Liar The Book Novels & Stories

Please feel free to read my completed books on this platform: The Bad Boy's Problem The Debt Collector My Boss is Clueless The Wrong Brother A Chaotic Flower The Ugly One Excuse Me, I Quit! And my two ongoing books: Stalking Aaron Conquering the Bad Boy + Bonus story attached ( Lily Hates Me)

“This world is nothing but liars.” Dante slid his arm around her waist, his lips brushing her hair. “Then let’s be the best liars of them all.” Their eyes lingered on their daughter, the wolf and his queen watching their heir sleep, their reign carved in blood, their future balanced on lies. For now, it was enough.

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

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.”

And I couldn’t believe it; it was my book. It was the first book I ever published, “My Hero in the Dark.” A smile crept on my lips; he was reading my book, “Coffee?” “Burgundy,” he called, pulling me out of my daydream. I cleared my throat. “What?” “Do you want coffee?” “No…just my money.” Liam nodded, picked up the book, and continued reading like I wasn’t here asking for my money. Was he seriously going to pretend like he doesn’t owe me?

"Could it be ... is that true?" "Sure. That woman is Lia. Lia was betrayed by her own residents who thought she was the incarnation of a demon because she could use scary magic. Moreover, that woman was also betrayed by Azazel, the demon who made a contract with her to defeat Bartholomew Roberts. That's why she was locked up in that mountain for hundreds of years. It must have never been told in a picture book for children." "Of course! Where can a book of such scary stories be given to children? Wait a minute. So, what happened to Lia?"

Every single book in the Library was interesting and worth reading and she doesn't mind visiting the library every day to keep herself busy so she doesn't get bored. She finally found a part that was about the wolves and their Mate, this made her fall into a deep contemplation and she went further and made sure to read everything about it... Some things still confuse her and she wondered why The prince married her.. Lia was so focused on researching more about the Wolves that she didn't notice the person who was leaning against the entrance just staring at her with amusement... His eyes trailed off her scrunched up eyebrows to her eyes which seemed determined to read every single thing in th

I answered. "We will help. We also wanted to know the truth" they said but I didn't answer them I just stared at them. "We also need to finish reading this book to answer all our questions about what really happened before," I said as they nodded. "But before that. We need to make sure if this book is just the truth." said Ash and they agreed. "Who am I?" Lia asked and then suddenly letters appeared in the book.

And as she touched it, The book opened itself. The world froze. Every breath held hostage. Every sound dulled, Because on the first page of that sealed book was Liolai’s name. Over and over again, Written in different hands. Different scripts. Some trembling. Some angry. Some loving. Each line was a version of Liolai that had died in another telling. Dozens, Hundreds, Thousands. The daughter who never lived. The daughter who was stolen. The daughter who never forgave. The daughter who turned into ink.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.