The Little Liar: A Novel Novels & Stories

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

“Since you’re already going, how about I tell you a little secret?” She smiled and leaned close to my ear. “That cornea of yours... was actually given to me.” My fingers froze in place, and Joanna looked even more smug. “Surprised? Your husband and son teamed up to deceive you, all for me.” “To be honest, Laura, if I ended up like you, I’d have bashed my own head in already.” She tore open my deepest wound without mercy, and though I remained expressionless, my fingers were digging into my palm.

I wanna kill him! Napamaaang si Nayla sa narinig. Natutuop niya pa ang bibig dahil sa hindi rin siya makapaniwala sa impormasyon na isinawalat ni Zykiel. Mapakla akong napangiti. Twenty-nine years akong nabuhay sa kasinungalingan. Napaisip ako. Ano kaya ang nasa isipan nila noong mga panahong lugmok na lugmok ako sa kalungkutan at sa pangungulila ko sa mga magulang ko? Pinagtatawanan kaya nila ako? Siguro...kasi galit sila sa'kin eh at saka hindi naman pala nila ako tunay na kadugo! Kung tutuusin ay sampid lang ako sa pamilya nila! Nakiki-apilyedo lang!

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.

“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.

Yet a little voice in her head whispered to her. Liar.

The floor was sparkly and the books were neatly arranged, but I could feel the dust beneath the shelf as I ran my right hand on the smooth wood. Twice in a day. Same straightforward question, the same tight-lipped response. Like Camille, had something sinister happened to the rest of the family? Was Salvatore… dead?. Why won't anyone tell me anything? What was the family hiding?! I swept through the books, not the new ones, but the old ones kept away on a special-looking shelf. Most of them were about the Axtons, history, journals, and keep stakes from their previous lives in the mafia world. I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch.

Samara gives her the finger as she greedily hooks into her own chocolate thick shake. We spend most of lunch listening to Kiarra's funny stories. She met a few people that were staying in the same hotel and went out partying with them, which apparently was the wildest night of her life. She had us in a fit of laughter as she explained how she ended up naked in the back of a van with some guy named Billy, due to a card game gone wrong. I shake my head at her as I wipe my eyes. She isn't one to be that crazy, which makes it even funnier.