Liar Star Wars Novels & Stories

He said I was a rotten liar, but it was Rylan who lied! "Today, Dad chased me out of my room and made me live in the stairwell. The stairwell is so dark and cold. I'm so scared, but I'm also afraid Dad will get even angrier if I say anything. Will Dad stop being mad if I keep being a good boy? Will he stop blaming me?" …

Mark stammered, trying to come up with an excuse. "Don't bother," Leia snapped, cutting him off. "I know exactly what's going on here. You've been cheating on me with the maid, haven't you?" Mark tried to deny it, but he knew it was pointless. "Yes, I have," he finally admitted, looking down at the ground in shame. Leia's expression softened slightly. "I'm not happy about it, but I've known you long enough to know that you're not the faithful type. I always thought I could change you, but I guess I was wrong."

He turned out to be a liar so she was sure he was about to start telling her more lies. With a heavy sigh, Liam embarked on the task of laying out the truth to Karen. He started detailing his encounter with Sheila, emphasizing that him and Sheila were allies and nothing more, eliminating the false claims Sheila had made about their romantic involvement. He explained how they had teamed up against Mr Clark and his organisation.

beside him Sofia pleaded to him and glaring at the culprit because of whom I had to be in this difficult situation I wanted to dig my nails into her throat and rip out her bobbing Adam’s apple that had been gulping every few seconds in as she flickered her gaze between me and my mate. I can’t believe I had once thought of her as family. The door burst open behind us and glaring at all of us Leia exclaimed, “What the hell is going on here?” She looked slightly pissed as she stared down at us and focusing her attention on Clay and Cain she said, “Couldn’t you two take these fights somewhere else? Can’t I have two minutes of peace with my mate?” Letting go of Cain, Clay fixed himself and sneaki

"She's a pretty, empty doll my father made me marry. A political move to strengthen our position. Now, I'm finally free." Ice flooded my veins. Through the crack in the door, I saw him—my husband, "dead" for three months. He was caressing a blonde's face, his eyes full of a love he never showed me. Bianca Rosso. Daughter of our main rivals. "Honey, are you sure no one will find out?" Bianca was sitting on his lap, her fingers tracing the tattoo on his chest. The iris flower. He told me it was a symbol of our eternal love. A fucking lie.

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

"I don't know any Rebel, you are mistaken Alpha" I say trying to push myself out of his grip but he refuses. Staring at me without saying a word. "Don't lie Vera. I hate liers with passion. Now tell me." I gulp , staring back at him. Not afraid to lie on his face again. "I said I don't know Rebel. Do you need an affidavit for it now?" He doesn't like the way I retorted back, his fingers coil around my neck from behind and he pushes me closer to him

“Darth Vader’s invading! Run, Princess Leia!” I blinked. “What in the world are you dreaming about?” “Star Wars,” she mumbled sleepily. Then her eyes lit up. “Wait—do you watch Star Wars?” “Nope,” I admitted. “But I had a neighbor who was obsessed with it. He used to narrate the whole story to me.” Gwen grinned. “I knew it. You’ve got major Princess Leia vibes.” I laughed softly. “Me? Leia? That’s a stretch.” “Don’t argue with me—you’re stunning, like a princess. I don’t hand out compliments for free, you know.”

“You want to prove you’re clean? Tell me everything. Names, dates, operations.” His jaw flexed. “You’ll get one name. Lieutenant Sarah Coetzee. Logistics and comms. She reroutes everything. She’s the real leak. I was getting close, so she tried to frame me. Myra… you have to believe me. I’ve been trying to stop this.” I studied him. The fear in his eyes didn’t feel fake. But lies and truth danced close when survival was on the line. Before I could answer, my phone vibrated.

“Enough. You dare tell me these lies right now, when my wife is fighting for her life in that room? You think I can’t see through it? After everything this family is facing?” He stood up slowly, stepping closer. His presence filled the space, tall and commanding even in tiredness. “You really think I’m a fool, Lia? That I’d swallow this without question? Tell me the real reason you’re so desperate to paint Serena as the villain here.” Lia trembled, backing up a step. Her hands shook as she clutched her bag. “I… I’m sorry, Mr. Laurent. I was just worried. I didn’t mean—”