Liars Quotes Novels & Stories

No trial court first? Shoot! Stop blabbing nonsense Nina, we don't even know what his purpose is and what his name is, and why did he suddenly pop out of nowhere and scaring my wits. Then what did he mean when he said danger? And where did he come from? What does he know about the library? I faked a cough to hide the embarrassment. Just now, I talked to a child again and then what he said was a liar. I'm pretty sure that complete sentence was "liars go to hell."

Hell, he'd even shed a tear, a moment of weakness he never planned to repeat. “You know you can share what's bothering you.” The annoying bartender was back, his elbows propped on the counter as he stared intensely at Luca. “Nobody has told you how irritating you are, have they?” Luca said in a gruff voice, but when the man looked unfazed, he sighed. Perhaps, if he told one more person what was bothering him, then it would help to ease some of this soul crashing weight. “Why are some women such liars and cheaters?”

To think he would use my words against me, him wiggling his brows wasn't helping matters either. "It was on impulse I said that" I tried to save myself. "Maybe it was on impulse, but you still meant every word, I'm sure of that" He confidently said still spotting him with a smirk. "No I didn't" Lying wasn't really my strong suit I know. "Tsk tsk" shaking his head slightly still with a smirk he spoke "Remember Rica Liars go into the fiery pit" I finally gave up and the next thing I began to laugh. Dili gave him a cautious look, probably because I seemed crazy.

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.”

I lied, twirling noodles anyway like performance art. She leaned in, eyes bright. “They say he sits at the top like a beautiful guillotine. That he’ll smile at you while you talk and by dessert you’ll be missing a piece of yourself. There’s a rumor about a guy who lied in a deal. Came back without a tongue. Another one about a pit in his mansion. People go in. Don’t come out. Someone said he fed a traitor his own hand.” She shivered. “Pure psycho.” The meatball on my fork suddenly looked like evidence. “Fantastic dinner talk.” I swallowed hard enough to bruise my pride. “You’re ruining marinara for me forever.”

"Huh? Is being lied to ever a pleasant experience? And you want to categorize it by levels? That's as ridiculous as ranking different types of pain. "A lie is a lie, and pain is pain. Of course, no lies are acceptable. Anyone who cruelly lies to me can go straight to hell." She glared at the man in front of her. "Also, it seems like you're the one who's lied to me the most. How do you have the nerve to even ask that question?" Lucian was speechless.

I wanted to scream. The microphones crackled as Liam began. His voice was smooth, rehearsed, but the fury underneath bled through. “This family does not answer to rumors. We are united. We stand against lies meant to destroy us.” Zane leaned into the mic, his smirk razor sharp. “Funny thing about lies—they’re usually born from truth. And maybe the truth isn’t what anyone thinks.” Gasps. Murmurs. The crowd rippled, hungry for blood. Liam’s glare could have burned holes through his brother. “Zane”

She claimed she had proof. Her phone was already ringing — Alexander, Marcus, Kane from down the hall. The story was everywhere. The comments were already vicious. Half were calling Sophia a liar. Half were calling Lila naive. Lila put her phone face-down on the nightstand. She lay back. She stared at the ceiling for a long time. Then she picked it back up and started making notes, because the best response to a lie was always a better strategy — and she had one already forming.

I lied smoothly. The shadow tightened its grip around my leather boot, throwing a silent, dramatic tantrum. Selena laughed softly, the sound cutting through the gloomy morning air. "You're both terrible liars." "That's not true. I'm an excellent liar." In response to my claim, a second shadow emerged from my coat pocket, wavering in the air as if deeply offended by my lack of integrity.

“You’re lying, I have several punishments rolled up my sleeves for liars. Leila, I don’t fancy liars. “You’re so full of yourself.” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Mhmmm…. not fully erect as I want to be.” “Uhmm. What?” I asked. He smirked slightly. “Nothing.” he replied. Which made me more suspicious of what I heard, or were my ears hearing the wrong thing? “What do you mean? Say it again.” “I said nothing, what else do you want to hear? How I jerk myself off to your name?” “You are impossible!” I exclaimed.