Wait For The Lie Book Novels & Stories

Only the first page held any writing at all, a single line, the ink faded to rust but still legible, still deliberate. When the Substitute Luna awakens, the first lie will always return before the truth. I read it twice. Then a third time, my grip closing around the cover until the old leather creaked in my hand, the words settling into me with a weight I didn’t yet have a name for only the certainty, cold and absolute, that whatever this meant, Jenna’s homecoming was only the first lie of many.

Then he lay next to her just to feel her body heat and bring his head close to hers. He read out the lines from his latest book in pin drop silence in the book store as every one was hearing to his voice with rapt attention. Aithusa was standing at the back and was making sure that she did not have to be bothered with conversing with the man who had deliberately ghosted her after telling that she was the inspiration behind finishing his book and his new one. She had seen a lot of cheaters and liars all through the millennium in her life. She might not have all the memories but she sure knew how it felt when someone lied to you and ignored you.

“I suppose I was conjured, then. Born out of shadows and silk. Isn’t that more fun than the truth?” The rival smirked. “Perhaps. Unless the truth is more dangerous.” Her smile didn’t falter. She leaned closer, voice low enough to make him strain to hear. “Dangerous truths are still truths. And lies?” She tapped her crimson lips with one finger, the gesture dripping seduction. “Lies are beautiful.” The table rippled with nervous laughter. The rival leaned back, satisfied enough, though his eyes lingered too long. But Dante didn’t laugh. He hadn’t spoken once, hadn’t intervened. He only watched her, silent, his gaze locked on her mouth as if he could strip the lie clean off with his eyes alone

“Let me guess. You got too comfortable sharing a bed with someone who didn’t keep your secrets. They found out about the book, burned it, and now you’re on the brink of impeachment. Did I cover everything?” “I’ll never get used to that freaky thing you do,” she murmured, moving toward a nearby table. There, a bottle of red wine and a single glass waited—remarkably pristine in this bleak environment. She poured the glass to the brim, then met his gaze. “So, now what?” “Everything leading up to them seizing the book is correct. But the part after that? A blatant lie. I anticipated this. The real continuation is on the counter,” he said, voice distant, as though he were bored with the confessio

I picked up my phone to check my messages. There was a missed call and a text—both from Tracy. The timestamp said it was sent just after midnight. I opened the message, and what I read hit me like a punch to the chest. [Honey, Mr. Booth asked me to go on a business trip with him to Joselton. I'll probably be gone for three or four days. Take care of yourself, okay? Don't skip breakfast. Love, Tracy] Tracy had left for a trip last night? Then who the hell was the woman lying behind me right now?

She placed a small notebook at the base of the headstone. Inside were pages of her,her pain, her joy, their memories. A legacy. A goodbye. A start. As she walked away, the wind picked up again. And somewhere, in the silence between her footsteps, she swore she heard him say her name. Soft. Warm. Home. End of chapter 10 End of when love lies.

“No. Because I’m tired. Because the people in that book would kill us both to keep their secrets. And because, believe it or not, I’m not interested in dying in a gutter while someone like Rowen keeps his pension.” I held his gaze, trying to find the lie. There wasn’t one. “You think this is enough to bring them down?” “With you? Yes,” he said simply. “You’re the only one who doesn’t flinch when the truth gets ugly.” I looked down at the ledger again. The names in it were rot disguised as law, corruption dressed up in uniforms and robes. This wasn’t just evidence. It was a warhead. “If I take this,” I said, voice low, “you and I—”

“Not erased.” The Author of Silence didn’t move, Didn’t threaten. It simply waited. The closed book still extended. Her hands itched. Her chest pulsed. Her daughter still stared, still holding that one page. Mama lives. It was not a prophecy. It was a plea. Liora reached for the sealed book. Kael tensed. Ashen screamed inside her blood, And just as her fingers brushed the leather cover, The book moved. No longer in the Author’s hands, Now held by Liolai. And as she touched it, The book opened itself.

The entirety of South City had witnessed our love. On our wedding day, he swore on God, "Lia, I'll never betray you, and I'll never hurt you." And yet, in the end, he did both. Suddenly, I felt so, so tired… I lay on the floor the whole night, my mind never stopped resting. When morning came, I made my decision. I called my father, Midas Medina. "Dad, Medina Group is expanding its business in Lumiere City lately, right? I want to go there for a while, to learn and see how things work."

I turned on the music, fasten the seatbelts, and drove out of the driveway. As I arrived, I pulled the car into the parking lot and then head into the place. I sat on a patio waiting for the man to arrive. Glancing at my phone over and over again, I just want to get this done already. As I tap my feet to the ground; something I usually do when I get bored. I hate it when I have to wait for someone, he has an hour and it’s more than an hour, where the fuck is he?