Our Lie In April Novels & Stories

* Janice's POV Lucy and I walk out of our last class, Computer science,with our bags straddle over our shoulders. I study the look on her face as she stares down at her feet while we make our way out of the hall. "What's wrong?"I ask her and she snaps her head up to meet my gaze. She sighs and shakes her head. "It's nothing. I'm just worried about Eric and what he'll say when you tell him we almost got caught yesterday." She tells me in a low, uncertain voice. I almost chuckle at the worry laced in her voice. I lift my left hand up and poke her right cheek.

Eve was before her laptop on Elvin's dining table when her phone rang. She paused what she was doing, looked at the caller, it was April. Her best friend, and she answered. "April!" Eve said. "Eve!" April said. "How are you doing, darl?" "I'm fine. What about you?" "Better than you, I guess." "How so?" "Well, Frank went to see his family when this lockdown hit," April said. "Since it delayed his coming back, and knowing my sexual appetite, he told me to have anyone I wanted."

of Rahul and the grasping desperation of Roberts. One evening, they lay entangled in the vast, silk-sheeted bed, the city lights blurred by the relentless rain. They had just shared a slow, profound act of love—not hurried by lust or transactional need, but driven by a mutual need for sanctuary and existential reassurance. Karen lay with her head resting on Lara’s chest, Lara’s fingers idly tracing the lines of Karen’s exposed collarbone. The exhaustion was absolute, yet the silence was warm and heavy with unspoken conspiracy. The intrusion came as a shrill, tinny ringtone from Lara’s discarded phone on the nightstand—a digital voice assistant chirping an urgent notification about a last-min

“Thіѕ is Aрrіl’ѕ lіfе, Cаrrіе, nоw іѕ the time fоr truth.” “Blаkе, I’m not lуіng. I swear. There’s thе рhоnе, аnd thоѕе аrе thе numbers thаt саmе through while Aрrіl and I were оut. Thеrе аrе ѕіx missed саllѕ! Plus, ѕоmеоnе ѕеnt April a picture оf uѕ dancing аt thе сlub.”

He left without saying anything else, without so much as a goodnight, and the room felt bigger and colder once the door shut behind him. "That was a lie," I said. "I know." "You just stood there." "What did you want me to do? Call my own father a liar to his face with no proof, in his own house, an hour after our wedding?" Alexander dragged a hand down his face. "I need him to think we accept the story. That's the only way we find out what's actually true." "So we're just supposed to let it go." "I didn't say that." I looked at him, waiting.

Kisha got the lingering glances, the inside jokes, the “urgent late-night meetings.” My phone buzzed. Video call: Daniel 💍. My heart stuttered. I smoothed my silk robe, forced my lips into a smile that didn’t reach my eyes, and answered. “Hey, baby,” I chirped, voice honey-sweet. Daniel’s face filled the screen, tie loosened, top button undone. Behind him, the hotel suite’s chandelier glittered like a taunt. “Jayla. You okay?” “Never better,” I lied. “Just missing you.”

I snapped back irritably, "Did you forget? You couldn't even tell what was left of me when you went to collect my body! So what are you still unsure about?" Laurel let out a long sigh. "I remember. You were basically mush. I had nightmares for days after that." Vita frowned. "We're not doubting whether you were killed. We're just not sure how you still got labeled a fraud when you're the real heiress." Who the hell knew? The four of us put our heads together and still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. Laurel started sniffling. "What do we do now? The only ones whose ages match are the four of us. There aren't any other candidates. With that psycho family, I honestly think if no

The kiss was searing and deep, filled with three years of unspoken want, a claim and a promise all at once. "I thought my chance was gone forever," he whispered against my forehead, his voice rough with emotion. "You have it now." That was our first night together, in his penthouse apartment overlooking the city. A week later, things were moving fast. "The symphony tonight?" Dante asked as we worked. "They're playing Mozart." "Sounds perfect," I said, organizing papers on my desk. "I've always loved his requiems." "I know," he said without looking up. "It was in your university admissions file."

"I-I asked around." That was a lame lie. He was a nobody now, and no one would tell him anything. That one glance sparked a realization. My phone didn't have many apps, so the couple's app that he had developed stood out. I had forgotten about it in the chaos. "I built this app for us," he'd boasted. "We'll log everything we do for each other. It'll be a treasure when we're old." I'd used it diligently, recording every moment, until he stopped logging in. I never suspected anything, but his behavior now screamed guilt.

“Levi, talk to me!” “She’s not dead.” His voice rises. “I lied. She’s not dead.” A laugh bubbles in my throat. The white-hot fury returns, but it’s a new kind now, sharper and colder. “You... you lied about that? All this time, you let me believe his mother was dead?” I take another step toward him. “Why, Levi? Why would you lie about something like that?” He finally looks at me, his eyes pleading for understanding. “I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry, Claire. I just... I had to. You have to understand...”