Novel & Cerita The Little Liar Goodreads

Although he didn't go to school, he is intelligent enough to recognize words when he sees them, and he knows how to read fluently. "Uhm... Really? But I saw the book there," she asks nervously and bites the inner part of her bottom lip. She has just messed everything up. She's not a good liar. "That was what I heard. Anyway, what happened in the book? You're making me get more curious," Zoey questions further.

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…"

Milan lowered her gaze to Roma, who was now attempting to climb onto her grandfather's lap while demanding another game. All this little girl knows is detective games. The thought made Milan smile. After the endless court cases ended, and she returned to New York, Roma had become fascinated with investigations. Every missing toy became a mystery. Every misplaced sock turned into a criminal case. She spent her afternoons searching for imaginary clues and interrogating innocent family and friends with surprising determination. “Grandpa,” Roma announced seriously, placing her hands on her hips, “you're the number one suspect.” Milan’s father looked horrified.

“Watch your mouth.” Seeing how she refused to let go, I thought for a moment, then spoke calmly, “Wasn’t me going abroad exactly what you wanted? You pretended to be bullied so I’d take the humiliation and the beatings for you—what, your goal was achieved and you’re still unhappy?” All the color drained instantly from Lena’s face. Her eyes widened, her pale lips trembling nonstop. “You—you knew... everything... Harry, I can explain... I—” I shrugged. “But I don’t accept explanations.”

He reached out, plucked the book from my hands, and tossed it aside. “Hey!” “You weren’t reading it,” he said bluntly. “I was…” “Don’t lie. You’re horrible at it. It’s embarrassing to watch.” I sat up a little. “I’m amazing at lying. That's one of my top three skills.” “And yet you failed just now.” I stared at him. He stared back. Then he grinned. A small, dangerous kind that made my stomach twist. “What?” I asked warily. “Come here.” “No.”

“The story you’re going to tell Ray isn’t good enough yet. He’s not a fool, and you know that. ‘Pregnancy hormones’ won’t cut it. You’ll say it’s mental exhaustion, the aftereffects of trauma from my kidnapping. That’s the narrative he’ll believe—clean and simple.” ‘You’re surprisingly smart, dummy head,’ Lilly’s voice echoed in her mind. ‘I’m always smart, body thief,’ Lia bragged, inwardly smirking. ‘Yeah, right. You’re only smart because my twin created you,’ Lilly teased. Dr. Harris glanced at her oddly but said nothing, his hands trembling as he nodded quickly. “Yes, of course. Mental exhaustion. Trauma. That makes sense.” “Good,” Lia said, her smile widening into something both sweet a

“In my eyes, you look just like my mother.” He pulls away, the gun still clasped in his hand. When he rolls it between his fingers, I realize it’s not a real gun. It’s a toy gun, loaded with paint. What the hell!? This is all an act? My eyes dart to the man on the floor, and all I see is just paint smeared all over his face. Now, he’s grunting, propping up on the floor. “You have her smile, sweetpie. And you like to read just like her, except that she reads the weirdest books ever…” Liam drones on with a dreamy smile on his face. “Books like, how to be a better clan whore, you know, things about sex and prostitution.”

His captor didn’t even bother putting him down gently and decided to just throw him like a sack of rice. Jay took note of that childish-looking guy who, as shocking as it may be, was responsible for throwing him off the ground. He had that innocent smile plastered across his face and even dared to wave after making eye contact with him. You should never judge a book by its cover. Who says this is a boy? He didn’t even look bothered at all after carrying his body around! Although Jay's not that tall and doesn't have that many muscles, he's way bigger than this person, who looked like a high schooler!

On the day my parents file for bankruptcy, my adopted brother and fake heir, Oliver Bilson, is also diagnosed with leukemia. To earn enough money to pay his medical bills, I brave the snow and winds and continue working even on New Year's Eve. When I hand over the food delivery to the scion, Charlie Jetton, he suddenly knocks the cake over. "Why weren't you more careful when making the delivery?" he demands. "Don't you know that Mr. Bilson spent a million dollars to specifically order this cake for Olly?" I'm about to make a retort when I hear three voices that I'm intimately familiar with coming from within the warm villa. "It's okay. It's the thought that counts, Mom and Dad." The vo

"Well, let me tell you, at the last party, I reckon he was looking at me. Like, really looking at me. He probably realised I can give him what he wants." I feel my fists ball at my sides at her blatant lie. I know she tried to get with him, but she's twisting it around to make him look like the bad guy. I feel my nails cutting into my skin. "That's it," I hear Kiarra snap as she strides forward and I quickly run to catch up with her. Samara's face shows shock as Kiarra walks towards her.