The Good Liar Book Review 소설 & 이야기

The amber liquid caught the light as he swirled it in the glass. "Do you know what the difference is between a liar and a bad liar, Cedric?" Cedric swallowed. "I'm guessing you're about to tell me." "The bad ones think speed will save them. They rush their words and forget their breath. The good ones…" He looked over his shoulder, his eyes catching the low light like a predator's. "They know when to pause." Cedric forced a breath, trying so hard to put himself together, but it came out shaky anyway. "You got a degree in psychology or something?"

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

He was smiling tenderly, kissing her hair, his eyes brimming with absolute adoration. "See that? Louis is my husband. We've been married for ages. What's left not to believe? If you know what's good for you, get out!" My breathing hitched. I stared fixedly at those sickeningly intimate photos. "That's impossible. He's been my boyfriend for ten years." Flora burst into a fit of mocking laughter. "Look at your pathetic, shabby self. You actually delusionally think you could be his girlfriend? Keep dreaming!"

Chapter three — Playing with fire Seth's Pov The look on Phoebe's face was the same when she realised it was me reading her letter. It refused to leave my head. Those wide blue eyes, the way her cheeks flushed bright red—almost matching the color of her embarrassment. She looked like she wanted the ground to open and swallow her. Pathetic and strangely…. entertaining. I thought she was just another quiet, boring girl, who followed Conrad around like a lost puppy. But after reading what she wrote? Fuck. This girl had a filthy mouth behind that innocent face.

"Kaia Keene, first you refuse to do your good deeds, and now you're making up lies." "I'm not lying! I ran out of money and got a part-time job. I met this old woman, and she wants me to give her a grandson—" I rushed to explain, desperate to make her believe me. She cut me off. "Then have the baby. Give them a healthy boy, and I'll count it as ten years' worth of good deeds. You won't have to worry about your daily good deed anymore." The call disconnected. I stared at the phone, stunned.

"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

I took another step, not taking my eyes off him, but felt the wall behind me, I could feel my heart pounding. Boo cornered me with his hands against the wall at either side of my head. I looked up to meet his eyes and he said "You're such a bad liar, you know that? I was telling you the truth, Lu. Besides, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have spent all that money paying off all those tabloids, now would I?" I nodded, speechless from the way his aura still beguiled me and laughing at myself for thinking Boo wanted to hurt me. Deep down somehow I knew he was a good guy.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

That she had been lying, spying, playing him? God help her. God help them both. ‘Maybe I should fake my own death now,’ she thought wildly. ‘It worked for Shakespeare. I'm an author afterall.’ She shook the thought away, stabbing a piece of pancake with unnecessary violence. The meal dragged on, full of polite small talk so brittle it could have snapped if someone breathed wrong. They were all good at this: pretending. Professional liars, all three of them. Stefano eventually leaned back, wiping his hands with a cloth. "There’s a reason I wanted you both here," he said, looking between them.

“Yes.” But her voice shook, Because she wasn’t sure anymore. The Author stepped forward. In its hands: a closed book. Her real story. Not the one she’d rewritten. Not the one she bled into. This one was untouched. Complete. And sealed. If opened, it would end everything. It was the version where Kael never came back. Where Liolai didn’t survive the rupture. Where Liora died on the battlefield of a fate she never asked for. The Author extended the book to her, A quiet, final offer. No violence Just relief. From grief, From guilt. From carrying so much story alone.