Novel & Cerita Sweet Little Liar

I forced a dry laugh, “I wish there were more words to describe a psychopath like you. You want to see me break? That's why you resorted to punishing my lungs? You wanted air out of me.” Nikolai scoffed, “I didn't do that.” “Oh, nice,” I chuckled, “but you say, I'm the liar?” “I didn't do it.” Nikolai repeated. “I hate you for making me bleed for you for five years but I wouldn't want to take the life out of you.” I rolled my eyes, “tell me about it?” “The smoke was caused due to electrical lamp faulty wiring, Arianna. Not me punishing you.” “Lamp my ass.”

“One thing you should remember is that I hate liars.” Her body shuddered, her eyes tracking over my clothes, my skin, covered in a thin sheet of sweat from strength training. She licked her lips. “You do?” “Yes. I prefer bitter truth than sweet lies, Ivy. Even if the truth seems daunting.” She knew that I knew. “What do you do when you catch a liar?” She asked, her eyes dancing with curiosity. It was no doubt that she found it thrilling. Wanting to know what I would do next.

she said sweetly, “when people annoy me.” Inside her mind, Lia felt her breath hitch. Fuck… You’re more dangerous than I thought. Lilly only chuckled, her voice curling through Lia’s thoughts like a whispered secret. “When you hurt the enemy, make sure never to put yourself at arm’s length,” she murmured. Her tone was light—almost playful—yet laced with something undeniably lethal. “And just because I’m always sweet,” she continued, “doesn’t mean I’m not deadly when required. You, Lia, are just irrational.”

🤓 PrinceCharming: I'll send you little tasks like wearing 'fuck-me-heels' to the office. LonelyGirl: Maybe I'm wearing them right now. PrinceCharming: You're not a very good liar, are you? 🙃 LonelyGirl: Maybe I am. 🤨 PrinceCharming: Liar! Are your pants on fire? 👗 🔥 I laughed out loud to that. He was getting a little too serious and I still had 3-4 hours left in my day. I didn't want to get all hot and turned on right now.

I continued protesting, "But still, 'K' is so misleading!" "You're using the 'K' username as well." "Oh yeah...I do." Kevin laughs cheerfully and says, "Don't tell me you never even visited my profile? not even once? and you continued to talk to me without even knowing me?" I nodded "There is something completely wrong with you. You need-" We said at the same time, "The right amount of nerds!" We laughed at the same time as well as he handed a pack of nerds, the sour candy, I smiled at him, "Okay, you're really K."

They spend their time together forever happily. *Lawrence Pov* That's the story of my parents living happily together as uncle John and Emily have twins, a boy and a girl. They name the girl Jenny as her mother and Tommy as his father. My parents had a sister for me her name is little Mia to my grandmother. My mother decided to write her story and once I am old enough I would read it I am oil enough I am 17 years ards old vampire Lawrence. And that was the story of my parents Amelia and Locus. The nickname of my other Sweet caramel.

I couldn't stop myself "Hello sweetheart" She steps back and yells "What the hell?!" When she finally looks up at me, her eyes widen for a split second before a blank stare comes on her face. I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. Yeah girl I know I'm sexy as fuck I can't help it. "I see you're new here sweetheart" She rolls her eyes and sarcastically says "No shit Sherlock. What gave you that idea?" Wow that sassy attitude and smart mouth just made my pants a little more tighter than it already was, shit I need to get this under control. Before she can fully walk around me I grab her arm and pull her back to me thinking I can sweet talk her a little only I don't take in account her fei

the bastard's low baritone strung Mike's nerve, gripping the counter. "And you are a realtor who is prone to meeting strangers on daily basis, let’s say, for example in a secluded warehouse. Your mother, Santha Patel is living alone too. There is a lot of loopholes in your life, my dear Sarah.” She slowly turned around, gritting her teeth. “With this bet, I’m offering you a chance to cut me off your track” her blazing inner reflected in her glare, shearing his skin but he ignored it and raised his bows back to position.

She had a habit of getting under his skin in ways only she could and he wasn’t in the mood. “Don’t you have some poor man’s heart to eat? Haven’t seen James in a while.” Scarlet sauntered around the couch, ignoring the underhanded comment as she propped herself up on one of its arms. She swung her feet around, laying them on top of him with a vindictive smile set about her lips. “Who is she?” “There’s no one.” “Come now, baby brother,” she said in a deliberately sweet manner. “I may not know how to spot a lie like you and Cassidy, but I know you.”

And Luna Lorraine, had done it perfectly. Skylar took it all. Every word. Every accusation. Every consequence. And just like that, the weight shifted. Clean. Efficient. Predictable. No one needed to say it out loud. Everyone understood. She was the easiest to sacrifice. The safest to blame. By the end of it, she wasn’t just guilty. She was alone. “I told you,” Irene said quietly, her tone flat, almost detached. “It was never going to be easy to bring her down.”