U Lie In April Novels & Stories

Her original programming's self-destruct code. Hidden. Waiting. Ready. The war was just beginning.

] [And since we're already broken up, you have no right to even say something like you're disappointed in me. I sent the message, then tapped open my contact and blocked the number. The screen went dark and I went back to scrubbing the sheets. The next morning, my phone woke me up by vibrating more than a dozen times. Still half asleep, I opened it and found a long string of messages from my roommates, with a link at the top. The headline read: [Shocking news! The truth about Central University's wealthy heiress and her maid! Is the girl always beside Sophie an impostor?]

I wrap both arms around April’s thick neck and hug her tight. April finally stops the low growl. She sits down on her haunches. Her body remains completely stiff as she watches Luka’s every single move. She is not your mate, April’s voice echoes sharp inside my mind. No kissing.

Eve was before her laptop on Elvin's dining table when her phone rang. She paused what she was doing, looked at the caller, it was April. Her best friend, and she answered. "April!" Eve said. "Eve!" April said. "How are you doing, darl?" "I'm fine. What about you?" "Better than you, I guess." "How so?" "Well, Frank went to see his family when this lockdown hit," April said. "Since it delayed his coming back, and knowing my sexual appetite, he told me to have anyone I wanted."

His entire being lit up as she showed up at the door of his suite. April turned away from the balcony, retreating into the suite. Her blood boiled. Again. Mia. Always Mia. Even now, after Lucas. After everything. Lisa, her ever loyal and cunning assistant, entered without knocking, her phone in hand. Her platinum bob was slick, her black pantsuit impeccable as always. She glanced at April. "April, you sent for me. Something you need me to do?" April felt bile rise in her throat. But she managed to explain the situation and what she wanted her to do.

she crumbled, burying her face into her palms. Sarah squatted bedside her, wrapping her into a hug, “i'm not mad at you. I get Zaria is a bitchy asshole and we've all made mistakes and I get you're going through so much at this point whilst trying to pick up pieces of what we have left. I'd just like to cheer you on, okay?” April nodded, she was crying so hard now like she needed to get the weight out of her chest. Lord knows how long they stayed in that position until she finally had the strength to ask.

I’m Tara, I’m way out of his league. Once I got out of the car, I head to my apartment, walking out of the elevator, I came across a horrifying image of Maria and Kyle; their bodies were pressed together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as their lips pressed together. I don’t know if it’s just me or does Maria waits for my arrival outside her door, and damn it! How did she even arrive before me? And worse of it is that, did they have to do that in public, what’s the use of them leaving together if they can’t fuck themselves inside the apartment. I’m pretty sure that bitch just wants to get back at me for yesterday. I might say I’m over Kyle but that’s a deep lie, Kyle is the firs

I asked touching it. “Mason Steele.” “What were you doing near him?” “He came to the house to pick up April.” “How did he know where you live? I hope he doesn’t know about us.” “I don’t think so. She overhead me talking to you and suspected an affair. I lied to her that I cheated with some terminally ill woman. She wanted to leave so I locked her in my room but forgot that she had her phone.”

"I’m just tired." Lucifer wasn’t convinced. He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing further. "Don’t lie to me, April. I can see something’s bothering you. What is it?" Her heart pounded harder, the pressure of his question weighing on her. She couldn’t tell him the truth, not after what she’d overheard. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look up at him, even though it took every ounce of her strength. "It’s just... I’ve been thinking about my family," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady. "I miss them, especially my mother."

I mutter, reaching for my toothbrush. By the time I emerge from my room, showered and dressed in jeans and a simple navy sweater, April is already in the kitchen. She stands at the counter in her pink silk robe, hair piled in a messy bun, pouring coffee into two mugs. "Peace offering," she says, sliding one toward me without meeting my eyes. "Extra cream, two sugars." I accept the mug, wrapping my hands around its warmth. "Apology accepted for ditching me." "I'm sorry! I did that, but you needed to step out of your rut," April says, finally looking at me with a small smile. "What the fck was that about with Liam?"