, used me, and hurt me in ways I never thought possible. And I was letting her kiss me?

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While his one hand was pinning my hands above my head, he kept his other hand back of his palm on my forehead. " You don't have a fever. You lied to me, Lia??" The coldness in his voice was scaring me. " I.. I.." I tried to reason. " Yes or no, Lia??" He asked his voice cold as ice. I didn't reply. I lied, but because I was scared to face him and anxious to know what he even thinks of the kiss. Thinks of me. " So you lied to me and came to the club and whoring yourself around for those old bastards to lust over you???"

His hand traveled down to my thigh, carefully avoiding the worst bruises, but worshiping every inch of skin that wasn’t broken. “You scared the hell out of me,” he said between kisses. “Don’t do that again.” “I’ll try not to,” I breathed. “But no promises.” He smiled against my skin, then lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Lovia,” he whispered. “If you weren’t injured right now, I’d make you forget the word revenge.” he said. I grinned, my fingers teasing the waistband of his pants. “Who says I can’t multitask?” His lips crashed into mine again, and I lost myself in the kiss—the kind of kiss that feels like forgiveness and war and surrender all at once.