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Like I was pretending to be someone else. He kept buying me drinks too sweet ones that made my head feel fuzzy. I only sipped a little. I didn’t want to get drunk. I wanted to stay awake and in control. After a while, his hand touched my knee under the table. I jumped a little but didn’t move away. “You’re a sweet girl,” he said, his voice low. “How old are you really?” “Sixteen,” I lied again. My throat felt tight.

“Was that worth ten thousand dollars?” His gaze sharpened. “You’re cautious now. You weren’t on stage.” “I was performing on stage.” “Are you not performing now?” She paused. “Not for you.” That made him smirk—genuine and amused. “Good. I don’t like lies dressed in lipstick. I like truth… even when it cuts.” She remained by the door, not crossing the threshold of intimacy his words invited. “Then what truth are you buying tonight?” she asked. He set down his glass. “That you’re not just beautiful. You’re something rare. Most girls are firecrackers—loud, quick, forgettable. But you, Aurora… you burn slow. And men remember slow burns.”

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.

Liviana was a liar. She was a good liar- she lied for good reasons; for safety and peace of mind. Fibs is what she called them, minimizing the act of deception by telling herself that it wasn't with any ill intent. She wasn't a horrible person or untrustworthy- she was smart. She was careful. And she only did what was necessary for her survival. She told little white lies, which, in comparison to the lies her parents told- waving them like a red flag as they dared the world to call them out, was nothing. Compared to the rest of her family, Liviana Castelli was a saint.

There was clear dissatisfaction and disdain in her eyes. Just when I thought this one-sided matchmaking session was about to fall apart, Yuvan's mocking thoughts suddenly rang in my ears. 'Benjamin is the 99th marriage candidate Kayla's looked at, and he's the ugliest one so far. If she picks him, my chances will be much better. No matter whether it's looks or talent, I'm miles ahead of him. He's just a spoiled rich kid living off his family. That's exactly the type Kayla hates. Once they're married, she won't even spare him a glance.'

Samara gives her the finger as she greedily hooks into her own chocolate thick shake. We spend most of lunch listening to Kiarra's funny stories. She met a few people that were staying in the same hotel and went out partying with them, which apparently was the wildest night of her life. She had us in a fit of laughter as she explained how she ended up naked in the back of a van with some guy named Billy, due to a card game gone wrong. I shake my head at her as I wipe my eyes. She isn't one to be that crazy, which makes it even funnier.

“For those who don’t know, you tell us three statements about yourself—two of them true, one a lie—and we have to guess which one is the lie.” “I’ll start,” Zyra volunteered. “Okay, here are my three statements: One, I can play the piano. Two, I see the future. Three, I’m allergic to strawberries.” The pack members looked at her, trying to guess. “I think the lie is you seeing the future,” Kieran said. “No way, it’s the piano,” Elara countered. Zyra smiled. “Actually, the lie is that I’m allergic to strawberries. I love them.” “Wow, I didn’t know you could play the piano,” Seraphina said, impressed.

“Farrell is meant to be with me. Everyone around the school knows it and yet as soon as she comes she tries to steal not only my future mate but Valeria’s as well. She’s nothing but a whore!” Alo and Farrell stood to their feet in front of Ife, their growls shut up everyone in the room. Anger radiating off of them due to them speaking ill of their mate. Zeus gave them one look and they immediately sat down after holding Ife’s hands to calm themselves. Ife looked over the girls and smiled. “Now it's my turn to speak my truth!” Ife spoke a spell and images came up on the wall. Showing everything she experienced. After the last image, Tessa floated and things played from her mind and next follo

Someone in the crowd remarked, "It's impressive that a young woman in her 20s has gone to such lengths to learn traditional pottery." "Maybe we've been too hard on her. Perhaps, as she said, she's just trying to fit into the Campbell family. After all, she's only an illegitimate daughter and probably fears being cast out." "If it were just for a day or two, it could be faked, but this account has been active for eight years! Even if it's all an act, we can't deny her effort."

I blurted out, the words bitter on my tongue. Raymond's Expression remained impassive, “Elena, not only are you a terrible dancer, but a miserable liar,” he said, a twinge of seriousness in his voice. “Show me your hand!” he commanded. I paused, I knew I was up with the lying game. He was good at detecting my lies. Hesitation flickered across my face before I spoke, “Promise me you won't create another scene,” I whispered, locking my eyes with his gaze. Raymond's jaw tightened for a brief moment, but he eventually relented with a stiff nod.