Web Of Lies Novels & Stories

Her words carried the weight of regret, wishing she had been there for my mother earlier. And now she thought I was lying, just like my mother. Fuck. I ran my hands through my hair, frustration evident in my growl. "I'm not an addict. We're not lying!" But their past experiences had shaped them. They had shaped us. And how many times had my parents reassured Serena, Grant, Colton, and Natalia that we were telling the truth? How many times had they been caught in a web of lies themselves? Damn it all. "We're not lying," Willow spoke with a clearer tone, her hostility diminishing. "I promise, we're telling the truth."

I go through the company database on the wereweb, to see who has coders and then I can go from there. The wereweb is kind of like the darkweb, you need to know how to get there, but once there it’s the same as the normal internet, just meant for the wolf/Lycan community. There's the vampweb, faeweb, superweb etc. As cool as superweb sounds it is literally just where all species can converge and interact together. The only interesting places to go there are the chats though, lots of drama, don’t need a telenovela when you have access to that site! The biggest difference is the fact that, as far as I am aware, there is very little in the way of iniquitous intentions on there.

I guessed aloud, sending him a hard stare. With a growling kind of mutter, he set his phone down in his lap and turned to me. “Look. Webster might have no problem looking past the fact that you fucked Topher Nicholl for three fucking years, but I have issues with it, alright? When you lie down with a dog like that, you gotta have fleas somewhere.” He sliced a degrading glance over me before returning his attention to his game, and I hugged myself, feeling like a lower life form.

Jonathan McCurby is here. Adelina choked on the water as her expression went still. 'Well you wanted him, and now he is here,' her subconscious mocked her. She heaved, shut her eyes for about two seconds and opened them again, determined and ready to pull off this lie. "What did you say his name is again?" she asked the woman who was still awaiting her response. "Jonathan McCurby." "Do you know him?" The woman stared blankly at her. For the past five years she had been working in the Delgado's home, of course she knew the man and the kind of relationship they share.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

The wolves' pack encircling us snarled like an angry sea, hunger for news sharp in their voices as they watched us reassemble. Forgiveness whispers drifted in the wind, of reunification between kin and the unfettered child she carried. I could see her tasting it all like fine wine, each word a ribbon tied to herself, weaving a strand of redemption and rightfully coming back. She imagined that the story belonged to her, that she could do with it as she always did. But this was the delusion of all good liars: they did not understand that even the most complex lie can collapse of its own weight when that truth is released at the very moment.

Chloe stood nearby, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling as she sensed the tide turning against her. "Now," I declared, addressing the room, "I will show all of you exactly what happened the day Charles came into my room. I’ll prove that the video displayed for the world to see was fake—an AI-generated lie." I opened the video on Mr. Grey’s phone and held it up for Stanley to see. The footage played, clear and undeniable. Stanley’s eyes widened in shock as the truth unfolded before him. The video showed Charles entering my room that day, his intentions clear as he tried to force himself on me. I pushed him away, my fear evident, and fled outside. The reality was stark, unfiltered, a

My world-human and supernatural-was about to change forever. That evening, I sat in my penthouse before my laptop, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Behind me, Callum winced as I cleaned a silver burn on his shoulder, his presence giving me strength. "Are you so sure about this?" he asked softly. "Once you hit send, there's no going back. Everything you've built." "I built it on lies," I cut him off. "My father's lies. The board's lies." I began to type my exposé, listing decades of anti-werewolf atrocities. "Sometimes you have to burn it all down to build something better."

The Sister’s Lie POV – Carina I stare at the photograph on the floor as if it might dissolve, vanish, change into something less damning. Something less real. But it doesn’t. It’s her. My sister, Alina. Smiling next to Vanessa. Her arm slung casually around the woman who tried to destroy everything I’ve built. In her other hand…a vial. The same type I saw tonight. The kind that makes a man like Dante forget the woman he loves and believe he belongs to someone else.

Ten minutes ago, Anthony had sent Elwood a recording. It was of Verde’s conversation with a friend. “Look at me. I didn’t even do anything, and I have two men dancing on the palm of my hand.” Verde’s smug laughter echoed in the air. “Morgan is so high-and-mighty, isn’t she? A dancing genius, huh? I still broke her legs! Honestly, I wanted to kill her. That way, the Sala family’s wealth would all be mine. But now that I think about it, having her only able to watch as I take all that originally belonged to her is much better. What would it be like seeing her husband and son falling for my lies and protecting me so desperately? This is way worse than her dying!”