Liar The Book Novels & Stories

She is stronger than she thinks. “I told you everything when you were my friend. Why would I have lied to you then and what makes you think I will tell you anything now?” Lilith sits up, fire blazing in her eyes. Yes. I needed her to become mad. “But what are you not telling me?” I push again. “I told you everything!” She yells at me flinching themoment her lungs expand covering her ribs with her one hand. “Tell me again!” I shout jumping up from the bed. I start to pace up and down, listening to every single word as she goes over her story again, but this time she leaves out the Crazy part. The part where his eyes changes, where he suddenly have a change of heart.

Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her. "The Sacred Book only holds the truth about the King's action, like the lie he imprinted on the humans. Meanwhile, the Records of Lies has the present lies. For instance, the one Zaykee discovered inside the Kingdom of Saobar's underground," Jacob answered instead Colza while glancing at Astrid. "Ehh? The book also knows that?" Zaykee's eyes widened with open mouths as he stares at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob briefly answered. "I see," Astrid spoke.

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

"I won't hide it from you—my lowest bid this time is nineteen million." The moment I finished speaking, Chelsea fell silent. I knew she had taken the bait. A faint smile curved my lips. Both of us, almost in unison, picked up our phones and sent out messages. Soon, the bidding results were announced. I secured the project—for fifteen million. Chelsea staggered, her body swaying. When she spoke, her voice was as rough as gravel scraping against stone. "Melissa… you lied to me again!" Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage.

He called former partners; they either didn't answer or hung up after a few perfunctory words. Absolutely no one in the industry was willing to work with someone sporting a record of plagiarism and bankrupt credibility. Throughout this entire process, Louis finally saw Flora's true colors. It turned out Flora had no actual skills at all; she was a complete and utter fraud. Her so-called works were all cobbled together by plagiarizing the designs of me and other well-known architects. Because she had repeatedly plagiarized other architects' work, she had long been blacklisted by multiple firms, and could only latch onto Louis through deception.

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

“In my eyes, you look just like my mother.” He pulls away, the gun still clasped in his hand. When he rolls it between his fingers, I realize it’s not a real gun. It’s a toy gun, loaded with paint. What the hell!? This is all an act? My eyes dart to the man on the floor, and all I see is just paint smeared all over his face. Now, he’s grunting, propping up on the floor. “You have her smile, sweetpie. And you like to read just like her, except that she reads the weirdest books ever…” Liam drones on with a dreamy smile on his face. “Books like, how to be a better clan whore, you know, things about sex and prostitution.”

Through my blurred vision, I thought I saw the man who had held me close at the funeral and promised me the world. "I'll give you a home, Eleanor. Everything I have is yours." So all of it was just another lie he told me.

She screamed into the night, hoping someone—anyone—might hear her. But the village was too far, and the quiet countryside swallowed her cries. The last thing she saw was the glint of the car’s dark windows as they forced her inside. The door slammed shut, the engine roared to life, and the vehicle disappeared into the night, leaving nothing but a scattered pile of books behind. Lia’s head throbbed as she stirred awake, her body heavy and her vision blurred. The softness beneath her was unfamiliar—too plush, too extravagant for the modest cot in her room.

"You are a woman who can do her job properly; I am a team leader who has been responsible for eighty-five per cent of all sales and revenue. It is only a matter of time, but I will get to sit there." Lial nodded as if she finally understood what was going on. He was a money and power grubber, just like Gavin. "I think I might need to see a shaman or a shrink; why do I keep attracting these kinds of men?" she murmured, pressing her finger to her forehead. "What?" "I think my life needs some kind of supernatural cleansing," she replied. He looked at her confused. "It is either that or god whoever he is or wherever he might be is playing with me. I must be some kind of doll that he uses to ente