The Good Liar Book Review Novels & Stories

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?

Ruby gave me a pitiful look, like I was somehow the reason she had been poisoned. "It's fine," I said before anyone else could speak. "You can take the front. I'll sit in the back." The whole ride, Ruby cheerfully chattered about food, travel spots, and fun things she wanted to do. Her energy was high, and her skin was glowing. She didn't look sick at all. Meanwhile, I was the one who was truly dying. My organs were already shutting down from advanced Wolf Dissolution Disorder. If I hadn't taken a whole bottle of painkillers before we left, I wouldn't have even made it out the door.

“Why aren’t you out there with Rip and Becky? He told me how much she means to you.” I swallowed hard. “I didn’t want to interrupt them.” “Hmm. None of them would find your presence an intrusion. Can I give you a word of advice, Naomi?” he inquired. “Umm, sure…” He was quiet for a long moment before turning toward me and meeting my eyes. “People can be very good liars, Naomi, but eventually they all get caught.” He tilted his head as his gaze bore into mine. “But other people, good people, can get caught up in those lies, and it can destroy the very things that the good people try to protect.”

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.

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

“This world is nothing but liars.” Dante slid his arm around her waist, his lips brushing her hair. “Then let’s be the best liars of them all.” Their eyes lingered on their daughter, the wolf and his queen watching their heir sleep, their reign carved in blood, their future balanced on lies. For now, it was enough.

he cut me off as he ranted uncontrollably. "No, Devin didn't say anything to me," My breath was shaky. "Why are you bringing him up? What's your relationship with him?" "There is no relationship," Liam didn't hesitate to answer as his voice rose. "That guy is a prick. I know a prick when I see one." "Devin is a good person. I've only talked to him once." "How could you tell he's a good person when you just met him once? You should stay away from him if you ever see him. Don't see him at all. That guy screams trouble."

I said with confidence. He smiled and said, “you didn’t steal the car—you stole something else,” Then, he leaned in, his breath against my skin. Hot. He whispered, “my heart,” My lips parted, but no words came out. His heart? He moved back and saw my cold, irritated expression. “That was supposed to be a joke,” he said and he faked a cough. I kept my face still, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. “I didn’t know even the devil made jokes,” I said and he didn’t seem to appreciate it. Before he could respond, Alex—his bodyguard—appeared.

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.”

I saw it online before I saw it in print and I sat at the kitchen table and read it from the first page to the last, and when I finished, I closed the laptop and sat in silence for a long time. It was well written. That was the thing hardest to explain to people later, that the worst thing about it was not that it contained lies but that it wasn’t exactly lies. It took the actual things, the actual things, and arranged them in a sequence and a light so perfect that all that came after looked like performance, all but Caelum’s history. Like strategy. Like a man who had discovered that redemption made for a far more lucrative public role than crime and had built one to fit.