The Pale Faced Lie Novels & Stories

He was looking at her arm. She looked down and saw it was all red. She gasped. She had finally been exposed. Her arm was bleeding afresh, her silk gloves too were discoloured. She looked up at everyone. They were all playing blind, except the journalist who had his mouth hanging open. “You have been lying?” He said, pulling his camera close to himself.. She looked at him speechless. He looked like one of those honest people that the world had not yet corrupted. He did not believe anyone could lie, because he did not lie.

“Then we answer. If we go quiet they will say the Faceless Alpha hid behind a plus size girl and a broken window.” “You want a video.” “I want a slap they cannot unsee.” His eyes dropped to my throat, to the mark he had put there, then lower, like he could see through the skirt to what he had told me not to clean. “Then you oil me again,” he said. “On camera. Same shadows. Same lie about my face. This time you do not shake like the first shoot.” “I did not shake.” “You did. I liked it.” “You are disgusting.” “You still have me on your skin. Do not preach.”

After a difficult labor took the life of my first son, I spent another three years undergoing IVF before finally giving my husband, Caspian Wyndham, a daughter. Unable to resist, I sent Caspian a photo of our daughter while he was still on his way back to us. But I had barely put down my phone when a livestream notification popped up. "Teaching My Fellow Girls How to Become Mothers Pain-Free, Live!" The blogger never showed her face, but her voice was unnaturally gleeful. "Six years ago, I personally created a new identity for my boyfriend and sent him off to save a depressed heiress. "Once they got fake-married and had a son, we planned to stage complications during labor, then have

I hated how put together he looked while clearly lying through his teeth. “Do you not get tired of lying?” I biased angrily. “No, because I’m speaking the truth,” he argued with a straight face. “Really? So, if I offered you some of my blood now you'd turn it down?” I asked in a daring tone, taking note of how his eyes widened slightly. “Yeah, I would, because like I said earlier, I’m no longer interested in that,” he fought to keep on a brave face. I laughed, long and hard at how foolish he thought I was before shooting my claws out and pointing one at my neck. On the very spot that he always loved to dig his fangs into first, and I noticed how he shifted uncomfortably beside me after lying

Beth said, the absurdity of her words well concealed by her sincere delivery. Pam's vision had once again strayed to Ron's penis, but she was mostly listening, and upon hearing her name, quickly refocused back to Beth's face. "Ah, yes, we know this is just a necessary task." Pam could feel the moistness between her legs and the aching firmness of her nipples testifying as to her lie.

My face must have been a puzzle of confusion, doubt, and a little hope, because she hastened to add, “Hear me out, okay? First, he doesn’t look like he’s been anywhere near a tropical sun. Not a tan line or a sunburn in sight.” I thought about it, my mind going back to Logan’s complexion. She was right; he was as pale as I remembered. Not sickly pale, but certainly not the complexion of a man who had been laying on the beach for days on end. “Okay, go on.” “Second, when he talked about other women being ‘hot,’ did you notice how he kept shifting his eyes? Like he was nervous or something?” “No,” I admitted. “I was too busy feeling… well, never mind what I was feeling. So, you’re saying he’s

He left the room, careful, like he was trying not to wake something. I watched him go and felt nothing. My heart was already dead. He'd put the arrogance down too late. At the press conference, the flashes were blinding. Vivian's fake diploma. Vivian's workplace abuse. Piece by piece, in front of every camera in the room. A thick file. Clean, methodical. And the videos. With audio. You could hear the cigarette hissing as it pressed into skin. The reporters were sharks scenting blood. They came at me with every question.

"Don't lie to me. You’ve been pale. You're barely eating. Is something wrong? Did something happen that I should know about?" Elena felt the pressure building in her throat. She couldn't tell her the truth. She couldn't say ‘I fell in love with a boy who lives in a world you despise and he broke my heart and now I feel like I'm dying.’ "It’s nothing like that," Elena said, forcing a small, weary laugh. She leaned into the lie, clutching it like a shield. "I just... I have really bad period cramps. They’ve been hitting me all day. I’m just drained."

His face was cold as he demanded. I just have to lie like the last time. Simple as ABC. "I wanted to strip as usual" "Okay..." He paused and I watched him gulp in. Without warning, he pulled down my white shorts(His actually) leaving my bare ass to face the ceiling although I had my panties on. The morning breeze spanked my bare flesh without pity and I almost moaned. Refreshing. "Are you lying to me?" Mr Pompous asked harshly and I could see the darkness growing around his eyes.

The disbelief must have shown on my face because something dark flashed behind his eyes. "There it is." My stomach dropped. "What?" "That look." He laughed once. Humorless. Cruel. "The look people get when they're deciding which lie to tell." I felt something inside me snap. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough. Enough to hurt. Enough to exhaust me. Enough to make me stop trying. "No." The lie came quietly. Firmly. Without hesitation. "No, Kael." For a moment neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke.