Liar Liar Mom Novels & Stories

Andy defended immediately. "Keep quiet. What do you know? Didn't you read Lia's letter along side see the poison bottle? " She asked angrily almost yelled. " I know but.... " " It's okay Andy" Lisa immediately interrupted. " I didn't kill Lia mom. Believe me" Lisa said sadly. Her own mother too were among her accusers. Nothing.. absolutely nothing hurt more than this. "Shut up. You did. I can't believe you could do this to your own flesh and blood" her mom half yelled not wanting to attract attention.

Lia said, touching Lydia's leg and she giggled. "That's ticklish and don't worry about that. I had more free time. How did you learn?" Lia smiled as she moved her seed home. “From my mom. I don’t really know who my dad is and so it has always been my mum and I.” "That's beautiful." Lydia's stomach growled and she flushed in embarrassment holding her stomach. "I'm getting hungry." "Me too." Lia rubbed her belly, thankful that Lydia had said something. She had been too shy to say anything since it was the middle of the night.

“Of course, thank you.” I take a seat in the waiting room and pull out my phone. LO: Are you going to come visit me sometime soon? MOM: You’ve been there for two days! LO: Yes. But I miss you already. MOM: Ok. What’s wrong? LO: Noting. MOM: You’ve always been a terrible liar. MOM: Honey, what is it? LO: I think I messed things up already. MOM: Blame your father. LO: MOM!

"I burnt them all, there were a lot of them." "See?" Mom snapped. "Simon, you're a crazy liar!" She spat. "What would you gain by lying against me? What sort of stupidity is this? We've known each other for almost 40 years and you want to break that bond for some stupid lie?" Mom cried.

“I did not cause him any problems…” “I don’t believe that a man, who is just married, and has just marked his mate, would go from club to another to hook up with different females when he had a wife waiting for him at home. Had you been satisfying him, I don’t think that any man, and not just my son, would go ahead choosing a different woman over his wife if he was satisfied.” Mom said, attacking Lia, stopping her from completing what she had to say. Lia went to say something, but growling, I stopped her.

Mom replied without looking at him. His head snapped up at the sound of her voice. "What do you mean, you didn't know?" he demanded. Mom closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "He lied to me. I thought that he was human. I didn't find out the truth until I was already pregnant with Lilly. I left him when I found out." Mom explained with tears in her eyes. Skol looked even angrier at this but his eyes softened when he looked at Mom. He sighed and took a step closer to the house.

I said, all the words coming out in one breath just as they had when I was a little boy about to get in trouble. “Oh no,” Mom moaned. “Lincoln, you know you’re a terrible liar.” “But you said she believed me. She was worried.” “That’s not really something to celebrate,” Mom pointed out. “Maybe I lied well,” I said aloud, feeling suddenly evolved. “Being a bad liar is good, honey, and you’ve never been able to pull one over on me. Maybe Jessica doesn’t know you well, but I can guarantee you that I’d never fall for it. I can see right through you.”

“Are you trying to say that I am a liar? That the woman who carried you for nine months is a liar? You are believing a stranger’s word over mine? Is this how I raised you?” “Mom, can you stop playing the victim already? You have been using this ploy for years and I am so grateful that you gave birth to me but enough is enough already! Liana is your daughter-in-law whether you accept it or not. I wish her and her baby the best and I don't have anything against the innocent child. The truth remains that the baby doesn't belong to me and that is final!”

Or so she claims. "Don't trust her," Lily whispers, pressing her cold palms against the bathroom mirror from the other side. "She'll tell you anything to keep you." I want to believe my sister. But my mother has never lied to me. Not once. Not about my father leaving. Not about the scar on my knee from when I fell off my bike. Not about the money she borrowed from my college fund to pay for Grandma's funeral. My mother is many things—strict, stubborn, occasionally cruel—but she is honest.

They would put bugs in my backpack, scribble all over my desk, and even jab me with sewing needles when no one was looking. “She’s a liar! I didn’t make that up! She said her mom wouldn’t buy her snacks, but that’s not true! She just ate everything herself and didn’t want to share! Teachers say liars are bad. We were just trying to teach her a lesson!” His mom’s face darkened. She smacked him on the back of his head and told him to shut up. Mom’s legs gave out. If she had not grabbed the edge of the desk, she might have collapsed right there.