The Good Liar Book Novels & Stories

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

A man whose words could cut, whose smile could soothe, and whose existence felt like danger wrapped in charisma. He was bad news. I knew that the very first day we met. And yet—when he told the general that day that he didn’t touch her, I believed him. Even now, knowing who he’d meant when he said her, I still believed him. Strange, isn’t it? To believe a liar? Only fools do that.

So, how am I still fucking alive? I spit out the blood from my mouth. “You are crossing the line…” he snarled. He’s still going with his lies. I can really see that he had already convinced himself in the lies he had created. “I—I know the truth…” He arched his eyebrows in confusion. Look at him acting all innocent. No wonder why I fell for his lies for three years. He is so good at lying that I really believed I had found my mate. “I—I know that I am not your true mate.”

He went straight to his friend's condo when he found out about her absence. The three of them turned around when they heard Erika call Lixue. The three of them looked at each other after that. They walked to approach Erika. She looked at them when they stopped in front of her. "Why?" Lixue said to Erika. She said she was doing something and their bodyguard would pick her up. "I can't get the other languages in this book. I searched on G****e. I can only read a limited amount," Erika said, pointing to what she was reading. When she saw that she pretended not to read anything but was blank.

Perhaps somebody had told her about the dangers in this neighbourhood. “Why do you seem so scared?” “My landlady told me to be clear of buff guys with tattoos.” She pointed at my hand with a tight lip. “She told me about this big bad wolf that prowls in the area.” The irony in her words made me smirk. “And somehow, my instincts tell me you’re the one. Or one of them, depending on how many there are.” “There’s always only one big bad wolf. The others are just bad wolves.” “Yeah. One alpha and shit like that.”

I added. Jimmy smiles, “I admire you for your honesty and bravery Lindy. What else can you say to those people who are in control?” “Well they’ve finally created a perfect and stunning worldwide famous billion dollar liar with a ruined human being inside of him. All these freaking lies for fame." I smiled calmly. “Allof the people trying to scrutinize someone else’s reputation and name should be ashamed of themselves. I can't believe you can easily take away somebody else's happiness." I bluntly said every word with all anger in me.

He looked at me like he is waiting for something. Oh a reply. I purposely don't want to answer him, so I stared back at him looking lost. "Shey you no hear wetin I talk ni!!!?" He shouted this time,making me secretly roll my eyes at him. "I didn't hear what you said" I lied.I wanted him to repeat himself. He should be there calling someone 'young lad'. He doesn't even know what I have gone through in this life that he is calling me a young lad. A whole me.

Not long. She watched his face as he read. He didn't react. But he didn't close the notebook either. When he finished, he set it on the table. Turned back to his book. “Well?” she said. “It's fine.” “Fine.” “Fine.” She kissed the edge of his hair. “You're a terrible liar.” “I'm not lying.” “You just called a piece of writing about you ‘fine.’” He turned a page. “It was about a man who didn't know how to stay. You made him sound less broken than he was.”

"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

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”