Tell Me Lies Evan Novels & Stories

I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but who was he to detect what I was up to since he wasn’t telepathic?.

He smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement as he stepped back from me, running his thumb over his lips. I swear if I got back home, I'm going to kill him for this. An hour later and I had already spoken to my father and ready to leave this damn place. "That's him." Lila said beside me and I turned. "Who?" I asked, scanning the crowd. "The god of money. The one in black suit, standing right over there." I traced her finger and it stopped right at a man, standing at the far end of the hall and discussing with some people, including my father.

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

The cursor blinks at the end of a sentence he no longer trusts. “He knows how to sound sincere,” Julian says quietly. “That is the worst part. He can make a lie sound more stable than most people make truth.” “Maybe that is why you bother him.” Julian looks at him. Evan leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Because you can hear the difference.” Julian’s throat tightens, and he looks away before Evan can see too much. His phone lights beside the keyboard. For one second, he thinks it will be Sarah or a news alert.

"You're a bad liar, Lydia. You always have been." He glanced toward the bedroom door. "Whatever it is — I'll find it eventually." Evan stepped closer. "Don't do that." "Do what?" "Lie to me." She held his gaze. "You came here without telling me, walked into my house with your key, and now you're accusing me of lying." "I asked you a question." "And I answered it." "No. You avoided it." Lydia folded her arms. "Why are you suddenly so interested in what I have?" Evan didn't answer.

So he blurted out the first lie that came to his mind. “She’s my woman.” The room stilled instantly. Cameras flashed his way. As much as he hated what he was about to do, it was the only way to salvage the situation. “She’s not a scandal or a vulnerable victim. She is my woman who happens to work in that hotel, and if any of you think you’re entitled to dissect my private life without my permission, think again. Don’t forget I own the city you work in.” His voice was a low growl, controlled yet brutal.

My glare says it all. "I see that I'm not going to get any truth out of you like this, so how about this, I say some stuff about me, and you do to?" he offers. "You're not interesting," I reply. "Now, that isn't nice. But I'll still proceed. Alright?" he says with his grin. Silence. "I am an agent of the British Secret Services, and I-" "Obviously. I'm not an idiot like you." "-and I'm Evan. One of the best of them all," he says as he puffs his chest with pride.

Claire added without baffling an eyes. Evan suddenly cracked baffling Claire, Her eyes diluted as she stared at the man before her, Evan Continued to laugh uncontrollably before transitioning to a soft cough, his brow suddenly raised up at Claire. “And In what position are you going to help me ruin Nolan? Or Do you forgot the kind of person he is? Evan smirked. “I’m the new girlfriend he is seeing” Claire blunt out those lies without blinking an eye. Evan had believed her lies after all he had saw Claire sometimes right beside Nolan , for a minute he was suddenly pissed off as he couldn’t believe Nolan was already seeing someone else just in few weeks. At the same moment Evan was still surpr

Evan says gently. He reaches across the table, apologetically extending his hand toward mine. I take hold of it, signaling to him that all is forgiven. My breathing slows and the beads of sweat have evaporated in relief that Evan seems to have fully bought my lies. “It’s okay. Even though I don’t know why you would let them get inside your head like that,” I say. Evan lets out a small sigh before letting go of my hand, “I was just worried about you, I guess. I didn’t want you to get caught up in something…or someone too dangerous to come back from.”

he asked instantly. Good. "Just some tea and a place to hide where Levi can't find me." "And you won't tell Levi about Nelson?" Evan asked. He actually asked. Out loud. I almost burst into laughter. "Your secret's safe with me," I lied, breezing past him and collapsing onto his couch like I owned the place. Evan muttered something aggressive under his breath and poured me tea anyway. Then, he sat next to me like he was preparing himself to deal with me. "So why are you here? Are you finally spiraling?"