Lies Book Novels & Stories

The door's open a crack. Inside, Lisa's sitting in a chair by the window, a blanket over her lap, a book in her hands. Her hair's loose around her face, messy, like she hasn't slept. She's reading, her voice low and soft. I catch a word - pirates. Something about treasure. And there's Eddie.

Any sensible person would think they could easily plan something evil. Because of that, I spent most of my time in the library. Sometimes, I was not reading but looking through the vast catalogue and picking out the books that sounded interesting. That afternoon, I had piled up twenty books on the table. I was still looking for more when the door opened and Leilani walked in. It was almost lunch time so I figured she had come to invite me for it. “Hello,” I said. “Hey,” she said, picking up one of the books on the table. It was The Graveyard book by Neil Gaiman. “This looks like a children’s book.”

He explains. Now I'm eager to see it. Liv finally handed me the book with the ribbon untied. "I hope you will love it." He says. "I'm sure I will." I answer him as I seriously open the rectangular book. Only to realize that it was a sketch book. It was his sketches. It were all portraits..... of me. I gasped.

I muttered, rocking Jodie. I had to let Flavia focus, so I stepped away from her and let my eyes roam around the section, hoping I would find a few books myself. Despite the countless eye-catching books with captivating covers in that section, I couldn’t shift my gaze off one particular book because it stood out to me. “Of course, it does,” Liya grunted as we both looked at the dirty and half-torn small book. “Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.”

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

She kept her tone light, but her gut was doing flips. Christina didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled a small object from the folds of her blanket and set it on the table with the kind of care usually reserved for live grenades. It was a book, small and battered, the kind of thing that might get lost in a flea market bargain bin—if you didn’t look too closely at the cover. Leila leaned in. The leather was cracked, the pages yellowed like they’d been left out in the sun for a century too long. Stamped into the cover was a symbol: an eye inside a triangle, surrounded by curling, intricate lines that almost seemed alive.

White's only girl stoop so low? Hearing someone take his side, Derick pounced on the support. "Exactly! If Lily hadn't pushed me, why would I swap my own kid? Why would I dare mess with the Mafia's future boss? "After the birth, she was all over the place, and her head wasn't screwed on right. Don't fall for her act!" I watched him, his conviction unwavering, and let out an icy chuckle. "You'd spin any tale for Jasmine, wouldn't you, Derick?

“At the top of the second shelf in the library, you’ll a book wrapped in brown leather. Rumor has it, that it belonged to Sofia and it used to be her favorite. It’s the only thing left of her in this house.” Leah’s brow lifted. “Good, that should give me something. Thanks Rachel, I’m out.” With that, she left the cellar and went straight to the library. She followed Racheal’s directions and reached for the book. It was covered in dust and cobwebs. Leah coughed as the dust filled the air, restricting her lungs. The initials “S.A” was written on the abstract page of the book in bold letters. She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her

Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

I said as I collected the documents from him and smiled. “Janelle, no,” father snapped as he collected it back. “His office is a dangerous dead zone,” he said. I smiled, took it back, and said, “Alex will protect me.” “Who’s Alex?” My mom said with furrowed brows. I collected the documents and walked out. They probably thought I’d lost my mind. Right outside Ranks Company, I glanced at the tall glass building—this was the kind of wealth I dreamt of…just not as a slave.