روايات وقصص ضمن The Pretty Lies The Ugly Truth

I felt the absence of that hand as strongly as I would have felt a slap. “Nothing,” I said, my amusement crashing as quickly as it had arisen. I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. It was hard to come to terms with the fact that everything I had believed for nearly twenty years was a lie. Worse, I still didn’t have the whole truth. Gloria may have murdered my father, but she wasn’t responsible for the corruption that cost him his career. I needed answers, all of them. I’d never be able to rest until I had them.

I smiled wryly. "We had, but we weren't sure if that was just a rumour or the truth." Drew told me. "I'm sorry to hear that it was the truth." "It's alright." I shrugged. "What happened?" Dan asked, probing further. I pursed my lips, wondering what to tell them. If I lied flat out, I would have to remember what I'd told them to keep the lie consistent. But if I only told them vague details that wasn't quite a lie but not the whole truth either then that would probably be easier.

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

I mumbled. "You don't understand because you never even bothered to tell me the whole truth," she hissed madly as she clung to me. "You said you trust me yet you're still lying even if I'm always with you. You don't trust me at all, Quinn. You don't trust anyone, even yourself." I remained silent at her strong statement. Obviously, I let my sister down. All I did was hide the true form of my pain inside me. The truth hurts so why should I reveal it? Lying is so much better so why is my sister was so disappointed in me right now?

I want her to join from tomorrow," Sanskar said. "Yes, sir,"Daisy said and exited with Swara. "I know there are more beautiful girls than you but not as pure as you. How can someone be so innocent and pure? I know your fucking morals which you won't give up easily but I will love to play with them. Well it might take a lot time to make you mine,but I never back out especially when it's my heart involved. By force or your will,you will definitely be mine, sweetheart," Sanskar muttered to himself. **To Be Continued**

others. To you. We lied because lying was easier than truth. Because false hope was better than honest despair. Because pretending cure existed was preferable to accepting permanent torture. We lied. We knew we lied. We continued lying. Because lying allowed us to continue. To endure. To exist. Without lie, without false hope, without pretended belief... we would have nothing. No reason to continue. No justification for enduring. No purpose for existing. We would have only suffering. Only torture. Only agony. Nothing else. Just pain. Forever. We could not accept that. Could not endure that. Could not exist with that. So we lied. We created false hope. We pretended cure existed. We acted as

“Will you tell me what happened now?” “Hun?!” Avery looked up in shock. She feigned a smile, lying, “I slipped on the floor and hit my head on the bed,” Layla fixed her eyes on Avery, and noticing the look, Avery knew Layla didn’t believe her. “Believe me, Layla, that’s what happened. I am not lying.” “Did I accuse you of lying?” Layla said calmly. She took Avery’s hand and caged it warmly in her hand. “Talk to me, Avery. Tell me the truth.”

"How is it going to pass when someone just woke up one morning and decided to destroy all that I built up with bloody lies, Mum!" She leaned in and wiped away a tear from my cheek. "The truth does not go away just because someone wakes up and tells a lie," she said. "It waits. Waits for the noise to die away so that it can speak again." I sneered bitterly. "That sounds poetic. But it's not the truth that is trending, is it? It's the lies. And my PR team is as useless as the post is. They can't even delete one piece of fake news."

Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village." He tried to lift the blanket to look at me, yet I gripped it tightly. "Please—don't look at me!" Kevin had no choice but to wrap me and the blanket together in his arms. Even when I was living with the poor Larsons, I was well taken care of, with smooth, soft skin. But how could this emaciated woman with hollow eyes staring back at me now possibly be me? "Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!"

Jeri, Sophia, and Aysel gaze fixed on Freya, anticipating her response, as it seems, she was the only one who could make Jeri not back out of this fight. Freya shifted her gaze from one person to another, wondering what to say. “Look, Jeri," Freya began, " I don't know why you're mentioning this again. Haven't we discussed this before?” "Tell me, Freya, why are you finding it difficult to tell me the truth?” "Because, Jeri, the truth will only hurt you more. And I would rather not be the one to cause you that pain." Jeri's determination hardened. "I don't care about the pain. I need to know the truth, Freya."