Loving A Liar Novels & Stories

Lie… A small voice says inside of me, not from my mind though, but from my heart… I want him to tell me he didn’t hurt me, that this was all a big misunderstanding, and that what we had in those pictures and messages was as true as I felt it to be, I want to think that I was, and still am, loved. Not that I could be blamed, for who in the hell wants to think that they have been violated by their lover? Lover?! is that what he was? is that what we were to each other? Lovers?

When he didn’t immediately lift it, my smile sharpened into something dangerous. "You know what I do to liars," I said, my voice almost gentle. The way you’d tell a child not to play with matches. Liam stared at me, confused. I took a sip of my whiskey and then continued. "You know, there's nothing I despise more than liars and manipulators. I had a brush with one of those snakes years back that left me jaded for a long time after. You remember him, right?” “I do.” Liam replied. I could tell he was already getting uncomfortable.

he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”

"I would've thought that out of everyone, you'd be the one most against my decision to remain concealed. You do hate liars after all." "Yes, but there is lying to hurt others, and lying for the greater good, and this decision will no doubt be for the latter. Not to mention, you're not technically lying to them, you're just not telling them everything. It's not like anyone has actually asked whether you're Kalani Ivashkov yet."

But thankfully… thankfully, he had never given it to me before now. I reached out my hand, and just as hope flickered in Liam's eyes, I snapped the velvet box shut. "Liam, I once loved you because I thought you were a good and honorable man. But I was wrong. You're nothing but a liar, a master of deception. "You have no limits. You can toy with your best friend's sister without the slightest guilt. So, tell me why should I trust you with my future?" With every word I spoke, Liam's face drained of color. He shook his head weakly, but he had no words to defend himself.

Anna and I haven't stopped arguing about a lot of things in the last couple of weeks and even though I have been denying her accusations, I knew deep down that the things that she was saying were true but I wasn't going to admit my mistake. I wouldn't say that I felt bad about the fact that I was lying to her because the truth remains that she and I were lovers only and I don't think I owe her any explanations at all. I'm surprised that she can't deal with the situation that she's in right now especially since she put Alice through the same situation and is now living as my wife even though she's not my wife.

"Helena, your daughter died such a miserable death. "That day? Blake was with me, completely lost in it. I saw your call. "But I hung up. Then I turned off my phone. Are you angry?" The next second, her wrist tilted. Hot coffee splashed out, spilling directly over the portrait. Lily's smiling face blurred instantly. "Oh no, my hand slipped." Victoria covered her mouth in mock surprise, her eyes filled with malicious delight. The last thread of my restraint snapped. "You're just itching to die."

“He’s calling you ‘baby’ and asking when you’re coming tonight? You’ve been sending him money? Buying him gifts with my card? While I was here thinking you were loyal? Have you been having sex with another man behind my back?” Lia tried to explain. She stepped closer, her hands shaking. “Please listen to me. It was a mistake. I was lonely. You were always working, always angry about Serena and the company. Marcus was just… someone to talk to. It didn’t mean anything. I love you. I want to marry you. He’s nobody.” Adrian laughed, but there was no warmth in it. “Nobody? You’ve been fucking him for months. You told him you hated living here sometimes. You complained about me to him. And you let

“I’m glad that you believe me. Look at these. Do you remember the happy moments we had together? I can tell you clearly right now that when we made these dolls and projects, when we exchanged letters, and we took those photos together, I loved you truly and purely, without any other woman in my mind.” At the end, Adam choked up. He hated himself for discovering the truth too late and for letting Ginnie down. All the times he spent with Ginnie were actually the few moments of happiness he had in his life. Ginnie smiled bitterly before throwing the box on the ground. In the face of Adam’s shock, she said softly, “But that’s not what I think. Everything in the box reminds me of my stupidity and

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.