The Good Liar Book Novels & Stories

But she needed answers. --- The following morning, when Ethan was out gathering firewood, Lena took the opportunity to nose around the cabin. It was rustic but comfortable, with modern amenities blended in very unobtrusively with the natural surroundings. In the study, she encountered a bookshelf containing novels and travel books. Among them, there was a book that stood out: The Art of Deception. It did not match the other books. She became interested and pulled out the book from the bookshelf. Leafing through the book, she let a piece of crumpled paper fall out, wafting towards the floor.

No matter what others thought, he had always defended me, trusted me without question. Now, he doubted me and raised his voice for Vivian and Sean. All I had for him was complete despair. Seeing my expression change, he quickly softened his tone. "Lia, I'm not blaming you. The boy is missing, and everyone's worried. If you know where he is, just tell us." I straightened and replied coldly, "I don't know. Don't ask me. Go to the police." Rudolf still did not believe me, difficulty all over his expression. "Lia…"

“Are you pretending to be foolish right now, Aria? No seriously, do you need a third party to let you know he and his friends are criminals?” I folded my arm below my bossom and looked anywhere else but at him. I don’t care if they were criminals or not… They weren’t my friends and definitely not my business. “That man just released a murderer into society.” “Not my business,” I shrugged my shoulder, still not looking at him. “Be careful, Aria; Liam is not all gentle as he looks. He is a lawyer who creates another believable story that matches every available piece of evidence and presents it to the court; he is a manipulative man.”

That one book is probably a love story too and he's borrowing it for someone. That person might be really important to him. . . "I-I know one of his books." I pressed my lips together, gathering myself to tell a lie. "'The Choice', it was really a good one, have you read that too?" "Oh! I know that! I read that last year. I was so happy with the ending. Travis and Gabby, they deserved it. " "Hmm." That's the only thing I could respond to her because I don't have a damn single idea about what the book is about, but then again, it was about love.

Paintings she'd seen in museums. He closed the door. Poured himself a drink. Didn't offer her one. She was pregnant. "I know what you're thinking," he said. "Do you?" "You're thinking I'm a criminal. A bad person. Someone you shouldn't be with." "Are you?" "Yes." No hesitation. "I run guns. I move drugs. I help people disappear when they need to. I hurt people who cross me. I've killed people who threatened what's mine." He took a drink. "I'm not a good man, Lia. I never pretended to be."

“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.

He slipped into the hallway without picking up his bag at first, then doubled back, grabbed it, and vanished again. Elijah waited a full minute before following. Outside, rain misted across the streetlights. Jaxon leaned against the stone arch of the church, lighting a cigarette with cupped hands. The flame illuminated the tension in his jaw. Elijah stepped closer. “You spoke tonight,” he said. Jaxon blew out smoke in a slow ribbon. “Do not sound so shocked,” he said. “I talk when I feel like talking.” “You lied to get into this group.” “I tell the truth in the wrong way,” Jaxon answered. “People assume it is a lie.”

This jerk. His smile widened at the sight of her. “You never failed to amuse me, woman. A beautiful liar, that's what you are,” “Why do you keep telling me that I’m lying?” "You just told me you wanted to take everything slowly, didn't you? Yet, here you are stripping right before me. Can't you get any more inconsistent?”

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

“Everyone assumed the safe was emptied by his lawyer. But I got there first.” “Why didn’t you burn it?” “I was going to,” he said. “But then you started showing up in places that made it clear you were too close. Too vulnerable. And too alone.” He stepped forward. “So I kept it. For leverage. Or insurance. And now…” He trailed off. “Now?” “Now I’m giving it to you.” I narrowed my eyes. “Out of the goodness of your heart?” He actually laughed short and sharp. “No. Because I’m tired. Because the people in that book would kill us both to keep their secrets. And because, believe it or not, I’m not interested in dying in a gutter while someone like Rowen keeps his pension.”