Liar Land Book Novels & Stories

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

And as she touched it, The book opened itself. The world froze. Every breath held hostage. Every sound dulled, Because on the first page of that sealed book was Liolai’s name. Over and over again, Written in different hands. Different scripts. Some trembling. Some angry. Some loving. Each line was a version of Liolai that had died in another telling. Dozens, Hundreds, Thousands. The daughter who never lived. The daughter who was stolen. The daughter who never forgave. The daughter who turned into ink.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

Lia said, reading out a list. "Okay," Lisa said and we all went to our appointed areas. Rather handily Lia's bookshelf was organised into three sections: 'books I am yet to read', 'mediocre books' and 'books I would absolutely read again'. Allison and I picked out four, two from the would read again section and two from the am yet to read section. "Lia? Where did you last see your charger?" I asked, looking under her very low bed. "Keep looking where you are, it could have slipped under there," she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag.

I didn’t expect Davvy to knock me in my room and it would soften like this to me now. She immediately lay down on her bed while I hugged her. It was as if something touched my heart as I watched it. I sat on her side and then picked up the book she wanted me to read. The book title is Barbie and the Island Princess. At first, it was okay as I read that, but in the end, I suddenly felt heavier. I am figuring out that Barbie was Davvy. I thought it was just a love story between Barbie and the prince, but I am wrong because there is a part in the end that Barbie's mother is a queen lady.

The conversation flowed like the vintage port they had been savouring—rich, warm, and utterly intoxicating. Believing their shared physical and emotional intimacy was an iron-clad sign of eternal loyalty and indiscretion, Lloyd felt compelled to reveal a few last, valuable fragments of information. It was the crucial, tactical data one shares only with a trusted confidante. He leaned in, his breath scented with the port, and spoke in hushed tones about a key local contact—a man named Gagan, a seemingly innocuous clerk who managed the most sensitive land papers in the district. “He’s the key, darling,” Lloyd murmured. “He can make the right documents appear or disappear. He’s my insurance pol

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He said, that made me think. I’ve always heard about this Micro Society, that it is where the game Date a Liar takes course but I never knew what’s inside. This truly catches my attention so I freely lend my ear to him and silenced myself from having internal thoughts. “You see, the fact that our country is floating in the atmosphere, developing a small society is not impossible anymore, even the development of a device that can be used as a head gear to enter other realities has been perfected.” He started and the long, thick red blind on his back separated on the middle and revealed a huge screen.

A dangerous observation. Because comfortable had become their thing lately "What are you reading?" Liam showed her the cover. A parenting book. Judith burst out laughing. "Oh my God." "What?" "You're actually reading those." Liam looked offended. "They're educational." "They're terrifying." "They're useful." "They're written by people who think babies are tiny dictators." A smile appeared on Liam's face. "They are tiny dictators." Judith laughed harder. The sound echoed softly through the room. For a moment, Liam simply watched her

“I remember the time I visited the bustling markets of Silverbookshire. There were a lot of exotic foods to try that I’ve never seen before. It turned out to be a haven for merchants who sell weird traditional cuisines to tourists. One of them gave me a bracelet made of shells. I still have it in my closet to this day.” I listened intently as the man tells me about his experiences enthusiastically. If there’s one person you can ask about every place in the Kingdom, the werewolf prince will surely be the perfect fit to the position. I wonder if a time will come where I’ll travel like him. “And I remember when I visited the lone island of Puloo in the middle of the Grumpy Sea,” he continued, e