Liars Novel Novels & Stories

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

Her face was full of grievance, her expression pitiful, as though she'd been wronged. If I hadn't already lived through the nightmare she orchestrated—my body destroyed, my family annihilated—I might have fallen for her act all over again. Who would have thought that the childhood friend who grew up beside me like family… would be the mastermind behind my family's destruction? "Chelsea, you're biased against Andy. He's my fiancé—he would never harm me." But the moment I finished speaking, the finance director, who had only just left, rushed back in, panic written all over his face.

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.”

He remembered the small wooden horse that had been reduced to ashes. "Ah–!" Blake roared, unleashing every ruthless method at his disposal to investigate. Within a single day, the entire city was thrown into chaos. The men who had run Lily down were dragged into the basement. Under torture so brutal it made death seem like mercy, they finally broke. "It… It was Victoria! "She leaked Madam's whereabouts and paid us to kill Miss Lily. She said she was the Don's favorite woman. As long as Helena and her daughter were gone, she could be the Don's wife."

“They destroyed everything else. This is it. Whatever this is, Ursa’s going to need to be one hell of a storyteller.” Aisha looked down at the book, a suffocating feeling creeping up her lungs. But not for herself.

I am Lily Cade, and I am an author. I wrote a book called "Love Is In Your Heart, My Prince." At the end of the story, I turn the Prince into a Tyrant and murder the Villainess, and the Heroine which enrages all of the fans. 'Why did you do that, Author!?' One of the fans' comments 'I wish that the author would be the villainess' a fan also commented 'Poor Heroine' Another follower commented

In himself “Hah. I told Lucian Blackwell a fake sob story of my life and he believed it.” Liam chuckled as he thought about everything he had said to Lucian today. After all, it was all a lie. And he was a devil who lied in each step of power. His past was like a melancholic song. Tragic. Sad. Alone. And Liam Blackwood had no intention to let anyone know of his past. Especially Lucian. *** Hey my loves! How was the chapter guys?

Liam paced the length of his study, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. The warm glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows against the walls, but its comfort did nothing to ease the storm brewing within him. His mind raced, torn between disbelief and hope. The rumors had started as a faint whisper, spoken in the hushed tones of underworld informants and mercenaries. At first, he dismissed them as baseless gossip—cruel tricks played by those who enjoyed stirring up pain. But the whispers grew louder, more frequent, and now they clawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t ignore.

That guy was even reluctant to explain himself. “Silly girl, are you really touched by what he said? I’ve been through this. Let me tell you. If men are reliable, then pigs could really fly! They are so good at lying. If they tell you about ten things, you’re still being lied to by them even though you believe only a tiny part of what they say. Maybe you even feel grateful for them after they cheated on you!” Lilian sounded like she had experienced all those things. She said anxiously. Mandy frowned and looked at the divorce agreement in her hands. But she said nothing.

“No. Because I’m tired. Because the people in that book would kill us both to keep their secrets. And because, believe it or not, I’m not interested in dying in a gutter while someone like Rowen keeps his pension.” I held his gaze, trying to find the lie. There wasn’t one. “You think this is enough to bring them down?” “With you? Yes,” he said simply. “You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch when the truth gets ugly.” I looked down at the ledger again. The names in it were rot disguised as law, corruption dressed up in uniforms and robes. This wasn’t just evidence. It was a warhead. “If I take this,” I said, voice low, “you and I—”