روايات وقصص ضمن The Book Of Lies

He waited until the sound died, then let out a breath that sounded like a man stepping off a gallows and choosing the rope anyway. “They will ask you questions,” he said, still inside me, still moving now, slower, meaner. “You were pouring wine. You ran stairs. You saw nothing. If they put my name and yours on the same page, you look stupid and loyal and bored. Can you do that?” “I can lie,” I gasped. “I’ve been lying since the lock turned.” “Good.” He stroked my cock in time with his thrusts. “Then come on the wall. Come knowing they almost had us. Come knowing I am not going to stop sending for you.”

“I like you as much as you like me.” The butterflies in my stomach did multiple backflips in excitement. My cheeks burned so red, I had to look away before he saw me blush. “Let's..” I cleared my throat. “My books are in the living room, we should go.” He stepped back and followed behind me as I walked towards the living room. Oh Lord, is this a dream? I pinched my hand twice to wake up but my eyes opened wide and Conrad was still sitting beside me. “Let's start with Statistics.” I began, flipping through the pages even though I saw nothing.

He called former partners; they either didn't answer or hung up after a few perfunctory words. Absolutely no one in the industry was willing to work with someone sporting a record of plagiarism and bankrupt credibility. Throughout this entire process, Louis finally saw Flora's true colors. It turned out Flora had no actual skills at all; she was a complete and utter fraud. Her so-called works were all cobbled together by plagiarizing the designs of me and other well-known architects. Because she had repeatedly plagiarized other architects' work, she had long been blacklisted by multiple firms, and could only latch onto Louis through deception.

“See it? Why?” Marcus told us a story I had never heard. Years before the crash, my father had said something strange to him over a glass of whiskey. Every ledger needs one lie in it, Arthur had said. A true book is dangerous, because a thief believes every word. But a book with one good lie makes the thief chase it for years, and he never looks for the real thing. “I laughed at him,” Marcus whispered. “I thought it was just a clever saying.” My throat went tight. “You think the last page is a lie.”

Neither of us spoke until we were both dressed again and the only evidence left was the slightly disordered papers on his desk and the flush still high on my cheeks. He looked at me, expression unreadable. “That can’t happen again,” he said quietly. I nodded, even though the lie tasted bitter. “I know.” “Freya—” “I know,” I repeated, softer. “It was a one-time thing.” He didn’t look like he believed me any more than I believed myself. I slipped out of his office before either of us could say anything else that would make it worse. The hallway was still empty. My father’s office light was still on. He was still asleep at his desk, glasses crooked, completely unaware.

"Anyway, what is the story plot? Give us some heads up about the book so we wont be clueless when we entered." "Sure." Mary agreed. "The story title is 'Started With A Lie' and it is a modern royalty-romance book. The protagonists are Thallia and Rex. Thallia worked as a choreographer slash waitress slash librarian. In short, she's poor. She lives in a orphanage together with her liltle brother and many other abandoned kids. That's why she needed many sidelines to raise not only her brother but the other kids too. The male protagonist is Rex and he's a crown prince." "Crown prince? Like him?" Anastasia asked and pointed at Eliot.

“She said she had found proof that someone had recently contacted the governor and demanded money.” “Did she know if it was a man or a woman?” “She didn’t say,” I replied. “What secret was he or she threatening to expose?” “She didn’t tell me that, either, but she did say he was working on a book.” His questions were coming like bullets, and I really wanted to end the conversation. I had given him what I had planned, so I was through. “I really don’t know any more, and I’m exhausted and a bit shaky. Can I please go home now?”

Confused by how did she tell a lie. "No, I'll prove it to you!" Then she runs back. One moment later, she came back while holding a book. "Here." She gave it to him. Ah! When he opened the book. He looked like he saw a ghost. "This means... I am a fiction?" "But why? Why does God play us! I suffered too much! I left you! I fought Jin! We and this God played before our lives?" Now he knows. The truth! He never believed it. Yet, upon that book, all of the truths was written there. Private or personal that book told them—

But then I reminded myself that I wouldn't be getting into trouble if I had my own things and didn't have to beg anybody for theirs or accept what people suggested, just like in Celia's case. And looked at me sternly for some time, seemingly assessing me in and out before he finally said something. "Where did you get this?" He asked, raising the book I had been reading. I was so scared instantly and my heart raced while my mind scrambled for a believable lie that would get me out of this messy situation. "I... I." I stuttered for a while before something came to my mind, a lame lie. "I stole it from one of the guards," I stammered, not wanting to put anybody in trouble and also hoping that m

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed