The Beautiful Lies Novels & Stories

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

Camila's pain and it hurt seeing her like that. PERFICIENT HOTEL, NEW YORK CITY. The car arrived in front of the Perficient Hotel, the biggest hotel in America, and second to none in the world. It belonged to the Lucas, and it was the venue for Asher Lucas and Avery Mason’s engagement party. “We are at the engagement party already.” Mia notified Layla, so Layla would get out of her thoughts. Layla’s heart was still broken and scattered after she met Mrs. Camila. She couldn’t get the past beliefs out of her head and fresh ones paved their way in.

Zia said as she leaned back on her chair, swinging lazily. Asriel's gaze went back to her, meeting her eye in the process, making his heart skip a bit. Zia had never stirred in him feelings before, and he had even forgotten how it felt to make love to her, but right now he felt as though he couldn't wait to have a taste of her. She was just so beautiful, confident and the sophisticated, the one he couldn't bare to let off his mind. " Pardon me Zia, but I must say, the view here is quite exceptional, and added to your beauty, I couldn't help but get lost in here," Asriel said, hoping to get a reaction from her.

About the future Kenneth had dared to imagine that didn’t involve politics, privilege, or a wife chosen at some black-tie dinner. Everything changed. He stopped answering my calls. Stopped showing up to class. I waited on the courtyard bench every day for a week, praying he’d come. Believing he would. On the eighth day, I saw him again but not alone. He was with her. Tall. Beautiful. Dressed like money. Holding his arm like she belonged there. He didn’t look at me. That night, I took off the silver ring and screamed into my pillow until my voice broke. And then, as if life couldn’t be crueler… I found out I was pregnant.

"Liliana, stop this game and come out now! "Liliana, I'll forgive you for everything. Show yourself. "I don't care about the divorce anymore, Liliana. Please...come out..." Adrian's cries echoed through the charred remains of the villa, but no one answered him. His legs gave out as he stumbled through the debris, and he collapsed in front of a blackened body. He reached out hesitantly to touch the corpse that once was Liliana. Then, he recoiled—she was unrecognizable, burned to a crisp. Only the glint of a diamond ring on the right hand's ring finger confirmed it was her. Overcome with sorrow, he wrapped his arms around her remains and wept. "Argh! Liliana!"

I was finding it difficult to breathe, my throat felt sore, I needed water so bad. Seraphina stood just behind him, her heels clicking softly as she moved into the camera’s frame. She looked beautiful in a terrifying way, dressed in all black, her dark red lipstick sharp as blood. Her eyes glittered with triumph and hatred. “Smile for the camera, darling,” she said, crouching beside me. Her hand came up to stroke my cheek mockingly. “Marco likes his women quiet, doesn’t he? Let’s see how he likes watching you scream.”

Sloane Monroe had always believed that if you were going to lie, you had to do it beautifully. Ugly lies left trails—careless receipts, frantic phone calls, loose threads of guilt. But beautiful lies, the kind built with patience and precision, could pass for truth long enough to become it. She sat at her vanity in the guest suite of Damon’s penthouse, the city glittering behind her reflection. She smiled thinking about how good it was to have options between staying at the estate or the penthouse.

The world could spin its stories, call me names, tear apart the truth—but they couldn’t touch this. For once, the lie looked beautiful enough to almost believe.

"I don't want to buy it. I want him to sell it. It's a subtle difference. May I say that you are, without question, the most beautiful person in this building?" "You may not." "Too late." He grinned. "Arielle Sinclair. The woman who fixed the pool." "How do you know that?" "I know everything. It's a curse." He took my hand and kissed it, his eyes on mine, and I felt, oddly, no danger at all. "Come dance with me. I promise to make it worth your time." "I'm here with someone." "I know." His grin widened. "That's what makes it fun." "Mr. Cross."