Life After Lie Novels & Stories

He had played his part in our story, a catalyst for the unexpected journey we had embarked on. Life, however, doesn't pause Life, as it often does, continued its relentless march forward. Lily's absence became a constant ache, yet it was punctuated by the joy of her frequent calls and video chats. She thrived at Berkeley, her fiery spirit blending seamlessly with the campus's progressive energy. Her social media posts, documenting her activism and budding journalism career, filled us with pride.

And now they live in London where Parker continues doing some acting and modelling and actually bought another bar which is a huge hit. And that everyone, is how all these old high school friends lives turned out. So, after all, they all realized that there's more to life than they all would've expected but in the end, everyone found themselves living happily ever after. THE END

TINA It's been over six months since Lucas’ demise, six long months since everything died down. Lucas had been buried a day after he died. Liam was gloomy for a few days after his passing, which I didn't mind. At this moment, everything had gone back to the way it used to be before all the unfortunate incidents. Only a few things had changed, I was no longer the single spoilt princess of the Mills family, I was a wife and a mother now.

“Of course you didn’t mean it. But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s done. Alp is dead. Taehyung is fighting for his life. And for what? To satisfy your petty revenge?” She let out a scoff, shaking her head as she looked me up and down, her face filled with disgust. “Enjoy your victory, Lia. I hope it was worth it.” And with that, she turned and left, the door slamming shut behind her. The sound echoed in the empty space, amplifying the emptiness I suddenly felt inside. ......... To be continued

My voice was so calm that it even scared me. "Amelie died—that was her price. You have your own price to pay." Twinkle stayed silent for a long time, then lowered his head. Tears fell and hit the tile floor. "I understand. I'm sorry." With that, he turned and left, disappearing from my sight. I found a burial plot for Amelie and laid her to rest. She'd made a lot of mistakes. She lived brightly and boldly, never expecting to die so miserably. Later, I saw a news report.

“Yeah. That whole ‘life after the war’ plan? We’re starting now.” Adrian chuckled dryly. “That’ll take years.” “Then it's a good thing we’re not dead yet,” Connor shot back. Adrian wasn't sure about what was worse-- the fact Connor was right or that he wanted to believe him. --- That night, Leila sat on Gwen's balcony, wrapped in a blanket as the city unfurled before her. The air was cool, carrying the distant sounds of life moving on without her. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she confessed.

A smile makes its way to my face then I instantly bend down and hug her. "Ow" She wince in pain making me pull back. "Sorry" I apologize. "Liiza! You came back to life ! " Rilee squeals. "Oh god, you almost gave me a heart attack" She dramatically holds her heart. "Sorry" Liiza chuckled "I heard what you all said" She said then her eyes landed on Andree "I wasn't dead. After I woke up, I pleaded the doctor and nurse to tell you that I'm dead so that I can prank you guys" She said sheepishly.

the nurse begged. "You should look for a good job and not this," he stated, but he was interrupted when his phone rang. He answered it and says, "Good. Okay, thanks." He, then, turned to the woman again and glared at her. "Do you know what I hate the most? A liar. Your children, you say? Your children died three years ago. You just said that so, I can give you sympathy. You nearly got me there, but you were wrong. You shouldn't have messed with me," he hissed, and he gave his man to the side a look, which means it's time to end her life. "What? No, no, no!" the woman screamed on the top of her lungs as she saw the man in black suit in front of her holding a gun.

Step by step, they rebuilt trust, learned new routines, and embraced the life that had been overshadowed by weeks of fear. Lila, Amir, and Jade remained close, trusted allies and friends, partners in both strategy and life. Together, they had survived the hunt, managed the fallout, and reclaimed control over a world that had once seemed hostile. One evening, as the sun set over the city skyline, the insider paused, phone in hand, but not for notifications or social media. Instead, they sent a single, deliberate message to a new, private channel: “I am here. I am alive. I choose how my story is told. Step by step.”

“So I’m calling in my turn.” I nodded once. “Okay,” I said. “Say the thing.” He stared at his hands for a second, then looked up. “When you were in the coma,” he said, “I thought a lot about… the future.” My stomach tightened. “We’ve already done the ‘will you die on me’ conversation,” I said, trying for light. “We established that the answer is ‘probably, but with style.’” He didn’t smile. “I mean, after all this,” he said. “If there is an ‘after.’ When Godmode is handled, whatever that ends up meaning. When there aren’t labs to blow up every month. When the fires are smaller. Do you… see us there?”