Lie To Me Book Jt Ellison Novels & Stories

He turned slightly, just enough that I could see his profile. “Love is the weakest thing in this world,” he said. “And I don’t tolerate weakness.” With that, he walked away. I collapsed onto the floor, my knees giving out beneath me. My sobs echoed in the empty alley like a song no one wanted to hear. For a moment, I wanted to scream. I wanted to shift and run until my legs gave out. But I just sat there. Hollowed. Abandoned. --- “Seliene.” Ellie’s voice broke through the fog. I turned to find her standing in the bar doorway, holding the keys out to me like a symbol of trust.

The bone-deep, behind-the-eyes kind of tired that made everything feel slightly removed from itself, like the world had developed a thin layer of glass between itself and me. I had been holding things in the correct shape for hours, for the doctor, for Ezra, for the waiting room, for the phone call with Zoey, and the idea of holding anything in any shape for one more second was almost more than I had. So I didn't. I told him everything. From when we stepped on foot in this town, to the explosion, the warehouse floor and the cold and Mia's voice in the dark. Elijah and the rope and the seven minutes that became three. Running barefoot through concrete corridors with my lungs on fire. The big

Justin’s POV Holding Kayla, her strength—her nurse’s heart, her fire—my redemption. My past with Elise, my reckless youth, had unleashed her chaos, her leaks twisting my own AI campaign—a social media app using machine learning—against us. I built that tech, and she turned it into a weapon. Kayla’s love, her fight against Elise’s nails, was my anchor. She’s faced my ghosts, my failures, and still stays. I’d hunt Elise, stop her leaks, protect our Montclair home with everything—security, lawyers, my soul. No shadow, no past, would tear us apart. Kayla was my home, my reason, and I’d fight for her, always.

“Still am. Of my dad. Of the media. Of losing everything. But Jonah… he never pushed. He just waited. And when I was finally ready, he was there.” Elliot looked up at me, eyes filled with something I hadn’t seen before, honesty. “It’s messy. Complicated. But it’s the most real thing in my life.” A beat of silence passed before I found my voice. “I don’t know what hurts more,” I whispered. “The fact that you lied to me… or the fact that you never felt for me what I felt for you.” “I never wanted to hurt you,” he said quickly. “You’re amazing, Clara. You deserved so much more than the lie I gave you.”

The one man I trusted, the one man who was my getaway from my tragic, shit life… He’d been lying to me this whole time. He’d been deceiving me this whole time. “Obviously I had to use someone else’s pictures, or you would never meet me, knowing that I’m an old man,” he said condescendingly. “You’re sick!” I cried. “Come on, don’t be like that,” Dante said, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “I still really like you, Ellie. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined you would be.” At this point, I was shaking with rage. I felt so angry, so hurt… So betrayed. I’d been played for a fool. And my blood felt like it was boiling to the point it almost dried up.

Part of me wanted to cover up so badly but another part, the one that had been daydreaming about him since the first week of the semester, stayed still. Elias pushed off the desk toward the door and walked around me slowly. “Look at you…” He scoffed. “… trembling already when we’ve barely started. Tell me, Lila, did you wear these little panties hoping I would see them?” “No…” I bit my lip. “Maybe… I… I don’t know,” I stammered. He stopped behind me, his breath brushing the back of my neck. “Honesty. That’s the first rule. Lie to me again and this ends.”

“Don’t ‘I know’ me. Say what you have in mind, and if it's manageable, I will consider it.” “Spenser Lee Gilberth, the minister of finance, is said to have shady dealings in the shadows. I heard that he was accepted into an elusive and exclusive auction table ran by the Elis family-,” “How do you know all this?” “I have my sources.” “You could be killed for even so much as breathing the words that you are carelessly spouting.” “As I said, I am dying and desperate.” She said. “Fine…proceed.” I nodded, then turned to look for a place to rest my legs because the conversation slowly turned to my interest.

the girl giggled and it was right now I thanked the lords above that I had highly powerful hearing because it meant I could hear this conversation from behind a locked door. "If you're worried that I told them something, I didn't mention a word, but they know I am lying. Jayson can tell when someone is lying simply by looking at that and Jackson is my friend, he knows how I work," Ellie spoke and I could hear a sadness which almost made my heart shatter.

I just moved. I found my old boots in the back of the closet and yanked them on. Threw on a coat. Stuffed my last bit of money into my jacket. I stood in the middle of the room and looked around one last time. All the lies. All the torment. All the moments I had tried to convince myself that I could endure this place just a little longer—just until the deal with Ellison was done. But now? That deal was shattered. I knew people like him. He wouldn’t care about the truth behind those pictures. He’d only care about how it looked. About how it reflected on him.

“You gone. Out of this city. Out of Hayes Corp. Out of my life.” “You sent that email,” Elma said. The words came out steadier than she felt. “You’ve been trying to ruin me since you lied to Aunt Marian.” Joseph smiled. It wasn’t a real smile. It didn’t reach his eyes. It was the kind of smile people used right before they struck, the kind that said I know something you don’t, and you’re about to find out. “Lies work, Elma,” he said. “Look at you. Homeless. Jobless. Now working a dead-end job in the corner of my company.”