Pretty Lies Book Novels & Stories

When l laid on the bed, a confession wondered in my head; she smells delicious, and I couldn’t help but think about how hot she is. I’m presently in the kitchen, I have gulped two bottles of corona beer but that’s nothing, I feel like my stomach is gonna pull out from my body, I couldn’t eat dinner last night so I figured why not cook something for breakfast? I had to used the last cash I had on me to order some veggies and ingredients, turns out miss pretty hasn’t gone shopping in a while.

Everything had been a trap they set for me, all for Joanna! Seeing the situation, Joanna twisted her body forward to play peacemaker. “Cameron, that’s enough. You can’t hit people.” I looked into her smug eyes, shaking with fury. Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Jack quickly handed me a gift bag. “Honey, this is a gift I chose for you to congratulate you on your discharge.” I looked down at it. Inside was a set of women’s lingerie—a rather bold style. Jack’s face paled. He immediately tried to explain that he’d grabbed the wrong one.

Meanwhile, Jaclyn was leaning close to his neck, doing something I could not quite see. When Jaclyn saw me burst in, she froze for a moment, then quickly straightened up. Her face looked embarrassed, but she still pointed accusingly at me. "How dare you come in without knocking? Do people from the countryside not understand basic manners?" Rupert pretended to be startled by my entrance. "Please don't misunderstand my relationship with Ms. Prescott and me. She's just checking my wound." Even as he said that, the provocation in his eyes was impossible to hide.

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“If I did, I doubt I’d let anyone into the private viewing.” He considered that, eyes level and unblinking. “You lie a lot,” he observed. “But the lies that catch my attention aren’t about who you are. They’re about who you let yourself be.” She felt the burn of the words more than she should have. She tilted her head, letting the light hit the curve of her cheek. “I let who I need to be. It’s practical.” Dante’s fingers drummed once on the ledger’s cover. “Practical is a useful kind of cruelty.” He took a breath, then added, softer, “And useful is underrated.”

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

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What happened yesterday night never leave my mind, I can't forget how his kisses ignited the desires of my soul. I shake my head as I feel my cheeks heated just by thinking of what happened. I sighed and look at the book I am reading. "I'll never let you complete me, you may be a part of me but you can't be the answer to the missing piece of me," I read the sentence out loud, I played with the pen I am holding as I grin at the thought of what is written in the book. I thought of something that has been missing inside of me, of myself but never in my mind thinks of someone who might fill in the pieces of me that have been missing for such a long time, not money nor power, love and desire coul

"Which is fine. You're allowed to be scared. But don't pretend it's realism when it's actually self-protection." Rhys wanted to argue, wanted to insist that Phoenix was wrong, that his caution had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with practical assessment of the situation. But before he could formulate a response, R called out from across the room. "Papa! I found a book about ladies! It's called 'Pride and Prejudice.' Is this about the lady who makes you weird?" Phoenix barely suppressed a laugh while Rhys closed his eyes and prayed for patience. "No, buddy," he said. "That's a different kind of story. About different kinds of ladies. From a long time ago."

DEDICATION: I dedicate this chapter to 'Mhiz Grace Pretty' for dropping two gems on my book this month. You are amazing 😘 Elliot's POV The book was magnificent. Just as I imagined. Once I reached home I had already prepared myself to open it but I had to savour the moment of having the first magic book in the world.