The Book Of Lies Novels & Stories

“Let me guess. You got too comfortable sharing a bed with someone who didn’t keep your secrets. They found out about the book, burned it, and now you’re on the brink of impeachment. Did I cover everything?” “I’ll never get used to that freaky thing you do,” she murmured, moving toward a nearby table. There, a bottle of red wine and a single glass waited—remarkably pristine in this bleak environment. She poured the glass to the brim, then met his gaze. “So, now what?” “Everything leading up to them seizing the book is correct. But the part after that? A blatant lie. I anticipated this. The real continuation is on the counter,” he said, voice distant, as though he were bored with the confessio

I knew everyone here had incredible strength and speed but even at that. My heart slammed against my ribs, as I fought him, but no matter how fast I strike, he was always ready to receive or dodged it. Fuck! I need to check what is inside that book and the fact that was fighting so hard to protect it only makes me more suspicious. I had speculated two scenarios to expect from the book. It's either it's contains lies or a very painful truth. Anyone it was, I won't mind. Staying in the dark is as much pain.

He’s still staring through me, as if I’m a ghost of every hope he ever buried. “You don’t believe me?” I ask, but there’s a tremor in my chest, a raw edge to my stubbornness. It’s one thing to outlast someone in a fight; it’s another to convince them their whole world has been a lie. “Kalen, Cassie showed me the book. The binding is old magic, older than the council or the packs. Blood, vows, and the moon. That’s all it takes.” He shakes his head, lips pressed so tight they’re nearly white. “Don’t do this to me, Lyla. Don’t give me a reason to believe in something I can’t have.” The inflection twists at the end, and I realize he’s not just angry—he’s terrified.

And soon, she’d forget any other way to speak. ~ARIA~ That night, she sat alone in the war chamber. The Book of Ashes open before her. She dipped her pen in ink and wrote slowly: VII. Trust is a lie whispered by corpses. VIII. Fear is the only loyalty without motive. IX. The house must bleed before the world can kneel. Then she closed the book. Stared into the dark. And whispered to the shadows, “Let them come.”

This was one of the places I found my peace. My gaze flickered to the guy in grey suit on the chair beside mine, as he flipped through his bible to find Matthew 26:52. Even after the pastor had gone on to another verse, he didn't seem to be impatient. He continued flipping pages after pages, as slowly as a snail. It was obvious he didn't know Matthew was the first book in the New testament. My lips twitched, itching for a smile. "Marco, Matthew is the first book in the new testament."

Slowly but smoothly, the car pulled into the driveway and parked at a spot which was meant for vehicles which belonged to visitors. The car engine turned off and Maren took a deep breath, trying to contain the massive amount of anxiety she was feeling right now. What if he really was lying? What if they'd never met, and that was just a forged copy of the locket? But why would he lie? Just to get her? Or was he some undercover agent trying to ruin her? More importantly, who exactly was the man in particular? All these questions ran through her mind as she stepped out of the vehicle and headed with calculated steps towards the massive and elegantly designed building.

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

"When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?" Her lips moved, but no words came out. "The real poverty is inside you, not in your bank account. You think the world owes you everything. When you can't have something, you resent the people who do. You hate them and try to destroy them. You think everyone owes you, so you turn the whole world into your enemy. Viola… That's the most pathetic thing about you." Her mouth opened, but she could not speak. Then, she lowered her head, her shoulders shaking

His voice was filled with anguish and bitterness. “No matter how much I messed up in the past, I have never been unfaithful to Bonnie. I have never been with another woman. “You manipulated me with your lies and clouded my judgment until I pushed her away. I hate myself for not seeing through your games sooner!” Casen’s emotions spiraled. “If you hadn’t tricked me into going to Sicily, I could’ve spent a lovely Valentine’s Day with her. If it weren’t for you, Bonnie would still be here!”

“I’m sorry, but please hear me out! “Actually, I’m a fresh graduate! I’m just carrying out my internship! “John found me and asked me to play along with him by paying me a lot of money. I’ve also been forced to…” I was baffled when I heard that. “You actually harmed an old person over such a ridiculous reason!” John saw that his actions were exposed. His eyes flickered, and he started to make up stories. “Peter, Janice, I did this for a reason! “I was forced into doing this! Helen has not been pregnant after a long time. That day, she was in a bad mood when she found out that Gabby was pregnant, so she scolded her and accused Gabby of being my mistress.