Twisted Little Lies Novels & Stories

She stood up and tried to whisk them off with her hands but her effort yielded no results – they flew out very fast before they could get caught. “What’s that?” I cleared my throat after asking. I nearly got choked in the throat. “Fireflies!” she replied. “Their light is too bright, and they fly zigzag. These can’t be normal fireflies.” “That’s nothing strange, grandma. These are just fireflies. You need not be superstitious all the time.”

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

Then he added, almost gentle, almost cruel: “But let’s not lie to each other — you’re not ready to obey safety yet.” The berry sat between them like a dropped match. Damian turned and walked out, not hurried, not triumphant. Predators don’t need to look back when they know the woods follow. Lila exhaled finally. Her fingers trembled… not from fear. Storm wind rattled the windows. Inside, something else rattled her ribs. Not desire. Not yet. Awakening. Some doors don't open.

I whispered looking past him to see a group of girls walking past and trying their hardest not to stare. "Gotta show everyone what's mine baby" Little did she know, her world was about to come tumbling down, lies, secrets, and exposure.

With how elegantly dressed they were and their conversation, it seemed like a scene cut out from a movie. A burst of deviant laughter filled the room, making Claire shudder. It echoed on and on and didn't stop. Wondering what was so funny, Claire contemplated running as he was exhibiting crazy behavior,s and there was no telling what he would do next or how far he would go to satisfy his naughtiness. “Earlier, when you told me you hadn't done anything since morning, you lied. I’m sure of a few things; you have probably had a nice bath with great warm water and had luxurious meals while watching TV today, as you can't sleep throughout, right?” he asked.

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth

He winks naughtily. I open the file and gasp in shock, "What is this?" I ask him in surprise. "I just left your book to David, the publishing head, and after half an hour, he sent me those contract papers to make you our author." He shrugs. "But why did you use your influence? I wanted to be an author with my own ability." I raise my voice. It's not possible because a few days ago my application didn't get any reply and now a contract paper! "Don't be angry Love. I haven't done a thing. I just dropped this to David and said I received it in my mailbox. It is purely his decision." "Don't ever lie to me, Aspen." I point my index finger at him. "Why will I lie? You are very talented winter; th

he repeated his question in amusement. “I…um…I…” I internally groaned at my prattle. He chuckled and I flushed scarlet. I hunched my shoulders up and decided to try again. “Yes I am fine,” I stated and that quite surprised him I guess. He smiles a little and stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and I can swear I have never seen a man looking so delicious by such a simple and boring pose. Why not? He was Andre Steele… the school bad boy and he was talking to me!

The room felt impossibly small, warm, and electric, alive with the tension between them. The music pulsed low, a slow, intimate rhythm that wrapped around Imani, Malik, and Zariah, matching the quickening of their hearts. Every glance, every brush of skin, every lingering touch made Imani soaking wet.