Web Of Lies Novels & Stories

He asked waving a black bottle to my face, immediately I saw it, I looked beside me and saw that my bag was gone, “I know you're using this on your clients, you use this to deceive them by putting it in their drinks and when they fall asleep and wake up they would think you people had sex but in fact nothing happened, you work as a sex worker but you don't have sex with your clients, what do you think would happen when your boss hears that?” He asked with an annoying face, I growl in anger and tried to snatch it away but he didn't even move cause the craziest part is my hand can't reach it,

Cole takes another step and my hands fly up involuntarily. “I’m tired Cole, I think it’s best we finish tomorrow,” I mumble. Cole frowns, before spinning around and walking out. I close the door softly behind him, and shaking my head. I attempt to go back to normal, reading my book, trying to retain the information in it. The many books he used to convince me that I still have potential to have a wolf just like others. My fingers slide down the aged papers, hoping this would distract me from my inevitable doom. I take a sharp breath. How to distract yourself from your own death?

“I didn’t know.” “I don’t believe you,” she whispered, voice thick with rage. “You signed off on this. You knew.” “I didn’t,” he repeated, softer now. “I didn’t know anyone would die. I didn’t know the data was fake. I trusted them.” The room seemed to shrink. It wasn’t just about the trial or her father anymore. It was about all of it—the power games, the secrets, the lies that filled this place. And now, it was all falling apart.

“What’s going on? You’ve been in here a while.” “Well, Xavier was just letting me know dinner was wrapping up.” The lie rolled off my tongue before I could think, and I managed a small smile to make it more convincing. “I was also lost in our little discussion that I lost track of time.” Frank looked at me for a moment like he found something blue in what I said and then Xavier, I couldn’t read the plain expression he had, it was the kind of look that made you think he had some suspicious thoughts. My pulse hammered in my ears but I held his gaze, kept my shoulders lose and held on to the smile.

"Give me until the Blood Moon. I'll have it done." A long silence stretched through the ash and smoke between us. "Until the Blood Moon," Mogra said finally. "Not a single day more." The light guttered and folded in on itself, and she was gone, and I knelt there in the dark of my chamber with my heart slamming against my ribs and the unmistakable knowledge that I had just lied to her in a way I couldn't take back. Every lie before this one had felt like a plank pulled from a bridge, small, careful, survivable.

The whole country roasted him online, and every dirty detail of his life spread like wildfire. Meanwhile, the internet found out that Riley had returned to the country. They tore her apart online, peeling back every scandal, every ugly truth. They revealed that Gigi had been born from an affair with a married, rich guy. That man went bankrupt and killed himself. Riley lied to Sheldon, said she "didn't believe in marriage" and had a kid through IVF. Then, when she went abroad with him, she cheated with other men behind his back. And when Sheldon lost it all, she dumped him and ran off with some foreign guy. When he got sick of her, she dragged herself back home, broke and desperate.

Every string tightened around The Glassworks. Liora hovered, restless. She tried to memorize the map, tried to find meaning in the colored pins, but her mind kept spinning back to the last sound of Wren’s voice in the smoke. Mama? She startled when Ines spoke. “It’s almost elegant,” the woman murmured, gesturing to the cluster of pins. “Every move, every exchange, spiralling toward this one point. Like a spider pulling threads to its web.” Varian was already strapping on a holster. “Then let’s burn the web.”

I play dumb, buying time, forcing them to show their cards first. The man at the far end clicked on the screen, and the room lit up with my scandals. Every headline, every rumor, every fabricated lie mixed with a few dangerous truths. Pictures. Documents. My sins stitched into a narrative so neat it almost impressed me. “Care to explain this, Mr. Sterling?” one of them asks, folding his hands neatly on the table like a judge about to deliver a verdict. I straighten in my chair, refusing to blink. “What do you want me to explain? They’re lies.” My smirk is practiced, but inside I could feel the walls closing in.

Before Khloe Lewis, my mother died; she clutched my hand and made me promise to give her diary to Foster Lewis, my father, without ever sneaking a peek at it. The moment he finished reading it, my father's expression changed. He slapped me hard across the face, and from then on, he beat me at the slightest provocation. A year later, my father remarried. Rachelle Lewis, my stepmother, was gentle and kind, always standing up for me and protecting me. Then my father let out a cold laugh and took her to read my mother's diary. When she finished, disgust twisted her face. She grabbed a cane and beat me until I suffered broken bones. After I came of age, I met Princess Coraline while hunting.

He asks taking a sip from the whiskey he was drinking. "Dad, I am a Man of my words even tho, I have lied because that was the situation's demands, but tell me how can I prove it to you?" "Do you know what you are saying?" I nodded, leaning forward, "Yes, very well but before that, I want to see Elie and Marcus, " He chuckles, "You still don't trust me, do you?" "I do trust you but not Phillips, " He looked at me with an amused face.