Liar Star Wars Novels & Stories

"I have already consulted the great tribal prophet Laika; we are not to be. There is no one more handsome than myself. And here's the worst part: they predict your unmarried future." And I mean, "Oh my freaking no!" "You're foolish, Oswin; you think Myra won't find a husband with her beauty?" I chimed in, also laughing my head off. Even if we consult Laika Maluahr, the oracle! "I plan to wed an Aragon or a Santisi! Don't be a Leviste because they're a strange bunch. I really enjoyed that one!" Myra continued to stroll alongside me while giving Oswin the cold shoulder.

I begin stirring my already-stirred coffee, as I collect my thoughts on what I can tell him. "Well...nothing happened really..." I try to lie. "Tris, I know we only became friends today - but I would like you to know that I do not appreciate being lied to" I lowly growl at him, as my instincts tell me he is telling me what I should not do. "But...I can't stop you from doing so. I just would prefer if say you don't want to tell me, rather than telling me a lie" he says calmly, sipping his coffee. A few minutes of silence pass by.

He sealed the promise with a final, lingering kiss—a kiss that was less about passion and more about loyalty. They climbed back down, returning to the world of deceit and corporate war, but they were no longer the same. They had a secret, a sanctuary, and a shared passion that was now the true, unspoken heart of their political alliance. They separated in the shadow of the watchtower, two lovers turning into a spy and a vice president, ready to face their respective co-conspirators, their bodies thrumming with the electric promise of their next, forbidden reunion. The game was far from over, but now, Lara knew she was playing for a much higher prize than a golden parachute. She was playing f

Lia is so busy training hard because she felt like I beat her too easily at the sparring we both had but all explanations that I had to give that it was because I had been learning how to fight since I was born and well, I am an alpha too so I will be more stronger fall on deaf ears. She told me that she felt weak but I know that’s all a lie. This is happening to her all because she is feeling so goddamn nervous about the war and I have told times without number that I have got this under control. But for now, while everyone slaves away training and shit, I am sitted here in my chambers with my tablet and I am watching this series on N*****x about werewolves. This is my way of distressing. Y

Ava’s POV I honestly thought I was helping Lily. I thought I was doing something nice for someone and she would do the same for me. I did not think that she still held any grudges against me, but clearly, I was wrong. You should be more careful. Tide said into my mind. We cannot smell lies or other emotions here like we could in the were world. Not all humans are friendly.

Lia Amarie has been in love with Tristan Hemsworth ever since middle school when he moved in next door with his little son, who she instantly became best friends with. Now she's nineteen, and still very much lusting over the sexy, very much older billionaire Adonis's hot body, every beautiful inch. But to Tristan, Lia will always be off-limits. The little girl who always ran out to hug him whenever he came back from work. Can she rise above this silly perceived notion and show him that she can be a bad, naughty girl?

I scoffed, arching my brows in curiosity, my annoyance blossoming. "By any chance, did your persuasion included you shoving your cock in her?" He laughed in a ridiculously absurd manner that annoyed me the more. But instead of replying, he turned towards the bartender. "I'd have whatever he's having," then he turned to face me again. "Besides, do you think Leia would let me have her? No man. Not even in a million years.” This was never even real to begin with, we were just the right ally for our schemes and needed each other at the time. I couldn't put it past her to sneak into another man's bed, just as she did with me.

And then, out of nowhere, Liam stood up. His voice cracked. But it rang louder than anyone expected. “She’s lying!” Everyone turned. “She promised me money. Said she’d make me famous if I helped get rid of Maya. And when I wanted to stop, she threatened my family. My little sister…” He started crying. “I didn’t want to do it anymore. But I was scared. And I’m sorry. But she’s lying. She used me. All of you, she used all of you.” The silence that followed was crushing.

He muttered. Lia nodded slowly. "How long have I got left?" He paused, staring into nothingness for a little while, then breathed out the words; "I think around 90 years." Lia gasped, putting a hand to cover her mouth. "Only 90 years?" "I'm sorry, kid. But Star Wars have lied to you. No, you will not be living for 400 years. Maybe a hundred more, tops." She giggled, then jumped up on the bed taking the covers off. "I'm bored. Mom just stepped out for a quick call but she's coming back in with one of her boring stories."

"She got so worked up her claws shredded the skin on my back." He looked down at the silver band in his hand—the ring he had yet to slide onto my finger—with total indifference. "I’m laying it all out there, Elara," he said. "Whether you still want the title of Luna is entirely up to you." ... A deathly silence fell over the town square. The entire pack was waiting for the union to be sealed. My mother was there, too. She had been covering her mouth to stifle tears of joy; now, her expression had twisted into one of pure horror.