Pretty Lies Book Novels & Stories

“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

Perfect," he muttered slowly. He saw her beautiful face. He was lost in those big emerald eyes for a moment. He took a moment to study her. Her skim was perfect and fair. Her lips were pink and beautiful. Her straight hairs were tied in a pony tail and some loose strands fell over her face. She was surely one pure soul. So many years with girls, made him good enough to predict a human, especially girls. "You are appointed Miss Swara Gadodia. Congratulations,"he said while forwarding his hands for a handshake.

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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

"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.

My small press book was doing modestly well—enough to pay the rent, enough to keep me writing, enough to feel like I wasn’t failing. My apartment was in Capitol Hill, a tiny one‑bedroom with creaky floors and a window that faced a brick wall. But inside, I’d made it mine. Bookshelves lined every wall. Plants hung from the ceiling. A worn armchair sat by the window, where I read and wrote and watched the rain. It wasn’t glamorous. But it was mine. I met Priya at a coffee shop on my second day in the city. She was behind the counter, making latte art with furious concentration. Her hair was bright pink, her nails painted black, and she wore a T‑shirt that said “Books Before Boys.”

I would have ended up sleeping outside, without a roof under my head. … Author Tina Nwuba: “Welcome to my newest book, my awesome readers. This time, I am serving you guys an obsessive werewolf romance book. The beginning of the story might be too much, but these few released chapters aren't enough for you to judge the overall aspect of the book. Stay tuned for more drama, and how our Priya’s destiny changes from not being wanted or appreciated, to…. Let me not spill the beans <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.

*You have no idea what others are dealing with in their personal life so just be nice, its that simple! This book is a complete work of fiction, No name, event or happening in this book are real. If any is found common or same as real life event or happening, then it is coincidental and shouldn't be taken personally or seriously. I apologize in advance for any error you may find in this book. Please constructive comments are welcomed, (I'll reply) but any annoying comment would be ignored and deleted. 💛 Flourish Ruth Felix (also known as love_richie)