Perfect Lie Novels & Stories

She's trying hard to look cute by forcing a smile to show off the dimple on her left cheek. "I was looking for you the whole time." She said in the most seductive tone she could. I felt that Kolten is moving closer to me. I just gave him a quick glance. My teeth felt an edge-like pain as she's tapping the table using the black fake nail she has on her index finger. Just encountering my new pet peeves! "Trying hard!" Lia snorted as she came back to her seat. I just smiled at her. Katie obviously heard what she had said but chose to pretend as if she did not.

I was panting, thinking of the right word, but I could not come up with anything. “That was?” He asked, kissing my stomach, going up to my breast, taking my nipples into his mouth again. I gasp, sucking for more air as I answer. “Delicious? Incredible?” My God, this person will not stop until I die of extreme happiness, but I couldn’t believe I wanted more. I moan, feeling him as he spread my legs. “Delicious?” He repeated, kissing the hollow of my neck, going up to my jaw. “Incredible?” He stopped, meeting my eyes. “How about heaven?”

She is my drug, my sweet addiction, my divine kiss and my only downfall. "My love, everything I do is worth it, you'll see that you won't regret it," I hold her tightly in my arms, my nose in her perfumed hair, "I promise that today you will be the only precious jewel that my heart, mind and body will desire to pamper and have."

"I promise." I wanted to touch him, and I had no idea why. His facial features were angular and his lips were full and his eyelashes were so long—this man was just gorgeous and in such a different way from Xavier. He was also absolutely covered in tattoos and if he weren't sitting on the other couch, I definitely would have had to bury myself in the forest after failing to keep my hands to myself. Tattoos weren't very common in my pack, so I'd always wondered if the skin felt different there. "Darling you're staring," Laian drawled in amusement, his eyes never leaving his book.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

There’s not much left to do besides be thankful for the way things concluded, and also conclude a few things for myself. It is time to do a little bit of revealing. I’m sure it’s obvious that I’ve always changed the names of the people involved in these blogs in the interest of disclosure. So believe it or not, but Mr. Perfect Match isn’t in fact his real name. No, his real name is Gabe and he is incredibly smart, and wonderful, and every bit as amazing as I have described.

Maria’s voice went up an octave. “I know what you’re going to say, Ma. I know it was stupid but the thing is…I couldn’t help it. Liam is just so…perfect.” Her voice broke on the last word. She knew he wasn’t perfect, not as in the perfect human being, but he was perfect for her. When things between them were good, they were really good. And tonight…tonight, the things he said and the way he looked at her…yeah, he was perfect, right up until the bit where he tried to control her life. “What happened?”

Lillian's POV I am the perfect child. The perfect daughter. The one who never makes mistakes. I am like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly because I always trim away parts of myself that they consider flaws. I follow orders without questioning, for in the Hawthorne household, I am the epitome of perfection. But behind that flawless facade, a dirty secret lies. ***

Pierre smiled after hearing my words, "Noted, madam." Pierre properly geared me up for our combat training, and while watching him tie my shoelaces, I finally reminisced that this might be Pierre's first time to date a woman, and so he's still crippled for the essential things that he has to do. Looking at Pierre, who's also flawed in some ways despite all of his heavenly attributes, I realized that effortlessly perfect men only exist in books and fiction. In real life, a man has to work and exert effort to make himself perfect for the woman he desires and this is something that us, women, should enuinely appreciate.

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"