Liars Quotes Novels & Stories

Among all the accusations she could have made, being called a liar by her cut deep. "I have never deceived you or given you a reason to doubt my honesty. Just because you choose not to believe me doesn't make me a liar. Maybe discussing this with you was a mistake," I retorted, the anger seeping through my words. I stood up abruptly, deciding to walk away from the heated conversation before it could get any worse.

"Do you really believe in second chance mates-" "No, it’s bullshit. Don’t believe everything you hear," she said so fast, I thought she rapped. "But you-" "That’s what I said, right?" she smirked and glanced at me. "Did you notice the young ones among them? They’ll probably give up on life if they look at the older ones too much. Sometimes lies make people feel better and uplift their spirits. It saves lives." "Did anyone lie to you?" the words fell before I even knew it.

I said angrily. "I don't believe any word that comes out from this mouth of yours." "Well I don't lie because I don't know how to." "Wait, you haven't lied in your life?" Peter asked. She nodded. "Yes it is in the ten commandments, thou shall not lie" "Yeah that what I heard but I don't believe that. We are all human, no one is that much of a saint." "Yeah I know that." Carla confirmed. I turned to Carla and Peter. "What the fuck?"

“Not just some random accusation.” My irritation deepened immediately. “Do not tell me you are entertaining this nonsense.” Darien shrugged lightly. “I am entertaining possibilities.” Liora nodded rapidly. “Yes exactly.” I burst into laughter suddenly. Cold laughter. Disbelieving laughter. Liora stared at me in confusion. “You really think this pathetic story will save you?” I asked harshly. Her face paled instantly. “I am not lying.” “You expect me to believe Nia stabbed herself just to frame you?”

It's not as cute as you think. I said push him away, Liar. That's right; everyone tells me that I lie a lot. One day you won't find anyone who believes you. You will spend your life like a foolish sheep owner who fell into the mouth of a lie and died after everyone abandoned him. So you died… I said it. I was very annoyed, but I quickly stopped talking, staring at the phone, which suddenly rang!!

“So hear me out once, because I don’t repeat myself. Stop wasting your breath on escape plans. You won’t make it. And even if you did, what’s waiting for you is worse than this. You don’t have to like us but you’d better learn how to survive us.” His words landed heavy, each one cutting past her defenses. For a moment, Lia wanted to spit back, to tell him he was wrong, to cling to the hope that she could still find freedom. But even at that, Quan was right. Quan leaned back, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling. “Don’t mistake my tone, girl. I’m not here to coddle you. I don’t give a damn if you like me. But I’ll tell you this—sometimes being bought is luck, whether you believe it or not.” And

Memories flashing. Red streaks filled her eyes. “LIES! IT’S ALL LIES! YOU’RE ALL LIARS! My teacher and senior said they’d come back—they lied! You said you loved me—that was a lie too! Everything—EVERYTHING—was a lie from beginning to end!” ***

“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.

“Women are horrible liars. The worst liar of them all is the woman standing in front of me right now,” My brain short-circuited. Oh, my God. Liar? Where was this even coming from? “Liar?” I pointed to myself. “Did you just call me a liar?” His eyes closed from drowsiness, head swaying as he nodded. “Kian, if I’m a liar, then what does that make you? The worst person on planet earth? A narcissist, manipulator—” I held my tongue back when I realized I was raising my voice. I couldn't have Riley, Daxton or anyone walking in on us doing this by this time.

So, I speak in the only way I can. I let him see my fear, my pain, my anger, all through the tears that rush down my cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Sarah,” he starts to speak. His voice is trembling. Every word that comes out of his mouth feels like a fucking glitch. Liar. I repeat the word in my head over and over again. Liar. Liar. Liar. It’s all I can see, all I can think of. “There’s a lot we haven’t told you about. We hid the truth about a lot of things from you. I thought we would have more time. We…there’s…”