Liar Liar Book Novels & Stories

No matter what others thought, he had always defended me, trusted me without question. Now, he doubted me and raised his voice for Vivian and Sean. All I had for him was complete despair. Seeing my expression change, he quickly softened his tone. "Lia, I'm not blaming you. The boy is missing, and everyone's worried. If you know where he is, just tell us." I straightened and replied coldly, "I don't know. Don't ask me. Go to the police." Rudolf still did not believe me, difficulty all over his expression. "Lia…"

"I heard some noises, it sounded like someone was screaming." "You heard that? Oh my, I am so sorry if I woke you up . Sometimes I prefer to listen to the audio version of a book, it gives the story more life you know. I was listening to the audio of a crime novel, hence the screams. I woke you, didn't I?” She did not miss the apology in his eyes. "No, you didn't. I was just curious and a bit concerned." Her shrug was a huge one as she went on to gulp her juice.

“Trust me, Rubi. It is my masterpiece. And you, my beautiful architect, are the one who inspired it.” Rubi offered a final, enigmatic smile—the Kingmaker’s weapon now loaded and returning to base. She walked toward the door, her mission complete. The door closed softly behind her, leaving Lloyd alone with his victory, unaware that the foundation of his empire had just been traded for a night of intense, passionate confessions. The political game had just escalated to the highest possible altitude, and Rubi, the master narrator, had secured the final, crucial chapter.

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

Laura and I exchanged a knowing glance and simply treated it as the mothers’ joke. We hadn’t expected to underestimate their determination to unite the families. My mother gave me a wristwatch, and a few days later, Laura received the women’s version from Ms. Lawson. Or when Laura received earrings from Ms. Lawson, my mother would hand me the matching pair before a negotiation. It had almost become routine. But this time, Laura looked straight into my eyes and said, word by word, “What if I told you that this time, I was willing?” She took a step closer, her voice clear and soft, like spring water gliding over stones, leaving a misty dampness in the depths of my heart.

Samara gives her the finger as she greedily hooks into her own chocolate thick shake. We spend most of lunch listening to Kiarra's funny stories. She met a few people that were staying in the same hotel and went out partying with them, which apparently was the wildest night of her life. She had us in a fit of laughter as she explained how she ended up naked in the back of a van with some guy named Billy, due to a card game gone wrong. I shake my head at her as I wipe my eyes. She isn't one to be that crazy, which makes it even funnier.

❤️ ⸻ For the first time… Anger appeared on his face. ⸻ “You lied.” ⸻ The library shook. ⸻ The Writer sighed. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ “I told a story.” ⸻ The Dreamer’s fists clenched. ⸻ “You manipulated us.” ⸻ The Writer looked genuinely confused. ⸻ “Every author influences their story.” ⸻ The stars darkened. ⸻ “That’s how stories work.” ⸻ 🌙 Ilyaan Refuses

"I know you were the one behind everything that happened to me." I tried to maintain an air of innocence, my heart pounding in my chest. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I replied, attempting to sound genuinely confused. "I would never do anything to harm you." Beta Liu scoffed, a bitter smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You're a terrible liar, Danciana," he accused, his gaze piercing through my facade. "I saw you hiding that book earlier. The one you gave to Alpha Dante. What's inside it?"

And thankfully, Noah and Piper never show. All outward appearance is that I’m present, functional, completely normal. I am, by any external measure, handling this entirely well. I hang on to that charade, clinging to it by my fingernails and sheer force of will, until Liam falls asleep. That’s when my composure shatters. I read him his story, the one about the wolf cub who gets lost in the mountains—he chose it, he always chooses the one about the wolf—and his eyes go heavy and he's out before I close the book.

“But you’ve learned when to bite and when to wait.” Lia breathed out slowly. “I don’t have the energy to hate anymore.” Sia studied her face, the calm behind the words. “Hate burns fast. Survival is slower.” Lia looked down at her hands. The ring caught the light, small flashes across her skin. “Do you think I’m surviving?” “You’re still here,” Sia said simply. “That’s how it starts.” Later that day,Sia found her again, this time in the library.Books were scattered across the table. Lia sat cross-legged on the chair, reading something about trade routes. Her lips moved silently as she followed the lines.