The Little Liar: A Novel Novels & Stories

" angry with the author's stupid dog shit novel; she hurriedly opened her keyboard and typed in " THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NONSENSICAL NOVEL , F*CK YOU AUTHOR!" But cursing the author once wasn't enough for her so she repeatedly cursed the novel and the author . The Fl was putiful but so was Chelsea under WHAT premises was Lilian allowed to have a HE but Chelsea was given a BE? " Iliana! We will be late for Mrs Sushma's hindi lecture " " I'm coming Rohini " Iliana shouted to her best friend and rushed out from her room but as soon as she stood up her head started to feel dizzy .

“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.

“Little Lion! You are a big liar!“ he shouted. Little Lion, who barely talked to anyone, looked at him in confusion. He was a young man who was mature for his age. He didn't like causing any trouble for anyone. “What do you mean?“ Some of the other classmates began asking. They wanted to know what Little Lion had lied about. “That man who picked him up the other day with a sports car is not his dad. His name is President Xin. My dad knows him and said that he does not have any children. He is not even married.“

“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.” I held his gaze, trying to find the lie. There wasn’t one. “You think this is enough to bring them down?” “With you? Yes,” he said simply. “You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch when the truth gets ugly.” I looked down at the ledger again. The names in it were rot disguised as law, corruption dressed up in uniforms and robes. This wasn’t just evidence. It was a warhead. “If I take this,” I said, voice low, “you and I—”

“Lamp my ass.” “That's the truth.” Nikolai reached for my wrist, pulling me outside until we were at the entrance of his room. He flung me inside and pointed at the electrical socket, then at the lamp that had been packaged on the table, burnt and black. “I knew you would need evidence.” “You're lying,” I shook my head as I stared at the lamp, “you're lying to me.” “One thing about perpetual liars is they think everyone is like them. The evidence is right there and you still don't believe it,” Nikolai shook his head, “that only points at your ability to fake evidence.”

He tore the documents to shreds and dropped to knees, imploring, "Honey, I swear I didn't know your mom had cancer! I didn't know you were pregnant! I never meant for any of this to happen! Please, I'm begging you—just give me another chance!" I brushed the tears off my face and snapped, "Then, tell me. How do you make 20,000 a month but only give me 2000? And where did you get the money to buy Yvette a house?" Anxiety flashed in his eyes. "Yvie and I grew up together," he replied, nervously fumbling for an excuse. "She got divorced and had nowhere to go. I couldn't just abandon her! "Besides, I had lied about my salary at first because I was saving up for our future child!"

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

He said, that made me think. I’ve always heard about this Micro Society, that it is where the game Date a Liar takes course but I never knew what’s inside. This truly catches my attention so I freely lend my ear to him and silenced myself from having internal thoughts. “You see, the fact that our country is floating in the atmosphere, developing a small society is not impossible anymore, even the development of a device that can be used as a head gear to enter other realities has been perfected.” He started and the long, thick red blind on his back separated on the middle and revealed a huge screen.

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 released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy