Live No Lies Novels & Stories

"I listen to it sometimes." "Thank you, Matt," Livvie let out with a smile. Then she blew him a kiss. "I can't love you less." Evelyn turned her murderous look towards him. "Don't encourage her!" Matt shrugged and made a zipper sign across his lips. As Livvie went back to dancing to the music video on TV, a piece of breaking news interrupted the show. ‘Jason Lyndon is rumored to be in a relationship with a minor’.

She forgot that live streams leave records, and so do lies. New York is not kind to lies. It simply lets them climb high enough that the fall makes a sound. Tomorrow morning. Release it after she speaks again.

I looked directly into the lens, my eyes wide, clear, and shining with a perfectly manufactured vulnerability. "I'm making this video because the lies have gone too far," I said into the camera, my voice steady, carrying a beautifully scripted sorrow. "The internet has turned our lives into a circus based on timelines that are completely false. My name is Emma Blackwood and I am twenty-one years old, meaning I’m a consenting adult. Jordan and I are together. In fact, we are getting married." I reached out, boldly taking his cold, stiff hand and squeezing it tightly on screen.

The angle of both photos showed the tattoo on my hip, and the birthmark on my shoulder. No, he wasn't bluffing. He had solid proof. Twenty-three thousand people watched as I froze live. I forced a smile and faked a sensual stretch, then typed a shaky reply. ~Me: What do you want? ~ acock4u: The studio. Back door in ten minutes or this goes viral. I quickly typed a live message to send out to all twenty-three thousand viewers. ~ Me: There are some technical issues that will need to be resolved. With that, I ended the stream and plopped into the chair I was sitting on during the stream. I just sat in the dim light, heart hammering as I thought about how my career, my reputation, and everything

She asked. "No I'm not,i know i didn't go about all this the right way but trust me Liv, I haven't been with any girl since the beach incidence. All I've been doing is just to piss you off, I don't want any other girl right now, it's you i want"I told her. "Liar" Liv's POV

“Let's talk if you make it out alive. Our topic will be an intruiging one. To give you a little clue. Nix.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

Just as John finished speaking, the security guards rushed forward and tried to stop us. Gabby even started recording us on her phone. “Everyone, look! These two shameless lunatics are trying to ruin our New Year. “She even pretended to be my husband’s wife to scam us! They didn’t expect to bump into me, the actual wife, and their plan has failed! “Please share this video after you watch it so they won’t be able to scam other people!” A few passersby saw what happened.

Firm, Final, and Infuriating. I opened my mouth to argue. Then I remembered the mysterious car. The threatening phone call. The investigation. And unfortunately— He had a point. I hated when he had points. An hour later, I sat in the SUV heading toward my studio. Liam occupied the front passenger seat. I occupied the back. Trying very hard not to feel ridiculous. The silence lasted exactly six minutes. Then curiosity won. "Does Albert do this often?" Liam glanced at me through the mirror. "Do what?" "Turn people's lives upside down." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Not usually."

How had I become the one who lied? "I didn't lie to you. I simply chose not to bond with you. Is there a problem?" I said in an indifferent tone. He grew even angrier, but at that moment, he no longer had the courage to keep arguing with me. "Monica, I know you're angry, but do you know I waited for you for an entire day at the bonding ceremony?" I saw grief in Lawson's eyes. "So?" I asked. He took a deep breath and steadied himself before continuing, "Fine. Have you calmed down now?"

“I’ve been such a slut in my head, Lucas. Fantasizing about strange men running a train on me. Four big cocks stretching my pussy, ass, and throat while I scream like a whore. Would you like that? Seeing your wife get turned into a cum-covered mess?” I was lost in it now—bobbing my head frantically, slurping and gagging, my fingers frantically rubbing my clit under the lingerie. My heavy tits bounced with every movement. I didn’t notice that in my lust-drunk haze, instead of hitting record… I had accidentally started a live stream to my social media. Every filthy moan, every wet suck, every depraved word I spoke was being broadcast live to hundreds of people—supporters, donors, journalists,