Liars Quotes Novels & Stories

Chen made the mistake of turning toward him. “Jaxon, would you like to share anything tonight?” she asked. His eyes lit up in a way that would have terrified a more cautious woman. “Oh, grief,” he said with a soft laugh. “I do not really do grief. Grief is for people who still believe things matter.” The silence that followed felt sharp. Margaret stared at him with open anger. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “How did you even get into this group?” He looked at her calmly. “I lied,” he said.

No matter what others thought, he had always defended me, trusted me without question. Now, he doubted me and raised his voice for Vivian and Sean. All I had for him was complete despair. Seeing my expression change, he quickly softened his tone. "Lia, I'm not blaming you. The boy is missing, and everyone's worried. If you know where he is, just tell us." I straightened and replied coldly, "I don't know. Don't ask me. Go to the police." Rudolf still did not believe me, difficulty all over his expression. "Lia…"

With that, I switched off my phone and fell asleep, oblivious to the chaos unfolding in the comments. [What's going on, Jilian? Going through a phase?] [Wait… Are you getting divorced?] That comment received a reply that said, [Shut up. Give her some space.] In a group chat with Harvey's friends, someone wrote what no one dared say aloud. [I told you Harvey went out of line by turning a whole celebration into a funeral. Whatever happened, he should've waited until after the event. Jilian looked completely broken that day.] Someone stepped in and spoke up on Harvey's behalf. [Come on, a life was lost. We'd all pause for a stranger, let alone a first love. Everyone has a crush they never actua

Every move said the same thing: he was in his element. This was a game. And it belonged entirely to him. I was already playing, whether I wanted to or not. “You know,” he said, his voice softening, almost coaxing, “I don’t like liars.” My chest tightened. “There is nothing I hate more than a liar,” he went on, his tone controlled, dangerous. “Because, do you know how dangerous a liar is?” I shook my head quickly, eyes wide. "No, I didn’t...." I tried to explain

Chloe had provoked a dying woman until her heart gave out. And Julian? He had stood on the wrong side. He had stood against the woman he claimed to love, ruthlessly shoving her away. He hadn't even glanced at the jagged wound on Elara's back before walking out with her tormentor. The last of his strength evaporated. Julian collapsed onto the floor, his hand shaking so violently he could barely hold his phone. "I’m sorry, Elara... I was wrong. It’s all my fault." "Please... just pick up the phone."

The question of someone who was genuinely curious rather than filling a silence. “Nothing,” I said. He looked at me for a moment. “Liar,” he said. I laughed. Not a polite one, the surprised kind, the one that came from somewhere unguarded because he had delivered it with the timing of someone who had been paying attention. The flat liar with nothing attached to it, no accusation, just the simple accurate observation. “I’m not lying,” I said. “You had the thinking face,” he said. “I don’t have a thinking face.”

“I do not trust the media, just like you do not. They lie like it is a sport. But evidence does not. The past does not. So tell me, Mirabella, can a person's past be a lie?” My laughter came out thin, barely a sound, more mockery than amusement. My eyes said he was insane to ask me that, even though my lips settled on something softer. “They should not be,” I replied instead. “But I guess they do not always tell the whole story either, do they?”

Judging by how much money they gleaned from you over the years, perhaps this is a trick they pulled to swindle you out of money. Just like that, she made it look like Mom and I were nothing but gold-diggers. Indeed, Mom's medical bills had weighed heavily on our finances over the years. Hans seemed to have realized this too, and his expression immediately hardened. "Lauren, we've been married for ages. There's no need to lie to me. I hate liars like you the most!" he spat. "Stay here and reflect on yourself. I'll go confirm whether your mom's situation is true."

Full of lies. ***

"Mei ap sei aik baat pucho?" (Can I ask you something?) He nodded his head as an answer. "Apko-apko jhoot sei kitni nafrat hai?" (How much do you despise lies?) "Na srf jhoot bl k jhoot bolnay walay sei b, shadeed nafrat," (Not only lies, I despise liars as well and that too very much) "What would you do if somebody lied to you?" "Depends on how big of a lie it was,"