Lie With Me Novel Novels & Stories

He looked after both Leena and me with tenderness and self-restraint. Anyone could tell that he was doing his best to make it up for us in his own way. One night after work, Casen walked Lenna and me home. As I reached my apartment, he voiced his thoughts for once, his tone raspy and sincere. “Bonnie, Leena is mine, right?” I didn’t give him a response. He stood there, motionless, while emotions ran through his eyes. He was filled with shock, joy, and deep remorse. Days passed, and things couldn’t be better in my career. Life was as sweet and peaceful as it could be.

Lya's father growled. I fisted my hands. "I swear that I didn't do anything! She was the one who attacked me! She asked me to meet here!" Then I looked at Felix and frowned. "She even used your phone!" Felix barely spared me a glance. He walked over to Lya and leaned over her. "Tell me the truth, Lya," he said. She swallowed and grabbed his hands. "I'm your mate, and I would never lie to you." Then Felix turned toward me and let out a heavy sigh. My heart was already falling to pieces. I didn't think there were words that could hurt me more, but I was wrong. I was just about to hear them... "I'm sorry, Nova. I believe in what my mate says."

Miss Anderson shouted. Lia had to keep the handset away from her ears because she didn’t want her eardrum to be damaged. “Gosh, Miss Anderson, how can you believe a man’s sweet words when you’re having sex?” Lia thought helplessly. “Miss Anderson, please remember, you held the keys of the New York suburban villa last week, agreed that you would not bother Mr. Mitchell anymore,” Lia replied calmly. “Well, nothing would have happened if Lahaina hadn’t been his next mistress. She’s a filthy whore, she won my show, hoaxing me,” Ms. Anderson shouted.

nothing. Cold where warmth should be. "Good morning, my love," he said. My love. The words felt familiar in my mouth. Like I'd said them before. But they also felt... empty. Like echoes in a hollow room. *Why do the lies come easier than the truth?* I wondered. *Why do I want to believe him even when every piece of me is screaming not to?* "Strange," I said honestly. "I feel strange." He walked closer. Sat on the edge of the bed. His hand touched my face.

BONUS CHAPTER (+2) ELIZA’S POV He lied. Not loudly. Not cruelly. Not in a way that could be easily pointed at and named. He lied softly, the way people do when they want to keep the peace, when they want to believe their own promises more than they want to keep them. “I’ll listen,” Lucien had said. He never did.

“But Michael really was handsome, with a really gentle personality. It’s normal for a girl to be attracted to him. Unlike Harry—cold and stern, always keeping people a thousand miles away. No matter how handsome he is, it doesn’t help.” Their wild commentary about me surged like waves, one after another. And the Lena I had secretly loved for years didn’t stop them, didn’t refute them—she even agreed occasionally. I stood outside the door, my heart sinking deep into an endless abyss—empty, heavy, and suffocating. For a moment, I wanted to open the door and demand answers from Lena. Ask her why she lied to me. Ask her whether she ever felt even a moment of guilt or softness watching me get bea

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

"To keep being your perfect little wife? To put on a show for the world about how happy we are, so you can go screw Sophia with a clear conscience?" Vincent fell silent. "There is no 'us' anymore, Vincent," I said, my voice suddenly quiet. "I hate you. I hate your lies, I hate your hypocrisy, and I hate that I ever loved you." I turned and walked into the bedroom, locking the door behind me. I heard the sound of something smashing against the door, followed by the front door slamming shut. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling completely hollowed out. Just then, my laptop chimed with a new email notification.

Maybe but he literally trips over his own feet, it's hard to see him having the guts to actually cross me, well…unless it was a façade? Shit! It's bad enough that I don’t get the newspapers and that the rats in my estate are currently active, but I now have to handle journalists? “Come on; I know you Vivanna. How much of the information is correct, truly?” I turned to Liza, and she smiled warmly. She did not look as though she would dismiss the issue until I confessed my version of things. -…troublesome…- “I had sex with the victor, but they were not fighting over me, hell it was hardly a fight.”

Lily could not bear to see her in pain especially when Cinhard had already been making her life tough. Meagia took a deep breath, her face etched with a mix of pain and vulnerability. She glanced around the room, as if searching for words amidst the familiar surroundings. Finally, she met Lily's gaze and began to recount the events at Eskaal's place, her voice tinged with both unease and hesitation. “He lied to me about that mate thing, Lily. How could he be even sure about it when I don’t have a wolf.” Lily's brow furrowed, her concern deepened as she listened intently. Meagia continued, her words reeking disappointment with each passing moment.