روايات وقصص ضمن The Book Of Lies

He was dressed in a blue robe, and he was sitting in a chair, reading a book. "I love to read," I said. "Then, allow me to show you something special," the man said. He stood up and walked over to the shelves. He pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to me. The cover was a deep red, and it had gold lettering. It was titled "The Book of Dreams." "This book contains every story ever told," the man said. "Every fairy tale, every myth, every legend. It's all here, waiting for you to read it."

That was out of Heather’s expectation, stunning her for a moment before she said in disbelief, “It’s not with you guys? That’s impossible! Where is it, then? You guys didn’t destroy it or ask someone else to keep it, did you?” “No,” Lily replied faintly, “That book doesn’t exist at all.” “Impossible!” Heather exclaimed. She would only believe this over her dead body and sneered again, “Why do you need to make up such a stupid reason to lie to me? I’m being frank today in our discussion, and I even told you about my twin sister’s existence. Plus, I was just asking about the secret handbook. It’s not like I’m going to ask you to give it to me. What are you so afraid of?”

That's true but, only time will tell exactly what his looks were all about. While I looked on to see his next reaction, he began talking again by casting doubt about what I had told him. "Something deep down in my heart is telling me otherwise about the book in your hand. Something is telling me that you are lying. I think there is more to the book in your possession. I hope you are not lying to me in any because, if I find out that all you have been saying are nothing but lies then, it will not go down well with the both of us. I hope you understood my words?"

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

"She made a choice." A sharp pain shot through my chest. My lips parted, but no words came. No. It couldn’t be. My mother loved me. She loved my father. She wouldn’t— "You're lying," I spat, but my voice wavered. Hecate hummed, tapping a manicured nail against her teacup. "Lies are a human habit. I have no need for them." She reached into the air, and suddenly, a thick, aged book materialized in her grasp. The scent of ink and something older—something forbidden—clung to it like a shadow. "But if you want proof, find this book."

Or maybe he was just choosing to believe everything she was saying because he had the upper hand against him. "Well, I thought that if I could manage to blackmail you, then you would come to me, but you were so in love with Evangelien that it broke my heart, and since I wanted to keep my pride, I acted as if I had evidence," she expounded her lie. She could not believe how good she was at doing things like this. "So cute," he murmured. She almost let out a sigh of relief that she had been able to deceive him so quickly, and he did not pick up on it. Maybe he was just choosing to believe her, so he did not miss out on anything.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

“You’ve given me every reason to doubt hiring you.” My throat tightened. Yep. This is it. I’m fired. I took a breath and lifted my chin just a little, ready to take it. “You’re right,” I said. “I’ve done more wrong things than I can count. So if you’re letting me go, I won’t argue. I’ll accept it.” I dropped my gaze after that. My hands curled into fists at my sides. Honestly, he had every right to fire me. It wasn’t just about the laundry. I’d been lying this whole time, pretending to be Amelia Castillo, when in reality, I was Amara Celestine Fuentes.

I ask him, confused about what game this is that he is playing. “I needed to know how you felt about me.” He says, confusing me even more. How could I make it any clearer than literally writing a book where I sell out every emotion I felt for him? “What do you..” It dawns on me that he has been lying to me again. This whole time, I thought he knew how I felt, because he said he had read the book and stupidly, I took him for his word. What was I thinking? This is the same man that pretended to be fucking Jack Dawson, this is the same man that had refused to tell me who he was and probably never would’ve come clean to me, had I not told him that I knew exactly who he was. This is the man that

Orson screamed in pain, but still refused to change his story. "We really are your parents! We already gave you the inheritance! Why would we still want to kill you?" "It was honestly just a joke to help you relax!" I let out a cold scoff and turned the voltage up higher. "Fine. You don't have to talk. I already know the truth, anyway." All that was missing now was proof. Their bedroom definitely held clues. I grabbed a decorative piece off the table and knocked all three of them unconscious. Then I headed out, planning to search their room.