Romans & histoires Stephen Tell Me Lies

That was why he did not read too much into it. It lasted until Yelena came to him and told him about how Melea felt about him. It was at that time that he learned that Melea loved him. He had been surprised. Then, fear overtook him. Melea had told her greatest secret to Yelena, and Yelena was not someone who could keep secrets. If Yelena told others about it, the entire Foster family would be dealt a huge blow to their reputation, not just him and Melea.

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

“I own more than Sirens. Two gyms, a dance club, and my sister manages a salon for me in Florida when she’s not decorating.” She took a deep breath and shook her head as she asked, “What are you not telling me?” It’d probably be a lie if I answered that question, so I just went around it. “I told you what I do.” “I’m young, Kalil, not dumb. You don’t want to tell me fine, but I have something to tell you.” She wrung her hands and avoided my gaze. “If I said the name Cam would it mean anything to you?” It would, so I asked, “Why?”

Stephen raised a brow at me with an irritated look on his face. I scoffed at him in disbelief and rolled my eyes at him. "Not to sound rude or anything but you are such a fucking terrible liar. You could not even lie to save your own life" I spat at him bitterly. Stephen rolled his eyes at me back. "Rude? I actually do not find that rude at all. As a matter of fact, it is a compliment to know that I am terrible at lying. It means I do not lie all the time unlike some experts standing a few inches away from me." Stephen sneered.

She stared at Stephanie with a blank look on her face, and it was as if she was caught between denying what she had just heard and begging that Stephanie was lying. Maya was caught in between her delusions because she could not accept the truth. Tears soon fell down Maya’s eyes as she said to Stephanie with her voice cracking, “Tell me… you’re lying. You’re lying, right? Stephanie?” Stephanie sighed deeply. Her expression with fake sadness as she said, “I’m sorry, Maya, that you had to find it out through me, but it’s… the most probable and logical answer I could give you.”

“Then, I read this. That man lost almost everything. The world around him fell apart, and he just kept going. So, I thought, if he could keep living after all that, what excuse did I have to give up?” She shifted slightly in her wheelchair and nodded toward the empty space beside her. “Want to sit for a minute?” So, I sat down. Sunlight streamed through the window and warmed the blanket that draped across her knees. “What about you?” she asked. “What happened?” I sat there in silence for a long time. It was long enough that she probably thought I was not going to answer. “I was lied to for five years,” I said. “I lost my career, my relationship, and my family. My dad died because of me.”

As if determined to tear away the last of the pretense, I reached out to touch that red mark. But Trey suddenly stepped back and instinctively tugged his collar up higher. "I got scratched by a branch on the way back," he said calmly, then pressed his lips tight. I lowered my gaze and dug my nails deep into my palms, using the sharp sting to push back the burning in my eyes. When Trey lied, the corners of his mouth would tighten ever so slightly. It was a habit he hadn't even realized he had. He was lying to me. "Is it serious? Want me to dress it for you?" I asked.

I exhale softly before turning around, and there she is—walking toward me with purpose, her eyes already scanning my face like she’s trying to read everything I’m not saying. She stops right in front of me, crossing her arms. “Well?” she asks immediately. “How did it go?” Straight to the point…of course. I let out a small breath, looking away for a second before meeting her eyes again. “He said he likes me.” Stephanie blinks once, then twice. “And?” she presses. I swallow. “And I told him we should just continue the fake dating thing until people get bored… then go our separate ways.” Her brows lift slightly.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” CLASH! Ste-phen swiftly smashed his plate onto the nearest wall. Both Seth's and Mason's eyes widened at once as Ste-phen stood. “Hey, Ste-phen” Seth called, standing too as Ste-phen strode towards Mason who stood frozen at his spot. Gripping Mason by the shirt, Ste-phen pulled him close, his cold glare boring into him. “I just told you not to lie, and you fucking did.”