The Book Of Lies Novels & Stories

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

"You went out and had your fun to the point of having an illegitimate child! What's the point of coming over to apologize?! The Medina family doesn't welcome you anymore! And my daughter has nothing to do with you anymore! You've already divorced! Don't harass my daughter after this, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!" "No, this isn't real! None of this is real..." He frowned in thought, suddenly struck by realization. "I didn't mean to sign the divorce agreement. I signed it when I was drunk! It was all that woman's plot! I was tricked! Please believe me, I truly love Lia. I don't want a divorce." Midas sneered, his voice cold. "Your name's on the paper. How is it fake? The child is

Only the first page held any writing at all, a single line, the ink faded to rust but still legible, still deliberate. When the Substitute Luna awakens, the first lie will always return before the truth. I read it twice. Then a third time, my grip closing around the cover until the old leather creaked in my hand, the words settling into me with a weight I didn’t yet have a name for only the certainty, cold and absolute, that whatever this meant, Jenna’s homecoming was only the first lie of many.

I was a real estate agent. My mother, Jenna Bennett, approached me privately and asked me to sell her property. "Your dad is having a hard time with his business. I want to help him out." The property had been left to Mom by my grandmother, Renna Patterson, so she'd always have a small refuge of her own, a place where she could feel safe and secure. Now, for my father's sake, Mom was selling that refuge at a bargain price. It didn't take long for a buyer to contact me. The woman asked, "Hi, could you hold the property for me until next week? I'd like my partner to give it to me for my birthday." I caught sight of a photo of her and her "partner" on her phone screen, and froze. It was

Before Khloe Lewis, my mother died; she clutched my hand and made me promise to give her diary to Foster Lewis, my father, without ever sneaking a peek at it. The moment he finished reading it, my father's expression changed. He slapped me hard across the face, and from then on, he beat me at the slightest provocation. A year later, my father remarried. Rachelle Lewis, my stepmother, was gentle and kind, always standing up for me and protecting me. Then my father let out a cold laugh and took her to read my mother's diary. When she finished, disgust twisted her face. She grabbed a cane and beat me until I suffered broken bones. After I came of age, I met Princess Coraline while hunting.

Only a withered body, without the strength to fight. That was what the story said, that was what she read that one night she found the book. Lara couldn’t help but want to throw it to the fire and burn those words. But she stopped, then read it again and again. Memorizing the words… The book was wrong in many things… so many details were omitted. She knew it was on purpose, or maybe not? Why? Why did the author do that? Who was the one who wrote that lie? Which what purpose?

“Can you not read the title?” I looked at the cover of the book. But I knew that was not the title for I could see the make-shift cover, hiding it. I did that too. “Yes, but I am asking about the real title.” “You have good eyes.” She took off the make shift cover, and now I could read the real name of the book. It was “One Hundred Ways To Kill A Liar.” And I was lying to her. “It is a forbidden book, so don’t tell.” What she said was more of a command or a warning.

May gasped again, "Are you pushing me away? You look like someone who will need some comfort right now and you are pushing me away? This is why everyone hates you. You are so mean." A slap will be enough to shut her up but Rielle wasn't ready for that. "May, you can stop pretending to be the good girl and get out of my way." "Well I am a good girl and not like someone who stole a book and made it hers." "That book is mine." she raised her voice. That was the height of it. The book was hers. The person who lied that it's hers, forged every evidence against her. It was all a lie. "Well, you can't avoid what is there already."

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.

I look up, masking my jitters, only to meet Artemis’ blue eyes looking down at me with a plain forced smile that seems tired for some reason. My tensed shoulder drops, and I let go of the pretense. “Oh… it’s you.” I say dully, though never pulling out the stolen book from the hiding spot. Securing it even further. “What are you doing?” He raises a brow, looking at me. “Reading, obviously.” “I see you’re reading a book on wolf biopsy upside-down?” I look at the book in my hands, and just as he had described, it’s a gory book with very vivid pictures of organs and the likes, turned upside-down, exposing my lie immediately.