Sweet Little Liar Novels & Stories

"Mature women are even more charismatic. What do you know? Women who are around 20 years old are naive and innocent, but women around 30 are elegant and attractive. Someone as exquisite as Giselle is even more so!" "Can't you all be less crude? It sounds so lascivious." "It might not sound great, but I'm stating facts here! Men all have the same desires." "Mr. Fordham doesn't look like someone who'd cheat. I'm going to wait for clarification. I've taken screenshots of those who are making up rumors so that Mr. Fordham can sue them all later!" "Let's make a bet. Whoever loses will pay the other 100 dollars, alright? I bet that Mr. Fordham has

Sophia The trouble with being a professional liar is that, after a while, you forget who you were before the lies. I'm staring at myself in the Tribune's third-floor bathroom mirror. The one with the flickering fluorescent light that makes everyone look like they're dying of consumption. Trying to perfect what I've mentally dubbed my ‘daddy issues heiress’ smile. It's not my usual expression, which is more ‘I will end your political career with a single exposé and enjoy watching you cry about it on T*****r.’

Lily. God. Then Peanut laughed. Fair. A happy baby laugh. Reasonable. And immediately repeated: "Lih." God. Finished. Absolutely finished. Fair. The emotional damage became permanent. Reasonable honestly. Then Lily's face changed. God. Slowly. Fair. From confusion. To understanding. Reasonable. To pure joy. God. Then she screamed. Fair. Not a scared scream. Reasonable. A happy scream. God. The happiest scream. Fair. "PEANUT KNOW MY NAME!"

Susan thought smugly, grateful for the chaos she had sewn. With a sly smile, Susan leaned in closer to Ariana, her voice laced with camaraderie. "You know, even mistresses are often labeled as friends," she remarked, her words dripping with bitter wisdom. "Men will cheat and then claim they were simply spending time with a friend or have a female best friend. It's all a lie, girl. He is cheating on you."

Fuck she is extremely beautiful. "Luciana I dare to you make out with Ares" the drunken red head said while she was giggling at the shy girl whose name I got to know now is Luciana. I looked at her to see her hazel orbs wide as she licked her lips slowly while looking at me. Her lips looked so full and pink that I just want to bite with my own teeth and maybe this is the only chance I have to do this.

Kate pushed the lollipop into her mouth and smiled, “More like it… that better... it tastes nice right? Nice??? It was f*ckin’ painful

Chapter 9: Sweet Lily *Lily’s POV* People always think I’m sweet. Well, that is because I gave a polite smile, a gentle laugh, and I tilt my head when someone else is speaking as though their words mean the world to me, it’s all a performance and I’ve perfected it. They call me the good one, the obedient daughter and the graceful sister. I am the girl who always says thank you, who never raises her voice, who knows which fork to use at dinner.

"It feels so good, Liam! Do it more!" While he was sucking my breasts, his hand moved down. He didn't go for my pussy first. He went for my ass. He grabbed a handful of my cheek and squeezed it. Then, he gave me a loud, hard slap. SMACK! "EE-EE-EE!" I squealed. The sting was hot and sharp. "Ooooh, Liam!" "You're a bad girl, Sarah," he hissed. "You're a traitor. You're stealing your friend's husband right in her own bed. Do you like being a traitor?"

he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”