Little White Lies Jennifer Lynn Barnes Novels & Stories

"I am hardly a cheat. I monitor my sister's all day with the torturing dead at my disposal. There's nothing to do with innocence, and frankly, killing innocent people bore me. They are timid. The wicked. Well, they retain their vileness even in death, and with the great suffering they go through, they are perfect for my service. Claire has sent White to find a way to put me down. I have whispers following his every move. I see through their eyes, so I know what they are looking at. Not to mention I also listen through their ears. Claire fears me because she's not seen what I'm truly capable of." "And do you fear White? Remember, the blow he aimed for your sisters was to bring death to them.

Her beautiful eyes got puffy from crying and her cute nose red. "It would be a waste of time if I don't finish answering those questions, Tara," I said, extending my hand to get the envelope. "I called the publishing company, and I guess Stella didn't have the time to explain to you what it's for," I lied, studying her reaction. She didn't give me the envelope. I almost grumbled. This woman has full of trust issues.

"I won't hide it from you—my lowest bid this time is nineteen million." The moment I finished speaking, Chelsea fell silent. I knew she had taken the bait. A faint smile curved my lips. Both of us, almost in unison, picked up our phones and sent out messages. Soon, the bidding results were announced. I secured the project—for fifteen million. Chelsea staggered, her body swaying. When she spoke, her voice was as rough as gravel scraping against stone. "Melissa… you lied to me again!" Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage.

When I finally picked up, the first thing she said was, “Honey, I’m feeling really unwell today. Can you wire me two thousand dollars? I need to get more asthma medication.” Hearing her voice, a scoff surfaced in my heart. She had no idea I had uncovered her lies. She still thought I was the same gullible fool she could push around. If I sent her the money now, she would definitely use it to refill Derek’s medication. With that thought, I replied coldly, “I’m in the hospital. I don’t have money to send you.”

Rachel didn’t respond but instead asked anxiously, "Can you tell me about Violet Armstrong? Did her baby survive after being rushed to the emergency room yesterday?" The nurse hesitated for a moment before she spoke, "I'm really sorry, but the baby didn't make it. The mother is fine, but she did lose her womb, so she won't be able to have kids in the future." Rachel’s heart sank. It was over. Lucas would definitely come for revenge. As Rachel was lost in her thoughts, the ward door swung open. It was Lucas. Dressed in a gray shirt and blue pants, he looked neat and well-groomed.

Chapter 44. Ana’s POV. One week and 4 days later. ‘I think I’ll be needing a job soon,’ I whispered underneath my breath as I scrolled through my phone. I was trying to see if I’ll be connected to any of the remote writing jobs available. I didn’t want to do this because I had no money or perhaps, either Massimo or my dad couldn’t care for me, but I needed to earn a living on my own as a lady and a wife, not just sit and depend on the cash from my Millionaire father and Billionaire husband. The room was looking littered with clothes all over while I sat at the edge of the bed. I could see the silver lining Isabel gave me two days ago, sitting right at the edge of the drawer. That wasn’t so g

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it

Chloe stood nearby, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling as she sensed the tide turning against her. "Now," I declared, addressing the room, "I will show all of you exactly what happened the day Charles came into my room. I’ll prove that the video displayed for the world to see was fake—an AI-generated lie." I opened the video on Mr. Grey’s phone and held it up for Stanley to see. The footage played, clear and undeniable. Stanley’s eyes widened in shock as the truth unfolded before him. The video showed Charles entering my room that day, his intentions clear as he tried to force himself on me. I pushed him away, my fear evident, and fled outside. The reality was stark, unfiltered, a

I wore a striped dress with flats, applied a bit of lipgloss, and styled my hair into a ponytail, I glanced at my reflection one more time before I exited the room. As I entered the kitchen, I saw Andrew sitting at the breakfast bar with a huge stack of pancakes in front of him. I looked at the lady who was falling over him. She’s Sarah the delivery girl from Amee's diner, she was shamelessly flirting with him, her cleavage almost popping out of her shirt which was never normally undone like that.

She dismissed the teacher with a wave and regarded me in disdain. “Look at how pathetic you are. You’re so pitiful.” She crossed her arms and leveled me with a provocative look. “So?” “Stop pretending to be all high-and-mighty, you piece of trash. I’ll tell you the truth. You could have been walking already, but because I said that I wanted to become the principal dancer, Elwood bribed the doctor to use the wrong medicine on you, which is why your legs are completely gone. You won’t be able to stand up again.