Orange Your Lie In April Novels & Stories

Fergus 's face contorted in desperation. Sandra's mask slipped, revealing a flicker of pain. 'He must not know, he must not know how my heart burns for him. How much I love him.’ She thought. She had to lie again, spin another lie to chase away this man she clearly could not live without. She regained control and spoke in the coldest tone possible, her words contradicting her heart. "What if I told you I don’t?” A lie. “That I don't feel anything, Fergus,” Another lie. “You're just a distraction. A momentary escape." The biggest lie.

"She's a pretty, empty doll my father made me marry. A political move to strengthen our position. Now, I'm finally free." Ice flooded my veins. Through the crack in the door, I saw him—my husband, "dead" for three months. He was caressing a blonde's face, his eyes full of a love he never showed me. Bianca Rosso. Daughter of our main rivals. "Honey, are you sure no one will find out?" Bianca was sitting on his lap, her fingers tracing the tattoo on his chest. The iris flower. He told me it was a symbol of our eternal love. A fucking lie.

“Yes, I just got lightheaded for a second.” April frowned at her friend. She had stiffened and gone pale when Prue had said Max Gray’s name. April didn’t turn to look at him. She pictured him in her mind from his last blockbuster, black hair with a hint of a curl and blue eyes with high cheekbones. April let out a gasp, thinking of Jade, who had the same black hair and blue eyes. April flashed her eyes to Poppy. Poppy's eyes widened as she realized that April had figured it out. She grabbed her hand under the table. Her eyes almost pleading.

On my wedding day, I had just stepped onto the aisle when a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. "Take it all off, and she's got a body on her! Look at her face, like she's enjoying it!" I turned toward the voices and saw my ex-husband's photos of me blown up across the giant screen. They kept changing, one after another, explicit and impossible to ignore. All around the room, phones were already coming up as people started taking pictures. My hands began to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother collapse. Behind Leon Coleman, Allison Fleming slapped her thigh and raised her voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh, wow. Leon showed these to the guys yesterda

And my breath catches. Peonies. Soft blush and white peonies spill from the bouquet arranged carefully in a crystal vase. For a moment, the entire office disappears. Because suddenly— I’m fourteen again. The Sterling estate is warm with late afternoon sunlight, the garden alive with color and the scent of flowers. Mrs. Sterling’s prized peonies bloom beside the stone pathway, full and delicate beneath the golden light. And there I am. Curled up on the grass with my sketchbook balanced on my knees.

"You in there? It's me." No answer. The air inside was cooler, scented with lavender soap. Marble sinks gleamed under soft lighting. I stepped in fully, with the door swinging shut. "Jay? Come on, talk to me." A faint sound...a gasp? From the last stall. I rushed over, my heart thundering vigorously. The door was ajar. There she was: slumped against the wall, with her dress rumpled, a dark red stain spreading on the tile beneath her. Blood. Oh God, blood everywhere...pooling around her legs, soaking the hem of her gown.

The midday sun streamed through the study window, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow as Nickey stepped inside, his gaze immediately drawn to Trina. She stood bent over a large wooden desk, her emerald green dress hugging her curves, the fabric stretched taut as she shuffled through a stack of papers. A soft, almost involuntary moan slipped from her lips, a sound that stirred the air between them. Nickey felt a twinge of both revenge and longing rise within him. This was his plan—to use her allure against Michael, the cousin who had shattered his life.

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

She ran her hand over the chic orange leather seats, stopping at the modern black trim and pinching it between her fingers. When she rode in Bill’s car, which wasn’t often, she had to bring along a book to plug the hole in the bucket seat. Yellow stuffing showed through to the plastic bottom beneath. What remained of the upholstery reeked of cigarette smoke and human misuse. This car felt like paradise. A small rectangle sat on top of several knobs between the two front seats. Lisa didn’t waste a moment; she leaned forward and turned it on. Kylee gasped out loud when she realized it was a television. “Really? There’s a TV here in the car?”

A: He’d do anything for u, he luvs u, I wnt a man just like him M: You’ll find someone who’ll be the same with you A: Soon??? M: I’m 19 and I just met Kalil recently. Don’t rush it. A: I hv to wait 4 years?!?!?!? M: Lol, why are you texting me instead of practicing? A: I told u, cnt focus M: Eminem & Lil Wayne have a song called no love Use the computer in the office to d******d it…the edited version Come up with a freestyle Show me what you got Saturday when you come in