The Beautiful Lies Novels & Stories

Simone on the other hand, spent a great deal of time in picking out just a pair of blue skinny jeans and a sheer blouse which she matched with a pair of stiletto heels. In no time, they were cruising past the streets in Adelina's new car as they sang along to their favorite song of all time; Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson. Their first stop was at the salon. After a much contemplated thought, Adelina decided to change the color of her hair so that it was a mixture of blonde and her auburn brown hair. It was cut short to her shoulder as it has always been and when she took a good look at herself in the mirror, she was met with a glimpse of the Adelina of three years ago; impeccable and vig

,she smiled while Roman got off her laying next to her. She gathered the white sheets using them to cover her chest. Roman also got under the covers with Lisa planting her body on his chest. When they went out for their fifth date that too to eat sushi, sex was the last thing on his mind. He had already told Lisa that he wasn't ready for any commitments or entanglement yet when she came with a sequin dress that revealed her cleavage the entire time they dined, he simply couldn't take it. He had to take off that white sequin dress and see what lay beneath.

Then said it, flat and quiet. “You’re not okay.” I swallowed. Hard. “Do I look that bad?” She shrugged. “You look… um- beautiful? Like um-you could kill someone and get away with it.” “Cute.” “Wanna talk?” I didn’t. But I nodded anyway. We sat at the counter with a cup of tea between us that neither of us touched. “He lies,” I said. “So quietly. Like he’s supposed to.” “About what?” “About everything.”

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.

I wasn't sure what was worse, the shame or the ache of being so pathetically seen. Eventually, I got out, towel-wrapped and quiet. I avoided my reflection in the mirror. Back in my room, I grabbed my phone. No messages from Nico. Of course not. Nico was still on another continent, married to work more than me. And Damien? He was probably already back in his blank-faced bodyguard mode, pretending none of it happened. Bea told me she hooked up with some guy last night and it was the best sex she ever had. At least one of us got laid.

“Perfect timing. Just the question I needed. I sent him lots of images—sexy, cute, gorgeous—you know how that is. ‘Am I that unrecognizable?’ I texted. He replied, ‘I don’t believe it. Send me a live video,’ with a pleading emoji. So, I did a boomerang video right there in the salon, with a wink and tongue out. And he went... ‘Beauty, you look gorgeous! How... what... are you for real? I don’t want to sound stupid, but I’m in love with your new look already. You look stunning. I broke up with Beyoncé. How about we meet up? I want to see you again.’” Mrs. Hills was sitting by this point. “My question is: why?” she asked. “Well, why not? I wanted to teach him a lesson. All I need to do is trap