Lie In Wait Book Novels & Stories

"Aww a mini Lance. That's so adorable. And what's the book about." "About a girl falling for someone unexpected. The same guy that told her on her worst day that, one day a stranger will walk into her life and will flip her world upside down. And it will make her realize as to why it never worked out with anyone else but him." I smiled while looking at him in the crowd. "The book is called, My Personal BodyGuard. Based on true events." I smiled. Once my interview was over there was a meet and greet. I walked over there and there was a big line. It lasted about 2 hours.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

Laila’s POV “Wait… I froze when she rushed to block the doorway staring at the paper in her hand with a cunning look in her eye. I clutch the book closer to my chest as I took a step back, almost tripping on some broken wood but caught my balance at the last minute. “What do you want?” I muttered, eyeing her suspiciously. She looked back at me, her eyes resting on the book. “You’re leaving already? I thought you wanted to try the resurrection spell”

She didn’t want to be anywhere near another person. “Come on sit down.” lyra said guiding her to the chair nearest the fire. Indi and Nela watched on but kept quiet. Lyra poured her a drink and put a blanket around her now shivering shoulders. Lisa sat staring into the glass and waited for the horrible memories to fade. Every time she thought she was over it, every time she thought she might be getting free it all came flooding back. She could hear his voice whispering poison into her ear. She could feel the wetness of his spit on her all over again and with every repeat it was worse.

Her warm breath, thick with expectation, grazed his earlobe as she delivered the intoxicating sentence: "Patience, my love. Good things come to those who wait." The promise of "good things" mixed with the immediate, consuming physical need. He tried to suppress the blinding urgency, forcing himself to breathe, knowing instinctively that Karen’s pause, her control, meant she was weaving a sophisticated, rewarding plan. But the anticipation was a relentless, crushing weight.

“Umm, I...” Brooklyn had a curse. She was the worst liar on the face of the planet. Ever since she was young, she hasn’t been able to tell a lie. This time was no different. Hunter looked at her expectantly, his golden eyes pinning her and her tongue in place. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t checking him out at the same time. The way his black hair darkened in the rain and his yellow eyes glowed was mesmerizing. “I… was looking through your stuff.”

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

I waited for almost an hour before I called Charlie—long enough to feel stupid for texting him. Called. Texted. Called again. Nothing. “Have a nice day, ma’am.” “You too, Charlie.” At least someone is reliable. He drives off, leaving me standing in front of the apartment complex I share with a man who can’t even pick up a phone call. I should be used to it by now. Still… Waiting at the airport for almost an hour? Even for Tristian, that feels like too much. I drag my suitcase inside. “Miss Anna.”

Men glanced at one another, shifting uncomfortably in their chairs. Amira leaned back slightly, her voice cool, almost casual. “If you fear betrayal, make loyalty more profitable. If you fear weakness, turn it into a weapon. Fear is not a chain, it is leverage. Learn to pull it, and even wolves obey.” The silence that followed was thick as smoke. Every eye fixed on her. Then Yanov laughed. His voice rang out deep as it was sudden, and unnerving. He set his glass down with a deliberate clink. “Well said, little dove,” he drawled. “I did not expect such fire from De Vitalio’s beauty. But perhaps we have underestimated her.”

His lashes long and dark against his cheeks, one tiny hand clutching the edge of her sleeve as if afraid to drift too far. Daniel sat on the floor beside her, back against the crib. His shoulder brushed her knee, and Theodore’s head rested against her chest as he floated between waking and dreams. In Sophia’s hands lay a book. Not just any book — their book. Handmade. Bound in soft leather. The title pressed in delicate gold script: The Girl Who Waited, and the Man Who Finally Found Her. She turned the first page and began to read, her voice warm and low, colored with memory.