Liar Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

What will happen to us? "I am not being secretive," I said. "Okay, I believe you. There's no need for secrets between us. It's me and you against the world, right?" she asked. "Yes," I whispered. That night, I couldn't focus on anything. I felt guilty making love to her. Rose's P. O. V. Liam is definitely lying. His grey eyes were dark and they were avoiding my gaze when he answered my questions. What was it? Is he cheating on me? Did his feelings for Annie come back?

“The death of Rueben had indeed been a shock but don't you think it was just random and maybe from a fellow business partner?“ She purred, stepping closer. “And how about Lucien's dead?…Don't be stupid Clarissa, if anything you should be scared because Lovia will surely come for you next.“ I replied her. She rolled her eyes, coming up behind me and resting her hand on my shoulder. “You and I both saw that girl die in the forest Or what was left of it. The fire devoured her… Lovia Diaz is dead, babe.” My fingers curled into a fist, hands trembling slightly. Can't believe she could be this clueless. “I said,” I growled lowly, “ stop lying to yourself.“ Then She blinked, stunned into silence. I

“Yes.” But her voice shook, Because she wasn’t sure anymore. The Author stepped forward. In its hands: a closed book. Her real story. Not the one she’d rewritten. Not the one she bled into. This one was untouched. Complete. And sealed. If opened, it would end everything. It was the version where Kael never came back. Where Liolai didn’t survive the rupture. Where Liora died on the battlefield of a fate she never asked for. The Author extended the book to her, A quiet, final offer. No violence Just relief. From grief, From guilt. From carrying so much story alone.

He let out a sigh, and I could see he was starting to show something on his face, but I never expected him to say this, "are you sure it's mine?" I blink a few times. "Excuse me?" "I mean, it could be Grant's or Mark's. You two aren't exactly real siblings. You two could have an affair -" Liam stopped talking because I threw the jug of water into his face. He stood up immediately, wiping the excessive water drenching his face and clothes. He snarled at me. "What the fuck, Lily!" How dare he say that?! "I asked you to come to have a lovely dinner. When I told you I was pregnant, you had to assume it wasn't yours and had the fucking nerve to say it. I think I slept with Grant or Mark. Are you

Consent I smiled at what he said. "Oh my God, of course, I'm not and will never be." I said. He grinned and nodded. “You are also ambitious, I already scored at me and then you're still so ambitious that I'm jealous You're really thick, Dave.” He lost his mischievous smile and looked at me seriously. "You're still a liar, Brii." He became serious. “Quit staring at me. I know I'm beautiful, but I'm not a liar.” I averted my eyes from it and my hand searched for my clothes. “You can come out now, Dave. You are done with your goal in my body.”

“Since you’re already going, how about I tell you a little secret?” She smiled and leaned close to my ear. “That cornea of yours... was actually given to me.” My fingers froze in place, and Joanna looked even more smug. “Surprised? Your husband and son teamed up to deceive you, all for me.” “To be honest, Laura, if I ended up like you, I’d have bashed my own head in already.” She tore open my deepest wound without mercy, and though I remained expressionless, my fingers were digging into my palm.

It had been exactly a month since the liar gas was exposed. It all started in a science lab. It was supposed to be kept a secret by the inventors but one of the scientists had been careless enough to allow the release of the dangerous gas into the atmosphere. At first, the government tried to conceal this secret, hoping it would go unnoticed by the public. But then, things grew worse. It wasn't even a minute old after a lie when the victim would cough and fall to their knees, then pass away.

"Unlike Flora. She relies purely on her own hard skills to carve out a place in the design world. How could someone like you possibly compare to her?" Hearing him say that, it suddenly struck me that the name 'Flora' sounded awfully familiar. There was an architect in our industry who had been blacklisted by multiple firms for plagiarism. If I recalled correctly, she shared that exact name. Watching the two of them act so intimately, I clenched my fists tight, my voice trembling. "So... while I was away, you’ve been cheating on me all along?" "Cheating?" Louis acted as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

By dawn, his legs were so numb he had to crawl and stumble for half an hour just to stand. He whispered a final, broken apology to the photo and began his descent. He didn't go back to our house. Instead, he visited the dilapidated apartment we shared as young adults—a place where we huddled together on a single bed for warmth, sharing a cheap tin of meat and feeling like we owned the world. He visited the corner cafe where I used to read by the window, and he climbed the ten thousand steps to Lover’s Leap, where he found our faded prayer ribbon: Julian and Elara, Mates Forever. He untied it with trembling hands and tucked it against his heart. It took over a month of burning through every c