Web Of Lies Book Novels & Stories

She had to marry the man one way or another. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.) (MAISIE'S STORY IS THE FOURTH BOOK OF LOVE, LUST, LIES SERIES, AND IT IS CALLED "A DAUGHTER'S SACRIFICE" A STORY ABOUT AN IT GIRL MAISIE AND THE MYSTERIOUS MAFIA BOSS CONNOR WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING TO SUBDUE AND TAME MAISIE. THEIR STORY BEGAN AFTER HER ADOPTED FATHER SOLD HER TO HIM, AND NOW SHE HAD TO DO EVERYTHING IN HER WILL TO MAKE THE MAFIA BOSS IGNORE HER OR POSSIBLY HATE HER, BUT THINGS DOES NOT WORK THAT EASILY.)

She persuaded trying to sound convincing as she began walking back to the bedroom door, hoping Alex would just stop wondering. Alex's curiosity only deepened. "Hey, didn't you once say you cleaned this room?" Lena paused in her tracks as she remembered the lie she'd told Alex after she and Thane had their "fling". A cold sweat formed on her brows and her heart pounded in her chest. Luckily, Alex couldn't see her face. 'Come on, tell her. You trust her, don't you? You dirty little liar!' her conscience mocked. 'How do I tell Alex that the man who she so trusted and felt indebted to had tied me up in a room and threatened to cut me into pieces?' Lena argued back, but she said nothing.

------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNING This book contains scenes of torture, raw erotic content, and SUBTLE references to pedophilia (Chapter 1). This is not your typical romance novel. It dives deep into themes of WAR, LUST, DARK OBSESSIONS, EXPLICIT S3X SCENES AND GRUESOME MURDERS. This book is slow paced. It is a slow burn. If you’re here solely for the steamy scenes, then you're gonna have to wait till chapter 25.

But he helped destroy it. That night, as my father lay dying, I remembered the look in his eyes as he stared at Andrew. It wasn’t gratitude. It was accusation. And I fool that I was took it as a blessing. I took Andrew’s hand. I became his mate. I gave him five years of my life. My marriage. My home. My lover’s touch. It was all a lie, wrapped in guilt. Because the one he loved… was never me. It was always Daisy. And I?

I quizzed him, and it was so annoying that we had to argue over the same thing. "I did not, she's lying.... I swear ".. Desperate to make me believe, he placed a hand on my stomach and swore using our unborn child. If he was willing to swear , I knew there was something wrong and everything would have to be looked at on Vivan_ she keeps on saying that my husband and her had slept together. . The entire day elapsed and I was kinda glad that Vivan went home, but she came back again the following morning holding a hospital paper in her hand.

It's not love, love is stupid and inappropriate. It's a crush. The first I have ever had on someone and acting on it posed to be risky. "I have a feeling that Hector lied." This caught Nexus's attention again and I told him everything about my encounter at his house. I got the book out and pushed it toward Nexus to see if he could decipher anything. "This is old and partly burnt." He picked it up gazing at the worn-out cover and brown pages, "And some of the words here are faded." "Yes, I noticed. But for a book like this to be kept amid perfect books. It sure means something and I have a lot of questions about this, they make me a have headaches. What if we have been living a lie?"

I could hear it in the way his breathing changed once, subtly, before it returned to normal. “And then?” he asked. I looked at the map of New York again. Lucian’s properties. Sokolov’s routes. Damien’s compounds. The expensive lies holding the whole thing together. “We burn New York.” Salvatore inclined his head and left without another word. I remained where I was. On one screen, Lilith hit the ground, rolled badly, corrected herself, and rose again before Maleek could tell her to. On the other, Valentina spun beneath lights she hated and collected eyes she did not want.

I saw it online before I saw it in print and I sat at the kitchen table and read it from the first page to the last, and when I finished, I closed the laptop and sat in silence for a long time. It was well written. That was the thing hardest to explain to people later, that the worst thing about it was not that it contained lies but that it wasn’t exactly lies. It took the actual things, the actual things, and arranged them in a sequence and a light so perfect that all that came after looked like performance, all but Caelum’s history. Like strategy. Like a man who had discovered that redemption made for a far more lucrative public role than crime and had built one to fit.

And I sat on the cold floor with my hands bound behind my back and my eyes on Lily, and I thought about Marcus Webb — broken, defeated Zorro, who had sat in a lonely hotel room and told me he was going to do the right thing. He had tried. In the end, after everything — after the lies, the defamatory article, the character assassination — he had tried to do the right thing. And Lily had opened a door, and he had walked through it, and now he was dead, and she was sitting in front of me in a white dress, waiting to find out if the man she had bent to her will would choose her over me in a game that only she knew was rigged. Twenty minutes. I watched the clock on the wall — a cheap analog thing

He’s still staring through me, as if I’m a ghost of every hope he ever buried. “You don’t believe me?” I ask, but there’s a tremor in my chest, a raw edge to my stubbornness. It’s one thing to outlast someone in a fight; it’s another to convince them their whole world has been a lie. “Kalen, Cassie showed me the book. The binding is old magic, older than the council or the packs. Blood, vows, and the moon. That’s all it takes.” He shakes his head, lips pressed so tight they’re nearly white. “Don’t do this to me, Lyla. Don’t give me a reason to believe in something I can’t have.” The inflection twists at the end, and I realize he’s not just angry—he’s terrified.