The Lover And His Liar Cast Novels & Stories

“You used me, didn’t you?” He laughed coldly. “Stop acting shocked. You wanted my name as much as I wanted your connections. Don’t rewrite history, Clarissa.” I smashed the frame on the floor, my voice breaking. “I wanted love, Liam! I wanted you. But all I got was an empty house and a husband who barely looks at me unless it’s about business.” He sneered. “Then lower your expectations. Love is for fools. Power lasts.” The memory burned as I spoke to Mia. “He said love is for fools, Mia. Can you imagine hearing that from your husband?”

Lie… A small voice says inside of me, not from my mind though, but from my heart… I want him to tell me he didn’t hurt me, that this was all a big misunderstanding, and that what we had in those pictures and messages was as true as I felt it to be, I want to think that I was, and still am, loved. Not that I could be blamed, for who in the hell wants to think that they have been violated by their lover? Lover?! is that what he was? is that what we were to each other? Lovers?

I replied with a fake chuckle. "Dreams do come true, " He says. "What problem you have with me?" I asked him. "Ohh, don't you recall how you thug me?" He asks back. "I was broke that time but if you want I can pay you for my old dirty deeds, " He laughed at me. "Money isn't everything I want, Kid, but Eleanor has told me how you are fooling her sister Elina currently the girlfriend of the firstborn child of Vincent, " He said. "It's my matter so it would be better for you to stay out of it, " He chuckled.

I don't think either of us doubted Em when he told her that he didn't care if the kid was his or not, but of course it was a relief for everyone when the test came back a positive match. I've been wondering for years what Rose saw in him, as I never thought that a woman of her intellect and snide tongue would ever be happy with such a big, goofy teddy bear, but of course there's more to him than his easy way and linebacker build. Evident sexual compatibility aside, he's one thing above everything else – loyal. I don't think Rose will ever have reason to doubt his undying love and devotion for her, and I'm sure they'll stick together till the bitter end, come what may. I wish I could

These questions consumed Thomas, igniting an insatiable curiosity within him to uncover the truth. Doubt laced Asher's response as he confronted Damon's proclamation of love. The disbelief etched on his face mirrored the skepticism that lingered in his voice. "Love her? I find that hard to believe, Damon. Your actions have never shown any sign of genuine love for her. You never fought for her, never made an effort to reveal the truth, and when she needed you the most, you were nowhere to be found. You left her shattered and heartbroken, positioning yourself as nothing more than the villain in her tumultuous life," Asher retorted, his eyes ablaze with fiery anger.

He told them and intended to leave the room. "That's it? That's all you had to say, and I thought you were going to kill me," Angel said he turned and looked at me with a devilish smile on his face. "I can't say that this idea didn't cross my mind but sometimes you have to change plans," he said and winked at her. "Make yourself at home my love," he said and walked out of the room. "I'm not your lover, and I never will be," Angel said loudly.

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

He'd hold me and whisper, "Don't worry, babe. I've got you." Now the same words were for Morgan, the irony excruciating. Love, it seemed, could be faked. After comforting her, he demanded, "What happened?" "It's those haters I told you about," Morgan sniffled. "They accused me of selling fakes, refused to pay up, and caused a scene, ruining our business. The sick one faked an illness to scam us, then actually died. The other one went crazy and tried to kill me." She wiped her fake tears and added, "Look at my neck. If it weren't for the team, you'd have lost me."

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a stranger? And now this…" I hid my face in my hands. "I can't believe this occurred." He turned to the door. "You thought it enough to cry in my arms last night." It rendered me speechless. "I've seen your type before," he continued. "The sulky, miserable ones. The dead-eyed, smile-through-it ones. You play-act until play-acting is all you're ever any good at." He pushed open the door and glanced over his shoulder at me once, smiled. Not warmly. Just

He said I was still so young and had a lot to experience, it was true he was wiser beyond his years, he had been a vampire for over a century after all. But in the end there was no choosing when it came to having a mate, there wasn’t anyone else I wanted. And besides it would be just too painful for the both of us if we kept ourselves separate for any longer than we already had. So as soon as I had my twentieth birthday, I sniffed him out and found him again. We both still couldn’t truly believe a vampire and werewolf had been destined to protect and love each other for eternity. This was just so unheard of and absolutely forbidden.