Love The Way Lie Novels & Stories

'Cause you're safe like spring time Short days, long nights, boy Tell me all the ways to love you 'Cause you taste like Lucky Strikes You drag, I light, boy Tell me all the ways to love you Tell me all the ways to love you Tell me all the ways to love you Oh, I wanna tip toe through your bliss, boy Get lost the more I find ya Oh, don't wanna miss a second of this, boy Hold tight and love me longer And my boy like a queen Unlike one you've ever seen He knows how to love me better (He knows how to love me better) A hit of dopamine, higher than I've ever been He knows how to love me better

Zena's POV Emotions churned within me as I stood before the captured right hand of El Fuego. The sight of Mr. Lopez stirred a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, a potent concoction of relief, anticipation, and a lingering sense of apprehension. It was a victory, undeniably, to have him in our custody, yet beneath the surface lay the sobering recognition that our journey was far from over. Happiness teased at the edges of my consciousness, an unattainable shade, overshadowed by the harsh reality that success in our line of work was often fleeting, a mere respite in the ceaseless battle against crime and corruption.

"My lying turned you on?" He fully removed her sweater and stared at her face."Not the lying itself, the reason why you were doing it. To support me. To help me and the pack," Sebastian explained, drawing her close again. Still kneeling, he rested his forehead against her sternum. "I don't know what I did to deserve the Moon Goddess sending you to me. I was so sure I'd have to settle for an arranged marriage, Giavanna, like so many other people in my pack."

He moaned loudly again as he took out all his hot liquid inside his bulge. Wayne was now lying close to Leigh after their incredible and heated moment together. Leigh instinctively threw her right arm around her boyfriend's waist to give him a firm hug. After a little moment, she also uses Wayne's arm as a pillow. When Leigh feels the young man's gentle kiss on her forehead, she instantly closes her eyes again. "I love you, hon," Wayne whispered, which made Leigh secretly smile because of that. When his partner stated those words, she knew and could feel his sincerity in the tone of his voice.

"We're parents. That's all. Everything else was survival. Lust disguised as love." "That's a lie." "Is it? You seduced me to hurt Michael. I used you to escape. Where's the real feeling in that?" He crossed the room. Grabbed her shoulders. Made her look at him. "I loved you from the first night. Everything after was me lying to myself about it." "You loved the danger. The forbidden. Your cousin's wife. The affair felt wrong so it felt exciting. That's not love." "Then why are you still here? Why didn't you leave the moment Michael died?"

I was feeling very proud of myself at that moment for coming up with the perfect lie. “Silly girl…” there she goes again, shattering my illusion of lies. “Love doesn’t need to be communicated before it’s felt. You can’t hide love and there are several ways to express it…perhaps time has changed and this is how young people express themselves these days.” She mutters the last part under her breath but I heard it.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

“Just came to ask if you wanted to take a walk later. There’s this new trail I read about near Silverpine.” Silverpine. Liam hated the outdoors. Allergic to mosquitoes, always complained about dirt on his shoes. I’ve been keeping track now—tiny things, subtle things. Tea. Dogs. The rain. Silverpine. Each one a pin on a map of lies. I force a smile. “Sure. That sounds… nice.” He steps closer. I don’t move. His hand touches my shoulder. Light. Affectionate. It would be sweet—romantic, even—if I didn’t feel like I was standing on a trapdoor.

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