Perfect Liar Novels & Stories

The villain who pointed the gun spoke again, "I'll make your hands as deformed as your legs." "You are a useless man," said the other villain. "More like a pathetic man." "Look at you! A baby is even more valuable than you." "Can you do this?" asked one villain while jumping up and down. The action instantly became the laughingstock of the crowd. "Surely no one would want you." "You're such a useless piece of trash. Women would think a thousand times about making you their lover. You'll only be a statue when you play in bed."

“For those who don’t know, you tell us three statements about yourself—two of them true, one a lie—and we have to guess which one is the lie.” “I’ll start,” Zyra volunteered. “Okay, here are my three statements: One, I can play the piano. Two, I see the future. Three, I’m allergic to strawberries.” The pack members looked at her, trying to guess. “I think the lie is you seeing the future,” Kieran said. “No way, it’s the piano,” Elara countered. Zyra smiled. “Actually, the lie is that I’m allergic to strawberries. I love them.” “Wow, I didn’t know you could play the piano,” Seraphina said, impressed.

He massaged his throbbing temple and said, “I don’t know who to listen to anymore.” Lilith was not that kind of person. She’d never fake being sick just so Sebastian could grant her every whim. And she wouldn’t fake a failed pregnancy because there was nothing she could gain from that. He had decided, “I don’t believe you. Yes, you may have failed Lilith as a parent. But she’s a better person than what you make her out as.”

It was Shade's and I noticed that her lips were coated in green lipstick, just like her eyes and her name, shades of green. "My Shade." She croaked out before she pressed the phone to her chest and I shook my head. I repeat this girl is going mad. She removed the phone from her chest and slide it to the next picture. "This Tolani's lips can't be natural. It's too beautiful and perfect." Sophia scoffed, her lips twisting up as if in disgust. "Well, that's the only good thing about her." My mouth dropped open. "Haba na. Sophia. How can you say that about someone's child? O wrong now."

"I'm not even officially registered! How could they find me?!" Her eyes darted wildly as she tried to make sense of the situation. Her voice turned venomous as she growled, "You were paid off, weren't you? "Luna gave you money to stage this whole thing! Admit it! How much did she pay you?" Even now, she refused to accept her fate. Nathan stood frozen. He stared at her in shock as if seeing a completely different person. The police laid out all the evidence they had gathered recently. It was damning and irrefutable, leaving no room for excuses or loopholes.

Her shrill voice immediately drew everyone's attention. My gaze darkened as I hissed, "Let go!" But as foolish as ever, she refused to back down. She clamped her hand around mine, refusing to let go as she began shouting in the cafe. "Everyone, look at this gold-digger! She faked her own mother's cancer just to swindle money out of her husband! After her mother died because of her, she latched onto her husband again and took his house and car. Now, she's out here spreading lies about him having asthenospermia!"

“You tripped? On the stairs?” “Yeah,” Brielle said. “I was rushing and just… stupid, really.” Celia didn’t say a word. But her whole body stiffened. She’d heard a version of that lie before. Hell, she’d told it. Once, when she was with David, she’d worn sunglasses to class for a week and said she’d gotten eyelash glue in her eye. Nobody had believed her—but no one had asked again, either. Now she watched Brielle carefully. The way her hand hovered near her cheek. The way her voice lifted at the end of the sentence like she was asking for belief instead of offering the truth.

The video had barely started playing when my screams filled the courtroom. As the screen slowly came into focus, everyone saw it clearly. Claire stood up and stabbed me again and again with a long needle. People in the courtroom rubbed their eyes at the same time. Someone gasped, "Wasn't she supposed to be paralyzed from the waist down?" "So she had been faking it this whole time?" "This has to be AI-generated, right?" "No way. If the court approved it as evidence, it has to be real!"

He had said that to me once, too. At a charity gala in the Hamptons. A drunk investor had gotten handsy. Liam had security throw the man out on the spot. Afterward, he held me, his voice the same. "Did anyone hurt you? Tell me. I'll make them pay." So you can fake loving someone. You can fake it for three years. Four. Even longer. Right up until you find better prey. Chloe sobbed in his arms, a picture of tear-stained beauty.

I humiliated you? Her father's eyes blazed; his stare was cold as ice. "You disgraced this family. Do you at all fathom what you have done? Humiliation? What could I have done that's worse than what their betrayal has done? Amelia felt she was caught in a spinning nightmare she couldn't wake up from. "I didn't humiliate you, Father," she returned, her words even, though inside she quaked. "Catherine deserves everything she is getting right now. Both she and Ronald played me for a fool!"