Loving A Liar Novels & Stories

I can't imagine myself sitting here and watching something, it would feel unnatural. Besides, I've never been one to watch TV. That was Lia. She loved watching American TV shows and sitcoms. She adored anything romantic. Thinking of her is like a bullet to my heart. To think that she'll never watch anything on a television again, or that she'll never again be is more than devastating. She always dreamt of living a romance, like the ones she admired so much. I never gave much thought about love. Sure, there was a man in my past, but we were too young. Too stupid to know what we were doing. In the end, we just drifted apart. But Lia, she believed in true love. She believed in anything that was

“Why not?“ “Because their relationship is missing the most important thing it should have,“ “What's that?“ “Love,“ he breathed out and downed the last of his drink. Love? That's silly. The lady had been so clear on how much they were a loving couple, blessed by the moon Goddess herself. She couldn't have said all that if it wasn't true “What's on your mind?“ He husked out. Not that I was being stupid or excessively imaginary, but there was something about his husky tones that sounds a little more like the Alpha-prince. But then again, that's just me, being obsessed. “Nothing. I just don't think the lady would tell the whole world that they were madly in love if it was all a lie.“ I said. “Bu

"He said you were obsessed. Obsessed with him. That his father forced the marriage. He made it sound like you ruined his life. But how could that be? I never saw anything like that. There were no signs that he was unhappy. You made everything about him. You gave your life for him. At least from what I could remember. But it seems like my memory is all a lie." The words just poured out of me, and I couldn't stop them. I tried to, but I just couldn't. "I don't know what to believe anymore. Was your love story a lie? Did you really trap him? Because if you did, then what does that say about me and the men I choose to love?" I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. " Because there's this man…hi

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

Lelia looked at him and said, “If I had known before getting into a relationship with you that you had such a cheap habit of chasing after people, I would never have gotten into a relationship with you. And seeing your hideous nature I regret that I once had anything to do with you. You are a stranger to me. And you know very well that I don't like talking to strangers. I don't have any feelings for you, but if you keep chasing me like this, I might start to hate you.” "Lelia, you are still talking in anger. I know you love me so much. This is impossible that your endless love for me end in a single month. You are telling a lie. I know it. You are trying to hide this not only from me but fro

“The choice was to trust me, or to make a deal with a liar. You picked the liar.” He looked around the room, then back at me, his eyes now cold and empty, devoid of all affection. It was worse than the rage. “I hate lies, Aria. I hate them more than my father’s company, more than Celeste, more than anything. And you are nothing but a beautiful, selfish liar.” My eyes were wide and brimming. “Don’t say that. I love you!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Tristan makes a sound of disbelief. “You’re sorry? Lia, I’ve been a goddamn idiot. I should have known there was more to us than an arrangement. I should have trusted my gut, that we were right together, instead of unknowingly pushing you away. You needed love, not gifts. If you’d gone…baby, if I’d lost you, that would have been the end of me.” His hard mouth rakes over my ear, a shudder passing through his big body. “I’ll be grateful for the rest of my life that you went to such lengths to get my attention. Or I never would have admitted how much I love you. How badly I need you. If you lied, Lia, you only did it for us, so there will be no more apologizing. My wife

I wanted his full name, not stupid jokes which made me upset. “Tell me your full name, I'm not here for jokes!” I spat out bitterly. By now, I hated everyone who existed. I disliked every living being that stepped foot on this Earth because they were nothing but liars. Luciano made me love him. He made so many promises to me. He lied so much and for so long that I believed him. He broke my heart into a million pieces after making me believe in love.

“Sorry doesn’t erase the fact that when it mattered most, you chose not to believe me.” I sank onto the chair opposite him, my knees pressing together, hands clasped so tightly they hurt. “You’re right,” I whispered. “I chose wrong. But Liam, I love you. I love you so much it scares me. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? I’ve been loving while afraid, always waiting for betrayal, waiting for loss. I don’t know how to love without fear.”

Me and her? "How can I love that sister of mine who went against everyone to marry that rich asshole who raped me. How can I love that mother who was there and did nothing. How can I love that father who said keep your mouth shut and live silently or tell me Vicktor tell me?" She asked me hysterically. "Tell me Viktor do you feel hurt in me? Well so do I!! Yes I am as selfish as you think I am. Yes i am as liar as you think I am. And yes everything you saw was lie. And act. Yes Viktor. But you can't blame me. You can never blame me. Because that's not an option at all. Being in my position was not much of a great place. It was not some rich shoes. It was pitiful and hurt and shoes with thor