Sweet Little Liar Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: I Dropped to My Knees Like the Secret Slut I Really Am Everyone thinks I’m such a good girl. Sweet little Lila Harper. Straight A student. Always polite. Always proper. The kind of girl parents wish their daughters could be. But they don’t know the truth.

In my previous life, hearing them had always made me happy. Safe. Loved. Now they sounded like poison. A lie wrapped in sweetness. My gaze drifted toward the mirror across the room. My reflection stared back at me. The same face. The same woman. But the innocence was gone. Completely gone. “I love you too,” I said calmly. The lie came out effortlessly. Adam seemed satisfied. “I’ll see you tonight.” “See you tonight.” The call ended. The moment the screen went dark, my expression completely changed. The smile vanished.

"She’s hot. She’s pretty. And she’s... incredibly sweet." I felt a sharp, bitter twist in my gut. I let out a dry, jagged laugh. "Sweet? Is that what we’re calling it now?" I took a step closer, my eyes narrowed as I scanned her face for any sign of guilt. "So, tell me. Did you really have her under you, or was it the other way around?" Lila’s smirk widened, and for a second, I saw the memory of the office in her eyes. "Why don't you guess, Mia? Or better yet... why don't you see if you can make me forget how her tongue felt?”

“I mean—” “I don’t recall ever having you in my bed,” Damian interrupted her again, a smirk playing on his lips. “But perhaps if we were to refresh my memory, something might come back to me?” He picked up a snifter of brandy from the table, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watched Isabella’s face flush red. “I misspoke,” Isabella exhaled, composing herself. “What I meant to say was that the Hartess family has a child. Your brother fathered a daughter.”

She looked as if she was high on drugs. "So Sweet," he whispered to himself as he licked the last remnant of her release off his finger. Killian was done with being a gentleman. He wanted her and he wanted her now. He crawled over her and pressed his lips on hers. "My cute little minx," he whispered possessively against her lips before pulling away.

asked Lily in an investigative tone. “I wasn’t feeling quite well” I lied looking away from her. A clear white lie! It was written on my face. “Oh really?” asked Lily while raising her left eyebrow. “That Ira girl is sweet” I said trying to change the topic. “Yeah. She is too sweet to be true! Everything she says is perfectly coated with sugar, honey and maple syrup. She is a damn weird one” said Lily in an irritated tone. Lily just hate fake people. She is like a people detector. She is ‘LILY detector’ who detects fake people.

Between Lily's warning earlier today and now Sarah appearing like some kind of villain. "Tomorrow is going to be so much fun," Sarah continues, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "We're going to completely humiliate 'the golden girl' on the field. By the time we're done with you, you're going to wish you were never popular. You're going to wish you had never left Rival Fang in the first place."

It wasn't just me, but the police officers were also stunned. I found it hard to breathe, feeling like a boulder crashed into my chest. Before I could say anything, James doubled down. "I can vouch for her. We had dinner together tonight, and there was no alcohol," he said. "The smell on her was fermented fruit from dessert. My team rushed the report, and it didn't go through my hands. If you don't trust me, you can have another doctor redo it"

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

Devlin’s voice is light as a blade and sweet as blood as she repeats my words. Little Sweetness might think she can lie to everyone around her, but not me. Never me. I can feel the betrayal in the way her blood runs through her body beneath my hold. “… I will never lie to my Master again…” that’s four, and I’ve already had to conceal the growing hardness behind her, but she shifts on her feet and brushes against it. She stays silent for a moment, the same way she had before, not shying away from it but not leaning in towards it either, “… I will never lie to my Master again.”