Rastros De Mentiras Novels & Stories

"After you sanitized your hands like I was diseased!" Henry's head snaps toward Declan. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. "You did what?" "She's lying," Declan scoffs, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his face. "Like you lied about what happened to the last waitress you harassed?" Henry's voice is deadly quiet. "The one I had to pay off to keep quiet?" My eyes widen. So the rumors about Henry being different were true. "This isn't about me," Declan deflects. "Your fiancée is an impostor. A cheap replacement probably paid to - "

Santos: I was perfect and you know it. I almost smiled. Santos: The ring is real, by the way. Don't lose it. My heart stopped. I looked at the ring again. The way it sparkled. The way it fit perfectly. Real. My hands started shaking. My phone buzzed one last time. Santos: Goodnight, fake mate. Dream about me💕 I stared at the text over a million times, feeling the rapid beat beneath my palm. Tomorrow would bring new battles, but tonight… tonight Santos had made the lie feel dangerously close to truth. And part of me wasn’t sure I hated that.

I cackled, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Rudolf! You're lying to me! You keep on lying to me! How long do you plan to keep lying to me?!" My hysteria left Rudolf stunned, his breath caught, frozen in place. He opened his mouth, but there were no words. It was as if he sensed something yet lacked the courage to confront it, choosing instead to feign ignorance. "Rudolf! Sean fainted! Come over and take a look right now!" Vivian suddenly screamed.

She moves her gaze from Anna’s own to her thigh before shutting her eyes close. “Amaya? Amaya?” Anna kept calling out to her but got no response. Maybe she needed a breathing space but for sure it was certain that she suffered from Rape Trauma Syndrome (RTS) and was still at the acute stage. She had shown signs of hysteria, confusion and now she was crying. No one deserved to go through this. No one. After a minute or two of silence, Amaya’s voice echoes through Anna’s office room, not hiding the pain it held.

He had said it before, but this time it sounded different. She smiled happily. “I love you too. So much.” The black bikini and the mask were left discarded on the floor. The ghost of that stranger—the one who had paid half a million for a night—finally vanished. Rafael was better. Much better. And now he was there, whole, wanting only her. He closed his eyes and fell asleep soon after. As he drifted off, he realized his mind had created a woman to torment him… when all along, it had been Maitê.

Lorraine asked. I took a deep breath, "He's still mad at me for hiding." I shrugged. Both exchanged looks and came closer to me. They took me in an embrace. "You should share your feelings. He would understand you definitely," Livia muttered. "Feelings!" I muttered her word. "That you love him. Love can heal everything." Lorraine smiled looking around me with a tug on her lips. "Jasper loves you. But! He's Carlos King." I told her with a shake of my head.

He threatened her and she trembled. “There is no need to take me easy because there is no ordinary street vendor who is walking around in front of you. My name is Grasis Celab. I know how to correct your bad opinion. What will happen to you? Now you will know. What happened to you yesterday? Maybe you did not like it. Let’s start it again." She was terrified. The headache was rising. He was an animal. He was the best. He drank blood. How could she avoid it?

Snowshade stood and drew a thick bundle of record-crystals from her enchanted ring. She crossed to Garrick and the others and let them fall from her hand. They struck the floor with a clatter and spread open. Etched across them in glowing script were dense lists of crimes, each one more sickening than the last. "This... what is this..." Garrick picked up one crystal with trembling fingers. A single glance, and his face went deathly pale. "They robbed a wandering mage of his relic, just because the material suited a circlet for Lucian Clegane?"

I received a complaint and a one-star review. It was from Christian. He was using such a childish tactic just to force an apology out of me. He wanted to force me to admit the severe consequences I had to face for abandoning him back then. However, I had only loved him passionately, like the sun loved the stars. Could that really be considered a mistake? “No, Nova, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I comforted myself, completely in denial. “The only mistake is that the sun and the stars belong to day and night. They are destined to never be together.”