She Lied To Your Face Novels & Stories

I said as I walk to the sala and sat on the chair. I leaned on the chair, sipping my tea calmly. I heard footsteps near me I didn't bother to look who's walking near me. "Hands up," I heard Livv's voice, I smiled mentally as I raise both of my hands in the air. "Livv, good to see you here," I said as I stand up facing him, hands still in the air. "You lied," He said, angry and his eyes were red. "I didn't lie to you I just didn't tell you that's different," I said mocking him, looking at him intently. He pointed my the gun and chuckled.

"Camera? You're bluffing!" Without missing a second, the captain motioned for an officer to play the footage. There, Gina was on screen, raising a stone and smashing it into the back of my skull. Then she calmly put on gloves, took out a knife, and peeled off my face. With cold efficiency, she pushed me off the cliff, then deliberately sprained her ankle. The air in the room grew heavy. The Zimmermans and Leo stared at the screen, their faces crumbling with horror and disbelief. Only now, with the truth laid bare, did they realize how terribly wrong they had been.

I took the opportunity to kick Nevaeh to the ground and watched as all three of them writhed in pain and screamed. My grandparents rushed in, their faces filled with worry as they checked me for injuries. I reassured them with a gentle pat on the back before bending down and kicking Don again. "Oh, by the way, there's one more thing you might not know. That accident you had when you were with Mom? You lost your ability to have children back then. "So, Nevaeh isn't your daughter. You've been lied to." This revelation explained why my grandmother had immediately denied my earlier suspicions.

“I was curious, but somehow I thought you might have your reason.” “Liar.” She called me out immediately. “I saw your face that day, you looked really pissed but you closed it with a fake smile on your face.” I was confused because how did she tell that I was upset that day, the family is really scary, do they read minds. “I don't read minds, I could tell from your face, I mean, I wasn't born yesterday, so I'm experienced when it comes to reading people through their facial expression, like now, you didn't come here to help, you came because you wanted to see someone else.”

she lied. "Lying bitch!" I barked. "Tell me you don't love it! Tell me you don't love two cocks fucking you!" She shook her hooded head. "No! No! It's not, mmmmmm, true!" I drove my hips hard into her. She yelped. "Liar! Your cunt is squeezing me so tight! You're about to cum, aren't you?" It was true. Her body was building to a climax. She shook her head again. "No! No!"

she lied, her eyelids fluttering. His jaw ticked at her obvious lie but he didn't call her out on it. She had tried to stop her lids from fluttering but it was like a reflex action when she lied–there was no stopping it. "We'll go out for lunch tomorrow?" he phrased it as a question but she knew like she knew that she was a Belko, Khaleed wasn't asking.

“Yesterday, you said they dragged your family outside. Today, they came at night and killed everyone inside. Doesn't that story sound made-up to you?” Her chest tightened. “You don't expect me to narrate everything accurately. I was traumatized.” she almost cried. “Not like that.” She stood up to leave. “Believe whatever you want. You don't even know me” “And I know when I’m being lied to.” She stopped walking. Our eyes locked. She tried to avoid mine but I held on, glaring into those innocent eyes of hers. “You think I’d make something like that up?” she asked. Her voice had dropped at this point. I didn’t answer immediately.

Something acrid and tormented and perverse. "What was what?" I grumbled, my own voice slipping into kill-or-be-killed range. "I said I could have it," she spat, the chilly face of self-control competence cracking for a moment to reveal beneath the venomous lie. "I don't care what tragic story she's fabricated for you, what honey-sweet falsehoods she's spoken to you.

I said. “I can’t.” “Look. At. Me.” She did. Slowly. And that’s when I knew. It wasn’t a fall. It was an attack. I stepped toward her. “I’m going to ask one more time. What happened to your face?” Her jaw clenched. “Your majesty, I fell.” “Bullshit.” Silence. I could see the lie trembling on her lips. I could smell the fear and the shame. Her heart was racing, pounding like a war drum.

I whispered. Had I been deceived? A sad expression crossed his face. “She lied to you…”