Orange Your Lie In April Novels & Stories

Staying busy had helped dull the burning, but it still remained. A boisterous laugh broke his thoughts. "This is your disguise? You look like the runt of the litter's runt of the litter!" Orion guffawed as he stepped into the packhouse sitting room. He grabbed his son's wrist and lifted the attached arm in the air over Sebastian's head. "Look how tiny your arm is! Something must be wrong with this girl if she fell in love with any of this." Orion dropped the arm and couldn't stop snickering.

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

Guided by the mate bond, I concealed my presence and made my way to the top-floor VIP ward. Through the glass, the sight beyond made my blood run cold. The Alpha who once said he would only ever love me was now kneeling on one knee in front of a young woman. He carefully lifted her foot and gently helped her into a pair of fluffy slippers. I recognized her. She was Yvonne Larson, the Omega Wayne had brought back as the victor's bounty after defeating the Frost Moon Pack a month ago. She smugly stroked her slightly swollen belly and kicked Wayne playfully.

“You’ve been lying to me, Stefan. Adrian was the first person to actually admit it out loud. Do you know how humiliating that is?” He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I haven’t lied to you, Shania. I’ve omitted things, yes. But I’ve never lied.” “Oh, so that makes it okay?” I shot back. “You’ve been manipulating my life from the beginning, haven’t you? Why? Why me, Stefan?” He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “Because you were the one,” he said softly. I laughed bitterly. “The one what? The one with a name that starts with ‘S’? That’s it, isn’t it? I’m just a pawn in whatever twisted plan you’ve been cooking up.”

Julian suggests, holding his glass out. “No more lies,” Nikita adds with a shrug. “I agree wholeheartedly, no more lies.” Layla moves her glass forward and they all look at me. I exhale slowly and nod, cocking a brow before I clink my glass with theirs. “No more lies!” they say in unison before we all drink. But the truth is, for the ones I love, I’ll continue to lie till the very end. THE END

He lounged on the sofa, with Macie Rogers snuggled against him, and shouted, "Come on, take it off! Or I'll cut off your mom's treatment right now." The thought of my mom, sick in the hospital, made my hands tremble as I started to unbutton my shirt, exposing a part of my chest. The crowd's eyes were glued to me, some even whistling mockingly. Suddenly, a warm jacket landed on my shoulders, enveloping me. Adrian's eyes blazed with fury as he stared at me down. "Liliana, you've got guts!" Tears filled my eyes as I met his gaze. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

This was not me with Emily, something was wrong, yet I couldn't stop myself. Emily started fighting with the gown, trying to free herself from it, “you want this out,” she nodded her head, her eyes were rolling up. There was only one thing that had that effect APHRODISIACS, Lucan drugged Emily so he could have his way with her. Anger coursed through my veins, yet I couldn't stop myself, I ripped the fabric and threw it to the floor. I undressed myself in equal urgency. I brought my head down to her pussy, I raised her leg up to give me better access, then I devoured her.

His partner stepped in. “What Mr. Pierre, is saying is that we want a foursome. You and the three of us” he said confidently, the French accent coming across smoothly. “What?” I stared at him disbelievingly, at the trio. I felt humiliated . My face went cold, anger rising inside me. I wasn’t going to allow this. It felt like everything was closing in on me at once and I had no place to turn. I was trapped, the only option left was to get up and run.

When sleep began to drift me away, he whispered into my ear. "Dear Freye, be mine. Be my mistress and my woman. I will share with you not only my bed but my warmth. I might not love you but I shall care for you as I do all things mine. Be mine Under The Oak, in secret", he said and I knew, I had just entered into a consensual slavery