Liar Liar Book Novels & Stories

Logan lied. This was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Azariah was so damn done having a liar for a child, besides, at seven, he wants to be a professional liar. What then will he be at ten? who knows, maybe he might graduate into a thief. Thinking about how he might end up with a liar and son as his son, Azariah's blood boiled within him.

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

Liara took around three hours to finally select all the books that she needed, and then she looked for her sister, who was still not back from that phone call. She smiled sadly when she realized that she was left alone AGAIN. Her sister could spend a day in shopping but not couldn't spend an hour here. 'Moon Goddess, will my mate also leave me alone when he will be with Tee?' She asked the question which always made her insecure. . #TBC . A/N: Dear Grammer Police, you can stop reading this book now and here. I saw mean comments when I checked a couple of my books after one month. I wonder, 'are you blind?' I mean, I have always warned readers in the very first chapter about grammatical error

Liviana was a liar. She was a good liar- she lied for good reasons; for safety and peace of mind. Fibs is what she called them, minimizing the act of deception by telling herself that it wasn't with any ill intent. She wasn't a horrible person or untrustworthy- she was smart. She was careful. And she only did what was necessary for her survival. She told little white lies, which, in comparison to the lies her parents told- waving them like a red flag as they dared the world to call them out, was nothing. Compared to the rest of her family, Liviana Castelli was a saint.

"A book can transport us to distant realms, introducing us to characters who become our confidants, even lovers, for a brief moment in time. What tale has captured your imagination, dear stranger?" Liam, caught off guard by Layla's profound observation, found himself charmed by her eloquence. "It's a novel by one of my favorite authors," he confessed, a hint of enthusiasm seeping into his words. "The protagonist embarks on a perilous journey, facing countless obstacles in search of his true purpose. It's a story that resonates deeply within me, as if the pages of my life mirror the trials and tribulations of this fictional hero."

“Lamp my ass.” “That's the truth.” Nikolai reached for my wrist, pulling me outside until we were at the entrance of his room. He flung me inside and pointed at the electrical socket, then at the lamp that had been packaged on the table, burnt and black. “I knew you would need evidence.” “You're lying,” I shook my head as I stared at the lamp, “you're lying to me.” “One thing about perpetual liars is they think everyone is like them. The evidence is right there and you still don't believe it,” Nikolai shook his head, “that only points at your ability to fake evidence.”

Jesse muttered, “Or straight-up fiction.” Lia crossed her arms. “If you write a single word about me swooning over you, I’m burning your manuscript.” I gasped. “Lia, please. I have integrity.” Colby snorted. “Since when?” “Since now.” I grinned. “I’ll be honest in my storytelling. For example, I’ll make sure to include how Lia almost fell off a cliff that one time.” “That wasn’t my fault!” Lia shot back. “The ground collapsed!”

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.

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

If she had based a lot of Wolf on the book, that was a good reason why she was avoiding the issue. Today was Lia's third day at the library, plowing her way through the books she'd gathered. She was actually putting her time to good use, digging into the history of shifters and legends that had sprung from this area. She knew, had a gut feeling, the connection she was hunting was here, and she didn't intend to leave until she discovered it.