The Good Liar Book Review Novels & Stories

You have to be loyal to your pack, your family, and your mate - anyone who's related to you, and that explains the reason why she went from the normal to the happy-go-lucky type of people when met. Of course, that would be logical if only she was telling the truth. My mind is sort of being careful, while my heart wants to trust her no matter what. I decided to listen to both, I will trust her but not trust her. I mean, I don't want to have the same experience of being fooled by people you trusted. I trusted Earl, yet he made me leave in a sweet lie that has nothing to do with reality. The worst about the whole thing is that I don't even know if his feelings toward me were true, especially af

I had no idea how much he liked my story. “Something that I find interesting,” Liam mused, “is the fact that the main character, who is obviously a nice, kind person, has parents who are complete jerks. Then you have the sweet couple that the main character wishes were her parents, who have a spoiled, selfish brat for a daughter. Talk about juxtaposition!” “I haven’t read it for over ten years,” John said, “but I can still remember it vividly. It would be interesting to read it again, to see if it’s as good as I remember.”

Like poison. I knew deep down that she was lying about at least some of what she told me. But was any of what she said true? So much of what she said answered questions that I had. Was she such a good storyteller that she could identify questions that I never asked and answer them with stories that were 100% lies? Was anyone that good? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I trusted Leo. And I felt safe with him. And I loved him. Goddess, did I love him.

Liviana was a liar. She was a good liar- she lied for good reasons; for safety and peace of mind. Fibs is what she called them, minimizing the act of deception by telling herself that it wasn't with any ill intent. She wasn't a horrible person or untrustworthy- she was smart. She was careful. And she only did what was necessary for her survival. She told little white lies, which, in comparison to the lies her parents told- waving them like a red flag as they dared the world to call them out, was nothing. Compared to the rest of her family, Liviana Castelli was a saint.

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

“I’m just a petty thief. I saw a rich woman walking alone and thought she would be easy to rob.” I stared at him quietly for a moment, then I sighed. I turned away from him and slipped my hands into my pockets as I began pacing slowly across the room. Another thing I was very good at was reading people. And this man? He was lying. I hated being lied to. I stopped walking and looked at him again. “You know,” I said slowly, “I admire the loyalty.” The man didn’t respond. “But loyalty only works when the person you are protecting can protect you back.”

“Massimo, I was trying to do something for the cooperative last year and I tried to apply. I was given an opportunity to work for the Governor and you wouldn’t believe what I discovered. I had no idea you would be his enemy or maybe his foe. You have to listen to me Massi, I would never lie to you. He’s going to give you a call right now…” I listened to him attentively. I couldn’t believe him at all. It was a very difficult moment. I was only trying to eb as rational as I could. The last time something of this nature occurred, I was actually robbed on the highway. I needed to be sure that he was the one who called, he needed to come on live cam so I’d be able to see his life. “Luka, I just d

“Yes. I was worried about you, but, well, I am not anymore; you seemed to be more than fine.” “That’s not why you are mad, is it?” “My book. You said if…” “I lied.” “You know what, you can keep it; you don’t seem like much of a reader; you will return it soon.” I said, picking up another book, he stole it from my hands once again. “I don’t think it’s right for a soldier to be this close to the Chosen.” “Would you prefer me to stand by the door?” “Yes.” “Liar,” he said, a smile curling on his lips. For a moment, I just watched him, then Julia’s words hit me, and I snapped out of it. “Answer, and I’ll return your books.”

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…"

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.”