Lie Again Seventeen Novels & Stories

Nothing real grows out of a lie. "Angelo." I looked at him. "Vivian knows I can't swim." Angelo sat up fast. His whole posture changed. "That's attempted murder." "You still want me to let it go?" I was so weak I could barely speak. "If you love me, even a little, make sure that evidence does some real damage." His face went paler. "Isa. Your enemies are mine." I closed my eyes and didn't open them till we reached the hospital.

Clarity. I realized then that avoiding love didn’t spare you pain. It just guaranteed regret. And if we were going to make promises at seventeen, I wanted them to be real even if they scared me. I think we still have time. That’s the lie I keep telling myself that nothing has truly shifted yet, that what we are is strong enough to withstand whatever comes next. But then my phone vibrates. One message. One line. I read it once. Then again, slower this time, like understanding it might soften the impact.

And this is not a luck story. People like to believe that men who rise from nothing do so because fate intervenes or opportunity appears at the right moment. Maybe that happens for some people. It didn’t happen for me. Instead, my beginnings were marked by betrayal—a family that should have been my foundation became my first battlefield. Before I understood or could describe it, I was fighting wars I never asked for. I was born into a lie. I didn’t know it yet.

Each image was a dagger, each note a key to the past. His pulse quickened as he realized the magnitude of what he was holding. Michael’s web of lies was meticulous, and the man had left almost nothing to chance. The betrayal ran deep, entwined with greed and manipulation, and Nickey felt the weight of the vengeance that had long simmered in him begin to surface. Yet, with every piece of evidence, the presence of Trina lingered in his thoughts—a distraction, a temptation, and a complication he could not ignore.

After a moment's silence, "Heidi" let out a derisive scoff. "What's the fuss? Do you actually think you can lay a hand on me? I have powerful people—" Before she could finish speaking, someone suddenly lunged forward. It was Frank. Without a shred of hesitation, he struck her hard across the face. "You bitch! How dare you harm my sister-in-law!" A cold chuckle escaped me. "There's no point pretending anymore. "Did you honestly think that staying in the shadows would keep you safe?

For a moment, she said nothing. Her mind wasn’t in the room anymore. It was five years ago. A funeral dressed in black and false concern. Elara standing beside her, hand tight on her shoulder, nails pressing just enough to remind Lily to stand straight. Don’t embarrass us. Crying is undignified. Smile for the cameras. “I was seventeen,” Lily said quietly. “When my father died.” Sebastian didn’t interrupt. “She told me everything would be fine,” Lily went on. “That she would protect me. That I was lucky she stayed.”

Travis teased with a twinkle in his eyes. "Well if you insist, but don't say I didn't warn you, I sing really high so you might want to cover your ears." I sighed in defeat at. I didn't accept taunts well, bite me. I searched my memory for a song that was high enough so that they wouldn't be able to recognise the voice. I decided on a cute Disney song from Thumbelina called 'Let Me Be Your Wings'. When the song ended most were staring at me and others were clapping.

He asks shortly after making Lia go tense. "I-I'm seventeen." She whispers as she snuggled deeper in the cushion . As much as she didn't want to be here , she listened to her grandmother because she always knew that when her grandmother was near she would always listen to her or else she'd be punished. He closed his computer for a short second before getting up and completing stripping out of his suit and was only in boxers. Lia shielded her eyes as much as she could. "You're quite young. Your birthday?"

“Stop crying, baby. You’re okay now. Nobody else is going to touch you…I promise. Makynzee The right corners of my top and bottom lip ha a cut going through them and a bruise straight from the seventh circle of hell. Everything was swollen. Kalil was livid and blamed himself. He said he should’ve been there with us, but that made no sense. How was he supposed to know someone would break into his house? We were lying in bed with him behind me, and KJ in front. “The future is already written, Kalil. All we can do is survive long enough to get to it.”

I was stunned, and quickly unlocked my phone. There were numerous missed calls from Nicholas, and my WhatsApp was filled with his messages. [What’s wrong with you, Beatrix? Why did you break the lease? [Are you still mad at me because of that mute girl? I’ve already explained everything to you! Why are you being so aggressive? [Look, I’ll pay the rent myself. Please come back, okay? [I’ve been in a coma for three years. I can’t control my emotions. Can you forgive me just once more? [Stop testing me, Beatrix. I promise I’ll marry you. Is that enough?]