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Lucas stopped eating and she watched as his expression darkened “There's no valid reason for you to go back to work when you can get whatever you need with just a snap of your fingers” “Lucas, you understand quite well that's not why I want to continue working”, she stared at him tensed “I love my job and you know it” “You can't go back to work, I can't allow what happened before to happen again, can't tolerate another pervert boss assaulting you again and besides I bought your writing firm” he stated nonchalantly “You did what?!”, her voice sounded pissed as she faced him squarely ignoring the buzzing incoming messages on her phone “You don't own me, Lucas, and just simply because you have

I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but who was he to detect what I was up to since he wasn’t telepathic?.

" I froze. I'd never heard anything like that before. "You're lying! My mom would never do that!" Connor's grip tightened like he wanted to crush my jaw. "It's all in my mother's journal, clear as day. Your mom was a filthy homewrecker." Tears welled up from the pain. I used all my strength to slap him. "You're lying! She's not like that! She's not!" Connor let out a mocking laugh. "Lying in that hospital bed now? Looks like she's finally getting what she deserves. And using her daughter worked just fine."

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

she said. “She has your face.” “She has my blood. That’s not the same.” Dimitri leaned in. “You never mentioned a twin.” Isadora’s jaw set. “Because she was irrelevant.” Then, quieter. “Until now.” Emilia’s breath hitched. She was about to step forward when Luca’s hand came down gently on her arm. Not yet. Not until they were ready to be seen. So they stood in the shadows for one more breath, listening to the unraveling of a lie five years in the making.

My back twists because of his brutal pull, and another scream erupts from my mouth. “ Sa—Save me. He is—He is trying to break my—my ribs now! ” I cry out, and he releases me instantly. “ Stop lying! ” He yells. I drop there, my gaze going to the golden chandelier, then moving towards Maximus, who keeps yelling that I am lying. I want to click my tongue. Tsk. What a fool. Levian once told me… Truth never wins. So if you want to win, you should just lie.

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.

he laughed it off as I nodded, my disappointment in him getting bigger as I smiled. “Dad, you’re not so good at lying. I’ve known you for, what, a couple of years now, and throughout that period, I’ve seen all your moves. Whenever you lie, you twist your ankle and you act strangely. Your voice gets tiny and windy, and you start to look away. I can also tell that your ears jiggle a bit, but I’m guessing that’s just a random coincidence. Just tell me what I need to know: please: it’s important.” But he shook his head. “I’m not telling you anything. That book is supposed to be for rulers of this kingdom, not for anybody.”