Liar Built To Spill Novels & Stories

Randy murmured sleepily. “Yeah?” “You okay?” I swallowed hard. “Yeah. Just tired.” He smiled faintly. “You worry too much.” Maybe I did. Or maybe I just knew what was coming. Because no matter how deep you bury a lie, it always finds a way back to the surface. And I could already feel mine rising, inch by inch, waiting for the night it would finally destroy everything.

He called former partners; they either didn't answer or hung up after a few perfunctory words. Absolutely no one in the industry was willing to work with someone sporting a record of plagiarism and bankrupt credibility. Throughout this entire process, Louis finally saw Flora's true colors. It turned out Flora had no actual skills at all; she was a complete and utter fraud. Her so-called works were all cobbled together by plagiarizing the designs of me and other well-known architects. Because she had repeatedly plagiarized other architects' work, she had long been blacklisted by multiple firms, and could only latch onto Louis through deception.

"I want to announce one more thing. Bob over here is Mr. Brown's nephew, and he makes seventy-six hundred a month. He doesn't do any proper work and wanders around the company all day, and the second anything happens, he reports it to Mr. Brown. He's a spy in all but name." The crowd under the stage erupted again. No matter the time or place, everyone hated a spy. More than that, they were all workers. Bob had practically sold them out. Bob was so scared he jumped up at once. "Don't believe him! He's lying! Mr. Brown and I are not related to each other!" The employees were still furious. "Lies! I've seen him sneaking off to Mr. Brown's office every once in a while!" "You think we're blind?!

He scoffed "Holy shit." I used the end of the gun to hit his head "Open the fucking door." Someone yelled as he banged on the door. Holy shit! Looks like when Luke said this building is the safest, he wasn’t kidding around. "Open the door!" A voice yelled behind the door.

"Do you think I am a child? That I will believe anything you will say? Do you think I don't know the difference between hot water and acid? Do you think I don't know which is acid and which is hot water? If the liquid your daughter spilled wasn't acid, that carpet wouldn't have burned. If it was really hot water, the carpet would have only gotten wet. Your lie is out. Don't try to cover it up unnecessarily. Correct yourself and tell your daughter to correct herself too before she falls in grave danger," John said. "John, don't talk unnecessarily. Dad will never know about this," Stella said. "The truth is never hidden for long. One day, it will come out." James's voice came from behind. Ever

Shards of porcelain scattered everywhere, glittering like broken promises under the chandelier's light. "Please, stop!"I cried, my voice cracking as I stepped forward. "That bowl cost me millions of dollars! Its real—I swear its real!" Jasper smirked, leaning back against the table with an air of victory. "Sure it did,"he said mockingly. "Youre just a liar trying to play in leagues far above your station." I turned to Shirley, hoping for some kind of support, but her face was a storm of conflicting emotions. She stepped closer to me, her voice low but filled with disappointment. "Nina, I thought we were friends. How could you lie to us like this? I trusted you."

“Liar. You’re a fucking liar. Shalling sounded like the tip came from someone who knew both of us, someone who described the girl’s physic, the exact shade of lipstick she wears. That’s you, Lily. That’s your petty-ass handwriting all over it.” “Petty?” She exploded now, the breeziness gone, replaced by something raw and venomous. “Petty is you cheating on your girl and then having the balls to call me screaming like I’m the villain! I didn’t tell shit! I don’t know her, I don’t care about her, and I sure as hell don’t owe you explanations for your own screw-ups. But since we’re here—yeah, maybe someone should’ve told her sooner. Maybe she deserves better than a spineless cheat who jumps fro

"I promise, just seven spoons." "Okay! Seven spoons." Liara agreed. "So, you’re happy with him?" He questioned, to which she nodded her head. "But he didn’t want you in the beginning as much as he was interested in Tee." He pointed it out. "Sometimes things are not exactly what they look like," Liara said before adding. "Sometimes our own eyes and ears can deceive us." "Ahh!! Maybe you’re right. And how’re you adjusting yourself in this... hellhole?"

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

“This world is nothing but liars.” Dante slid his arm around her waist, his lips brushing her hair. “Then let’s be the best liars of them all.” Their eyes lingered on their daughter, the wolf and his queen watching their heir sleep, their reign carved in blood, their future balanced on lies. For now, it was enough.