Liar Liar Novels & Stories

"Then you go home early and talk with your mom and brother. I will go get Asher. He is in Sea city now. Wish me luck. His maternal grandparents are like the evil queen reincarnated." "Good luck." Lia had to go through the motions when she announced the lottery. She created a fake website and fake credentials so it would appear genuine if not observed carefully. "Mom, guess what?" Lia yelled. "What happened?" Her brother bounded in her room before her mother. "Mom," He yelled after he saw the screen. "Why are you yelling?" Their mother yelled back. "Come and see," Lia and her brother yelled again. When their mom saw the screen, she was not fazed. At all.

“And your loverboy is having his first dance with his wife.” “He is ignoring me for that bloody bitch.” Lia said in a high pitch. “What’s the point of shouting now? It was you who planted the idea of contract marriage in his mind. You don’t know what kind of stupidity you have done!!” Jennifer spat and ended the call. Lia looked at the blank screen and then threw her phone on the bed. “You are gonna pay for this, Mishka.” ***

“Are you okay?” “Yes.” The lie slid past my lips as smoothly as butter. I was far from okay, but a part of me didn't want Kieran knowing. All it would do was hoing to add to his stress and that was the last thing I needed for either of us. “I'm fine.” “You're a terrible liar, Liana.” He let out slowly. His hands pressed against the wall behind me on both sides, and just next to my head. “Do you know that? I can see right through you and I think you forget that most times.”

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.

"How can you be so fucken... fuck it's like I don't know who you are. You're a fucken liar, you're a thief and you're a murderer. You're a fucken Wolf in a sheep clothing, that's who you are If you could spend 30 fucken years lying to me, lying to us about everything. This founds like shits you watch on a movie and not in real life. You fuck your life up at 18, you loose your womb before you turn 20, you get a rich man marry him and kill him! work with a baby factory, raise the kid you bought from a baby factory and feed him with lies!!

“You want to dance around the truth, fine. But this game of yours it ends soon. I’m getting closer.” “To what?” he asked, voice dropping. “To me? Or to the truth?” Damn him. He leaned forward. “You’re chasing ghosts. You think I’m the big bad wolf, but I’m not the one you should be afraid of.” “You are the one I should be afraid of,” I whispered, hating the truth in the words. “You make people disappear. You lie with a smile. You kiss like you mean it, then walk away like it meant nothing.”

My heart was pounding so loudly, my ears were ringing. “You shouldn’t be speaking to me,” I told him, He looked irritated by my words. “Has he taken that from you, too? The power to talk to people-” “That's not it.” I shook my head, “You know that-”

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

“I'm convinced facts matter." The apartment became quiet again. Linda folded her arms, "then present your facts.” I leaned back slightly. "You were with me the day I initiated the contract.” Her expression remained neutral. “And I left you in the room that same day.” A flicker; small and almost invisible but it was there. Linda looked down at her glass before laughing softly. "So we're playing detective now?” “We’re eliminating possibilities.” She shrugged. “Maybe someone hacked your system." “They didn't."

His voice was filled with anguish and bitterness. “No matter how much I messed up in the past, I have never been unfaithful to Bonnie. I have never been with another woman. “You manipulated me with your lies and clouded my judgment until I pushed her away. I hate myself for not seeing through your games sooner!” Casen’s emotions spiraled. “If you hadn’t tricked me into going to Sicily, I could’ve spent a lovely Valentine’s Day with her. If it weren’t for you, Bonnie would still be here!”