Not Dying For Her Lie Again Novels & Stories

“She died on impact!” As much as I was clouded by emotion, I could still sense the lies dripping from her tongue, and it provoked me even more that she felt the need to lie about that when I had found out about the other things that she had done. “She didn’t die on impact,” I countered once again as if I had witnessed it all happen. “She was probably writhing on the floor, and you dumped her body somewhere so that she wouldn’t be your problem anymore.” “Please!” she screamed in desperation. “I don’t want to die like this, Damien.”

Finally, after realizing that it was all a ploy to get away with their murderous intention, she dies. I was no longer expecting it. I wanted her to live long till Valentina and I can give her the grandchildren that she wants. I didn't want our lies to be in vain. The lies we fed her about our pretend marriage and about the fake pregnancy. I wanted everything to be real. "I won't!" A voice jerks me out of my reverie, reminding me of my question. No, it wasn't a question. It was more like an order. But she isn't someone to be ordered around.

With a lie I told so long ago it felt like a different lifetime. “She’s dead.” That’s what I told her. That’s what I looked her in the eyes and said, knowing damn well it wasn’t true. Knowing I had no fucking right. But I told her anyway. Because it was easier than telling her the real truth. Because if I had told her the truth, I would have lost her before I even had the chance to make her mine. And now? Now I was watching her bleed from the inside out, wrapped in nothing but a crumpled sheet and my cum still leaking down her thighs.

Watching Kayla pick up her phone to actually contact a medical team, I struggled to call out a single word, "Kayla." She immediately dropped her phone and leaned down. "I'm here. What do you want to tell me, Nate?" Slowly and with great difficulty, I managed to get out a sentence. "Your presence... only makes... my last moments hell." I watched with satisfaction as her face instantly went white. Unable to support herself, she collapsed to her knees and started desperately slapping herself. "I truly am an animal! I shouldn't have said those things to you! "I shouldn't have lost my mind and agreed to help Mom and Dad fake their deaths. I shouldn't have said you were guilty. I shouldn't have ma

“She was perfect for you. She balanced you, softened you. Kept you from being… well, you.” I open my mouth to defend myself, then close it again. But then her tone shifts so sharp and pointed. “And since she is perfect for you,” she continues, “and since you still clearly love her, tell me, why are you lying to her?” My throat closes around air. Love her? “Lying?” I echo. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean,” she snaps. “Angela. The child Elena still believes died hours after birth. The child who is living under your roof right this second.”

"Explain why you used my dad's bone whistle to force me to kneel? Or explain why you marked another she-wolf during my bonding ceremony?" Trey's lips moved, like he wanted to say something. But I didn't give him the chance. "Haven't you told enough lies yet? You gave Serana the green crystal bracelet you promised me, marked her during my ceremony, and after sending me here, you still want to lie to me and say it was all just a necessary tactic?" As I fixed my gaze on the red mark visible beneath his collar, my voice grew colder with each word. "Trey, did you really think I would just stay in place, waiting for you to come back like I did for the last 15 years?"

I forced my voice to remain calm. “Yes.” Her face lit up instantly. “Then where is she?” Her hands grabbed mine suddenly. Her fingers were cold. “Why hasn’t she called me?” My mind raced. The truth sat on the tip of my tongue. Lilith is dead. But the words felt too cruel. Too heavy. The old woman’s hopeful eyes stared at me. Waiting. Trusting. I swallowed. Then I lied. “She went away for training,” I said softly. The old woman blinked.

“You would go so far to get my attention? Faking that you're going to die? Or that you're pregnant?” I couldn't believe my ears. “Why the hell would I lie about that?” I asked in horror and he shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh, you tell me. I bring Ria back, and suddenly, the whole world is dying. You didn't tell me yesterday or this morning that you were dying or that you were pregnant—” “That's because you never gave me the chance to—”

Everyone envied me. They said my mom was like a wish-granting fairy on the other side of the world. An electronic reading pen. A pretty little dress. A new backpack. Whenever I made a wish to my mom, whatever I wanted would arrive from abroad within three days. Grandma told me my mom washed dishes in foreign restaurants and worked illegally, risking everything just to keep that little hope alive for me. "Your mom's only wish is for you to study hard and do well." The year I got into college, I saved every scholarship dollar I'd earned and bought a plane ticket across the ocean. During the eight-hour flight, I imagined reuniting with my mom countless times. I'd throw my arms around her

" I took out my infertility report and held it out to him. He braced his hands on the wheelchair arms and tried to stand before taking the report with trembling fingers. "No... Leah, that can't be true." He reached for my hand but could not reach it. "There has to be a way. Even if there isn't, it doesn't matter. We can adopt. You are the only person I have ever wanted! I love you!" "No, Scott." As I watched his tears, my emotions slowly went still. "Don't you understand? I cannot forgive you. Forgiving you would mean betraying my children." I wiped the tears from my face.