Sweet Little Liar Novels & Stories

This jerk. His smile widened at the sight of her. “You never failed to amuse me, woman. A beautiful liar, that's what you are,” “Why do you keep telling me that I’m lying?” "You just told me you wanted to take everything slowly, didn't you? Yet, here you are stripping right before me. Can't you get any more inconsistent?”

"You bastard! Turns out that you're that scumbag boyfriend of hers!" An enraged Sofia slapped Luciano across the cheek harshly. As tears spilled down her cheeks, she went on, "Luciano Carlotta, how dare you! That's my best friend! She was such a wonderful, sweet woman, yet you kept her hidden away for six entire years, like she was some sort of shameful lover on the side! How could you be so cruel! "Previously, whenever she told me about her boyfriend, I always had a feeling like there was something off with him. I never would've expected that you would be that bastard! Not only did you deceive Rosanna, but you lied to me too!"

So why did it still feel like something was coming? Why did my gut keep whispering: this isn’t over yet? “Careful,” Liam said as I dropped a spoonful of sugar into his coffee. “That’s the third one.” “I like things sweet. It balances out your personality.” He arched a brow over his newspaper. “You think I’m bitter?” “You built an empire out of ice and sarcasm.” “You’re not wrong.” We were having breakfast on the balcony of one of Liam’s penthouses—because, apparently, the man collected real estate like I collected unpaid therapy bills.

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

“You know she’s too nice to tell you the truth.” “The truth doesn’t always hurt.” Leo defends. “And in this case, it’s actually really sweet.” “That’s all thanks to the coat of sugar Livi just have you.” Violet points, and Nadia chuckles. “It wasn’t even sugar coated,” Nadia corrects. “It was just a sweet, sweet lie.” “Are you calling Liviana a liar?” Leona raises a brow, twisting the argument as she glances back at the brunette who gapes. “No!” Nadia denies. “Of course not!”

He smiled like an harmless child who was talking about toys and balloons rather than spewing national secrets to outsiders. "... Your Majesty, I can't help but doubt your words about letting me go once all of this travesty is over." I muttered in hopeless despair when I saw his sugary smile deepening. "Oh no, Fake Lizzy. Do not worry please, I shall definitely keep my word. How could I not, I am many things, but a liar is not one of them." His sickening smile was still intact to his face like super glue.

Fred spat on the floor, his voice breaking with fury, and started pacing again, his movements urgent and irregular. Linda laughed aloud, mockingly, the sound resonating like an ominous tune. Her voice dripped with venom as she continued to laugh. Her tone was full of mockery as she said, "Sweetheart, you're so dumb." "Enter your kitchen”. “Check the dish where the pie was delivered.” “There was a microphone attached”. Her laughter darkened as she grinned. "I needed to hear how you would scream for assistance and choke on the pie. I attached it for that reason”. Linda burst out laughing cruelly again.

Her gaze turned calculating, and a sly smile spread across her lips. “What?” Liam asked warily. “You said you want to make it up to me,” Lily said, her smile growing more mischievous. “And that I can do anything I want to you, right?” Lucas nodded cautiously. “That’s what we said.” “Good,” Lily said, her eyes glinting with a sinister edge. “Because I just got the perfect idea.” The twins exchanged uneasy glances as Lily’s smile turned into a full-blown smirk.

Why Lily knew what cartoons she liked, what snacks she preferred, how to braid her hair just the way Sarah liked it. So While I was home Alone, Waiting and Aching for my family, Thinking my husband was busy with pack duties… or caring for his mother, My best friend had been fucking my husband and playing house with my only child. And all Right under my nose! How foolish of me! “Mummy?” Sarah asked suddenly, her voice small now. “Are you crying?” I wiped my cheeks quickly, forcing myself to smile again. “No, no sweetheart,” I said softly. “I’m Just… tired.” I lied.

To utter a single lie. I pull back from him and gaze at him sweetly. "Good morning husband..." Seven giggles. "Soon to be..." I roll my eyes. "Still, husband." "You look so beautiful when you wake up..." LIE! "You tell me that every morning." Seven smiles. "Because every morning, you wake up even more beautiful than the previous one." LIAR! "You look much healthier this morning..." "Because I'm feeling good..." says Seven. "Who wouldn't feel great waking up to a phenomenal beautiful woman like you?"