Little White Lies Jennifer Lynn Barnes Novels & Stories

Off to the side, a small desk with a computer stood neatly against the wall. The room was spotless, immaculately organized. The only odd thing was the clothing rack—there wasn't a single shirt or jacket hanging on it. Instead, it was lined with lingerie, plus black and white stockings draped side by side. I glanced twice before quickly looking away, feeling oddly embarrassed. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, but… a single bed? No wonder Colin never came over. That bed was way too small for two people to get up to anything. Following the strange rustling sound, I looked toward the desk. Sitting on top were little plastic bags girls often used to keep their accessories, and under the fain

“That’s Lyra. They say it’s named after a lyre that could charm even the gods.” “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “You always look at things like that,” he says suddenly, voice low. “Like you want to believe in the stories. Even the sad ones.” I turn to look at him. He’s already watching me. “It’s easier than believing in silence,” I reply, just as quietly. His hand is still in mine. And I don’t let go. But just as I begin to breathe in that fragile sense of calm, it hits me—this is wrong.

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

Ethan's reaction to his wife's words, “ if you think that I'm lying then I will advise you to consider the evidence we have.” "You don't have any evidence, Jeri. And if you do, then they are all fake,” Mrs. Lucinda claimed. "Ohhh really?” Jeri chuckled. " Perhaps if you get to the police station, you will explain how our evidence is fake.” Darien's gaze shifted between the girls, his expression torn as he tried to figure out what to do. “You can't get me arrested, Jeri. Don't deceive yourself kid," Mrs. Lucinda responded with a malicious smile.

She furrows her eyebrows and asks, "What? Did I say something wrong?" I snap out of my stance and plaster a fake smile on my face before shaking my head, 'no'. "Keep eating Rachel." Her smile appears again and she sucks on her bottom lip, "For the first time, Troy suggests that I keep eating and doesn't blabber nonsense about how unhealthy this is? Wow,it's my honour sir." she teases me but I don't falter. Janice Willow is the girl burglar.

"Mr. Whitfield, it's not like that! Rachel was the one who tore up the original proposal to intentionally sabotage our partnership! She has always been narrow-minded and intensely jealous. Now that she's jumped ship to your company, she's definitely just doing this to get revenge on us!" This was probably her usual trick. She thought that shedding a few tears in front of men would boost her credibility and win their forgiveness. I stood to the side, my arms crossed, and spoke calmly. "Walsh & Co. should have security cameras. We'd know exactly who tore up the proposal if we just checked the footage. "Mr. Whitfield's willingness to trust me is based on my professional capabilities. Flora, are

It was like living in a dream. However, our fairy tale crumbled three years ago when the Jones Group, Adrian's family business, hit rock bottom. Accused of leaking secrets, Adrian was hauled off for questioning. I was desperate to clear his name, but my mother—scared I would get dragged down too—went behind my back. She forced Adrian to sign divorce papers while he was locked up. When he got out, he came after me, thinking I was just another gold digger. The love he once had twisted into something cruel.

She stared at the words. They felt… late. Like concern that showed up after the damage had already started. Yeah, she typed. Another lie. The three dots appeared again, disappeared, came back. You sure? Her chest tightened. This was the moment. She could say it. Tell him everything. How it felt like they were drifting. How every conversation felt thinner. How she didn’t recognize what they were becoming. Instead, she typed *I’m fine.* The easiest answer. The worst one. A few seconds later, her phone rang.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

“Lamp my ass.” “That's the truth.” Nikolai reached for my wrist, pulling me outside until we were at the entrance of his room. He flung me inside and pointed at the electrical socket, then at the lamp that had been packaged on the table, burnt and black. “I knew you would need evidence.” “You're lying,” I shook my head as I stared at the lamp, “you're lying to me.” “One thing about perpetual liars is they think everyone is like them. The evidence is right there and you still don't believe it,” Nikolai shook his head, “that only points at your ability to fake evidence.”