Lie In April Novels & Stories

Angelina’s POV He fucking lied to me! He hid the truth from me even after he said that he trusted me. Not just him, but all of them did, even Diana. Now April’s slip up two days ago made total sense. She was talking about them in the present tense and I felt sorry for her because she hasn’t accepted the fact that they were dead yet. But they were alive all along.

I started, placing one hand on her shoulder to show temporary comfort. "I'll tell you about something called the almadate. My friend Luke, the tall one you must have seen with me on news, he invented it as a temporary means against the liar gas so when you told me you found out I was bisexual, the only way to protect myself was to lie." I sighed, moving further up the bed, drawing my knees to my chest and leaning my elbow against them. "But that's the same thing as lesbianism." She pointed out, a disapproving look on her face.

Then she resorted to branding her ugly, telling the world her face was not worth seeing. Her phone chimed with a notification. She reached for it and swiped it open. It was a notification from Tessa and that brought a smile to her face. Tessa: Party tonight? I’ve recently got paid, so let’s party. Shayla: Where? Tessa: The Delancey Rooftop. The Delancey Rooftop sounded like the right place. She needed to clear her head from the weight of the day. It had been so long since she had gone anywhere just for herself. She needed to breathe air that didn’t belong to the Wilson house.

“Wait a minute. Was that actually a possibility?” April walked fully into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. She let out a huge breath of relief. “Yeah. Cole and I had a bit of a mess-up about a week ago. We were so careful, but then I started counting the days, and I realized I was late. But my ‘monthly friend’ finally showed up today.” She leaned back and let out another loud sigh. “Oh, my god, I’m so relieved. My dad would absolutely murder me if I got pregnant right now. He already thinks I’m totally irresponsible.”

Mei said slowly, “John…” “No,” I said under my breath. “No… that’s not possible…” But the handwriting— The detail— It was real. “I stayed hidden,” I continued reading, my voice barely steady. “Here… for most of that time.” Here In this place. “I’m sorry I had to lie…” “I’m sorry I had to stay away from you…” My chest felt like it was collapsing. “I know you’ll have questions…” “Hundreds…” “Thousands…” A bitter breath escaped me. “Yeah…” I muttered.

I snapped back irritably, "Did you forget? You couldn't even tell what was left of me when you went to collect my body! So what are you still unsure about?" Laurel let out a long sigh. "I remember. You were basically mush. I had nightmares for days after that." Vita frowned. "We're not doubting whether you were killed. We're just not sure how you still got labeled a fraud when you're the real heiress." Who the hell knew? The four of us put our heads together and still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. Laurel started sniffling. "What do we do now? The only ones whose ages match are the four of us. There aren't any other candidates. With that psycho family, I honestly think if no

Mysterious but extremely powerful in the words of Emily. “What do you want, Alexander?” “You got the flowers.” “That wasn’t a question.” A pause. Then— “I wasn’t sure you still liked peonies.” The uncertainty in his voice catches me off guard. Not dramatic. Not manipulative. Just… honest. Like he realizes time changes people. Like he knows I’m not fourteen anymore. “I do,” I admit before I can stop myself. Silence stretches briefly between us. Then— “I’m glad.” The simplicity of it unsettles me more than flirting would have.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

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

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."