The Pale Faced Lie Novels & Stories

"There was a man with a skeletal face, and he had a blonde girl with blue eyes standing beside him. He said that he was going to make sure that my family paid before I woke up. " I felt a chill run up my spine as Chloe spoke. A man with a skeletal face and a blonde? Where in the world would she even see anyone similar to that? "Did they say anything else?" I asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Nuh uh." Chloe responded, shaking her head so her curls bounced around her shoulders. "Don’t think much of it. Dreams are just that, dreams. That can’t hurt us. " I said, giving a gentle squeeze. "Now, how about I make you and the others some pancakes?"

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

My voice echoed louder than I had intended. No response. I moved faster, reaching her office and pushing the door open. And then I saw her. She was lying on the floor, her body curled slightly to one side, her glasses a short distance away from her hand. Something in me dropped. “Aria…” I rushed forward, kneeling beside her, my hands hovering for a second before I gently turned her. Her skin felt cold. Too cold. Her face had lost its usual color, and for a brief second, panic hit me harder than anything else that night.

“But on a more serious note, appearances are everything, Rachel. Don’t forget what families we come from. You may be signing contracts, but the world will judge based on smiles and handshakes, not clauses.” I stirred my coffee, trying to appear unfazed. “And you? Will you be charming and polite, or are you planning to amuse yourself with awkward public affection?” He leaned forward, his gaze sharp, piercing. “I think I'll let you see for yourself. Afterall, you're a smart woman.” My stomach did a slow, twisting flip. I hated how much that thrill delighted me. We sipped our coffee in awkward silence, punctuated only by the flip of Damian's papers. I can't go on like this.

She knocked on the door, and when he heard no answer, frowned. Regina opened the door to find Felix sitting on the sofa in a dark living room. Felix was unemotional as he looked at Regina, “I have been living with a lie,” he said slowly. Regina’s eyebrows dipped in confusion, “What?” Felix handed her a few pieces of newspaper. It was an article from the New York Times. A Mask of Lies, the title screamed. A blurry photo of her was pasted on the front page. Oh no. . TBC ~please leave a gem~

Holy goddess, this is a scandal! “Who the hell is she for Alpha Reagan to believe she’s innocent? To ask an elderly servant to kneel down and apologize to her?” I feel a heated stare at the back of my neck. Their half truths keep filling my ears and I know I should turn around and leave before the worst happens, but my feet are not cooperating with my brain. They seem to be glued to the floor and I'm unmovable. I look at their faces and they cast me horrible glares as they keep spewing more lies about what happened between the Alpha and I. The world starts spinning. My lungs are shrinking, making it impossible for air to reach my blood and in less than no time, I'm as pale as a blank A4 shee

Wiping my mouth with the end of the sleeve, I gazed back at the scenery infront me only too directly make an intense eye contact with Fulvio whose eyes held confusion, disgust and somewhat concern? ‘Its all lies. The things you see is lies. Trust us and

“Please, you have to listen—” Leo snapped, his patience gone. He grabbed a knife from the nearby table and pressed the edge under the man’s chin. “We’ve already listened. Your story hasn’t changed, and it’s not convincing anyone.” The man let out a sob that made the back of my neck prickle. I could tell when someone was lying. Fear had a rhythm, one you could hear in their heartbeat. He was too fast—but not the erratic pace of deceit. It was the kind that came from confusion.

The conversation drifted, voices dropping an octave as the exhaustion turned into that easy, liquid warmth that only comes at the end of a long day and the start of a good bottle. Leona leaned into the candlelight, her eyes gleaming with the kind of mischief that usually preceded a disaster. “We need to talk about the leather jacket guy,” she said, prodding my arm. “The one who asked if the villain’s habit of gaslighting everyone was… personal.” A spray of Pinot Noir nearly hit the tablecloth as I coughed. “I gave him a very professional, very firm ‘no’ with every fiber of my being.” Liza’s laugh was a sharp bark that had her sliding dangerously close to the edge of the velvet seat. “You lie

"Liana, be smart. Hand over the money as a breakup fee. At least keep some dignity." I looked at the ugly expressions filling the room and suddenly laughed. I pulled out a gold card. "There’s a million in here. It was meant to be your New Year's gift." "A million dollars?" Diana’s eyes widened, then she burst into laughter. "Oh, please. What is it, fake money? If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable!" Drake sneered. "Someone like you struggles to come up with $100,000, and now you’re saying you've got a million? Do you think I’m stupid?"