Locked Up Liars Novels & Stories

"The way he held it though Li. Like he didn't know why he was holding it and couldn't put it down. It was giving main character energy and he didn't even know it." Liora looked at her hands Her mind went to the first edition in a locked case in a study she wasn't supposed to know about anymore. "How's my baby," Nina said suddenly. The subject pivot so fast Liora almost got whiplash. "Zara is currently holding court with Gerald and what I think is a sock puppet situation." "A SOCK..." Nina made a sound. "Send pictures immediately. No wait tell me about this Liam first." Liora blinked. "How do you know about Liam."

Getting on my tiptoes, I tried to hook onto the rope above. From days without food and water, Lucy’s eyes were sunken. Parting her cracked lips, she murmured, “Dean…” With trembling hands, I brushed the stray hair away from her face and forced a smile before muttering, “Don’t be scared, Lucy. I’ll find a ladder to get you down now.” Several burly security agents burst in and dragged me out. “What are you doing? Unhand me!” Brushing off my struggles, they hauled me away from the warehouse.

The mention of the game brings everything flooding back to me with startling clarity, the ten million dollar prize, the trip abroad, all the weeks of intense preparation, and how incredibly important this match is for everyone on our team and our futures. “Five minutes?” I repeat in complete disbelief, trying to process how much valuable time I lost while trapped in that suffocating cell. “How did you get trapped in there?” Liam asks seriously. “Who did this to you? We need to know so we can report them to the authorities.” The question brings back all my intense anger about what Lily did to me. Just thinking about her cruel smile when she locked me in that cell, and the way she laughed cold

Just me and the memory of my mother in the place she loved. I finally stood up, closed the locket, and slipped it back under my shirt.

So, how am I still fucking alive? I spit out the blood from my mouth. “You are crossing the line…” he snarled. He’s still going with his lies. I can really see that he had already convinced himself in the lies he had created. “I—I know the truth…” He arched his eyebrows in confusion. Look at him acting all innocent. No wonder why I fell for his lies for three years. He is so good at lying that I really believed I had found my mate. “I—I know that I am not your true mate.”

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

I growl at her. “I get it. Jesus Christ, this is madness. You’re a werewolf, Ivy’s your mate, you’re four thousand years old, there are other werewolves, witches, undeads, whatever that is… That’s so much to take. I seriously liked you better as the fighting club owner.” Lia chuckles forcibly, but I can tell she’s bothered by what she learned. I glance curiously at her man, only to almost burst out laughing when I see him casually scrolling through his phone. “How are you so calm right now?” I decide to ask him, making Lia turn to him too.

“Okay, let’s say I lied, why don’t you untie me? I mean, you are clearly bigger than me. It’s not like I can win against you. This is an uncomfortable position to talk in. According to you, I can’t get away and no one will hear me when I scream.” I was just talking. Just saying anything. I didn’t expect him to actually listen or free me. “Yes, you are right. You are the weak wolf-less Harlyn. You can’t fight back. You finally decided to tell some truth.” Oh shit. He bought it. Stupid. I held back the laugh that bubbled inside me. I didn’t want to make him change his mind. He was stupid and that’s good for me. He came to me and unlocked the lock he used on the rope.

He said I was a rotten liar, but it was Rylan who lied! "Today, Dad chased me out of my room and made me live in the stairwell. The stairwell is so dark and cold. I'm so scared, but I'm also afraid Dad will get even angrier if I say anything. Will Dad stop being mad if I keep being a good boy? Will he stop blaming me?" …

Elwood scowled at me in displeasure. “Morgan, what happened is already in the past. Verde has paid for her crimes in jail. You shouldn’t have done that.” I looked straight into his eyes and said, “In jail? Was it fun lying to me?” Elwood flinched in shock. In a panic, he tried to give me an explanation. “Morgan…” But Verde cradled her ankle in “pain.” “Elwood, my leg hurts. Do you think it’s broken?” He looked at me, then at Verde. I could see a war waging in his eyes for a brief moment before he eventually chose to hold her.