Novel & Cerita Starting With A Lie

Julian suggests, holding his glass out. “No more lies,” Nikita adds with a shrug. “I agree wholeheartedly, no more lies.” Layla moves her glass forward and they all look at me. I exhale slowly and nod, cocking a brow before I clink my glass with theirs. “No more lies!” they say in unison before we all drink. But the truth is, for the ones I love, I’ll continue to lie till the very end. THE END

“They may be more sympathetic towards that spin on it.” “It’s a lie,” Aislen started shaking her head. “Lies are dangerous because they can easily be proven as being lies, and once exposed, everything we say would then be open for debate. If we lie, we win the war for the Van Helsings. I say the Van Helsings let the cat out of the bag, it’s not our job to stuff it back in there, but rather to win the war against them.”

"Because honestly, the story started just minutes ago. Right there at the party." Lorraine raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. Alina continued. "I don’t know him. He doesn’t know me. I was bluffing, Lorraine. That whole thing... it was a lie. I was just trying to make a point to Kelvin. I didn’t think Aiden Blackwood would actually be nearby. I mean, seriously—what would someone like him be doing at a place like that?" She paused, taking a deep breath. "I thought I could say what I wanted and just walk away. No one was supposed to call me out on it. But then... he showed up. And now, this lie has turned into something else entirely."

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

She winked at me. "Now, tell me everything. From the beginning. No skipping the messy parts. Those are usually the best parts of the story." I let out a shaky breath and nodded, settling in closer. "Okay. It started with a phone call I wasn’t supposed to answer..." And just like that, it felt a little bit easier to breathe. I still hated lying to her and told her everything. She listened and eventually asked if the two of us were together. When I told her that we weren’t, she rolled her eyes and told me it was rude to lie.

Something sharp. Cole’s hand curled into a fist so tight I could almost feel the crescent moons his nails carved into his skin. He forced a swallow, then a smile that looked more like it belonged to a predator about to strike. “Hello,” he said evenly, though his tone carried venom. “You’re late.” I shifted beside him, instinctively rubbing my arm. Wasn’t everyone else late? Cole had told me Lloyd was already here earlier in the day. Was that a lie? Did they still share a private connection—something twin-born and eerie?

"What happened, Mars? she gained looking at him... He hugged her tightly... "Mom, why were you crying?" he innocently asked..."Did King Cox hurt you?" "No, my son, your uncle can never hurt any of us. I cried because he visited us for a while, I want him to stay longer," She lied faking a smile "Then why are you crying now?" he innocently asked wiping a tear that was rolling down her cheeks. "Just emotions Mars, Always remember my words Mars, Crystal Kingdom and Uncle Cox never hurt us in fact we owe them many things, we owe them our lives too," she said rubbing her fingers in his hairs.

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The silence stretches thick and suffocating between us, and I can see it—the storm brewing in his gaze, the war waging inside of him. “Don’t play games with me, Avery.” His voice drops, lethal. “I know I was your first.” He takes a step forward, his massive frame overwhelming. “If not mine, then whose?” I lift my chin, my nails biting into my palm. The lie already tastes like poison on my tongue, but I force myself to push it further. “I was with someone else after you rejected me.” I say it firmly, without a single tremor in my voice. It’s a skill I learned growing up, the ability to lie with a straight face, to bury emotions so deeply that even I start to believe the words.