Lie In April Novels & Stories

April was lying in bed, her blue eyes fixed on me with a mixture of fear and longing. "Ryder," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I smiled, trying to reassure her, and crossed the room to her bedside. I leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her lips. "Hey, April. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.” April's POV As the full moon drew near, my condition worsened. The strange symptoms intensified, leaving me weak and vulnerable. But my alphas, Ryder, Kayson, and Ronan, remained by my side, their love and care a constant source of comfort.

“But I don’t understand… why would he lie like that?” April was silent, as if she were considering her options, trying to understand what was going through Finn's head. “I have no idea either,” she mumbled, still confused. “But are you sure nothing ever happened between you two? There wasn’t… any time when you felt insecure or…” I interrupted her, hand-raising to dispel that train of thought. “No, there wasn’t. There was nothing, April.” She nodded, still looking thoughtful. “So what is he trying to do? Why lie about it?”

April wiped her tears quickly when she heard the door to the slave quarters creak open. Jessica stepped inside, her usual warm smile faltering when she noticed April's red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face. Concern washed over Jessica as she hurried over to April’s side, kneeling beside her. "April, what’s wrong?" Jessica asked softly, reaching out to brush a tear from April’s cheek. "Why are you crying?" April bit her lip, trying to control the trembling in her voice. She couldn’t tell Jessica the truth, couldn’t let her friend know the secret she was now forced to carry. So she forced herself to lie, her voice barely above a whisper.

So please fill out the sheet carefully and legibly, I'll collect it in a moment. With a low murmur, the girls began to fill in the required information on the piece of paper. Jill quickly scribbled her name, address, date of birth, and a few other things on the paper. She hesitated at the field labeled "Occupation." Under no circumstances could she write that she was a police officer, nobody was allowed to find out. She thought for a moment, then spontaneously entered "cashier". It was an average, common job and no one would think anything of it. The less noticeable she was, the better.

"Did you forget what you did too? Telling all those lies about me even when you knew they were lies?" "It was just letting karma hit you hard..." April shrugged in a calm tone, "I never even believed in it but after seeing you break down, I had to have a change of belief." Yara let out a bitter chuckle, "so that was your way of getting back at me. I had thoughts that we were way past our differences and I trusted you...You. Zaria and that bastard? " April said nothing, staring at her like she just said the most senseless statement she ever had made. Then she spoke up again,

“Thіѕ is Aрrіl’ѕ lіfе, Cаrrіе, nоw іѕ the time fоr truth.” “Blаkе, I’m not lуіng. I swear. There’s thе рhоnе, аnd thоѕе аrе thе numbers thаt саmе through while Aрrіl and I were оut. Thеrе аrе ѕіx missed саllѕ! Plus, ѕоmеоnе ѕеnt April a picture оf uѕ dancing аt thе сlub.”

She heard the rumors and she saw how many of her friends didn’t return at night! “You have nothing to apologize for,” he replied, placing his documents down on the desk carefully. “You are called Leila, are you not?” Leila meekly nodded. “Come in, and shut the door.” Leila carefully closed the door, not allowing the door to make any loud noises. “Then, I’ll begin cleaning,” Leila said. “Sit down.” It was if something came over Leila, and she immediately sat down on the sofa. “Tell me, where are you from, Leila?”

"With their limited knowledge of my personal information, I would play the part of a woman from another pack with no real ambitions, training, or goals besides getting married and being famous. It would lower their defenses. When I've done so in the past, my targets quickly became lax with their protocols and sloppy, feeling comfortable revealing their true intentions in my presence because I was supposedly a helpless female, too weak and oblivious to be any sort of danger." "Ah," Luna Calista laughed, a gleam in her eyes. "Once again, using the ridiculous stereotypes of what traditional feminity looks and acts like against your opponent. Oh, I like that." Giavanna bowed her head, still unsu

After a difficult labor took the life of my first son, I spent another three years undergoing IVF before finally giving my husband, Caspian Wyndham, a daughter. Unable to resist, I sent Caspian a photo of our daughter while he was still on his way back to us. But I had barely put down my phone when a livestream notification popped up. "Teaching My Fellow Girls How to Become Mothers Pain-Free, Live!" The blogger never showed her face, but her voice was unnaturally gleeful. "Six years ago, I personally created a new identity for my boyfriend and sent him off to save a depressed heiress. "Once they got fake-married and had a son, we planned to stage complications during labor, then have

“Levi, talk to me!” “She’s not dead.” His voice rises. “I lied. She’s not dead.” A laugh bubbles in my throat. The white-hot fury returns, but it’s a new kind now, sharper and colder. “You... you lied about that? All this time, you let me believe his mother was dead?” I take another step toward him. “Why, Levi? Why would you lie about something like that?” He finally looks at me, his eyes pleading for understanding. “I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry, Claire. I just... I had to. You have to understand...”