What Lies Beneath Book Novels & Stories

"Liliana, stop this game and come out now! "Liliana, I'll forgive you for everything. Show yourself. "I don't care about the divorce anymore, Liliana. Please...come out..." Adrian's cries echoed through the charred remains of the villa, but no one answered him. His legs gave out as he stumbled through the debris, and he collapsed in front of a blackened body. He reached out hesitantly to touch the corpse that once was Liliana. Then, he recoiled—she was unrecognizable, burned to a crisp. Only the glint of a diamond ring on the right hand's ring finger confirmed it was her. Overcome with sorrow, he wrapped his arms around her remains and wept. "Argh! Liliana!"

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

I'll keep lying. I'll have to keep pretending to be Maria Davidson while Amelia Stone hides underneath the surface.

She thought of the cold floors of the Moon Shadow manor. "I've been hearing those voices my whole life," she said. "Now, I’m going to give them a pen." The Chapter shifts as they descend. To add to the word count, we describe the journey beneath the Citadel—a descent through the "Foundations of Lies." As they moved through the subterranean tunnels, the walls began to change. The stone was covered in Living Text. Phrases like 'The Shadow is the Rot' and 'The Silver is the Truth' pulsed on the walls.

“But he moves money around. He decides who gets the green light. He’s the kind of shadow you’ll never find in any records.” Lila closed her eyes for a second. She was exhausted, scared, but more alive than she’d felt in ages. “We started this,” she whispered. “We tugged the thread.” Lucien put his hand on her shoulder—steady, not claiming. “Then we keep pulling,” he said. The cameras kept rolling. Outside, the world leaned in, hungry. Up above, someone who counted on silence just got the warning. And under the buzz of the press lights, a phone buzzed in a pocket—Daniel’s. He read the new alert, and a sharp little smile flashed across his face.

The atmosphere in Lina’s bedroom was suffocating, thick with the dust of unearthed secrets. Maria sat on the edge of the mattress, her frame appearing smaller, more fragile than Lina had ever seen. Between them lay the note—that yellowed, tear-stained scrap of paper—pulsing with the energy of a live wire. "Sit down, Lina," Maria said, her voice weighted with a decade of suppressed truth. "Please. My legs can no longer carry the height of this lie."

“Ashley, can we do this—“ I said, then she cut in, “no Janelle, we can’t.” “You said you’re fine, but I’m not. Let’s just party, we’ll be back soon, okay?” She begged, then I had no choice but to give in. She hugged me and happily hailed a taxi. “Downtown club,” she said as we got in. The city buildings blurred past us, and I replayed what I had earlier read. “Loan collateral: His granddaughter, Janelle Peters.” How could he do this to me? And what on earth did he borrow to have a debt of $500,000?

"Unlike Flora. She relies purely on her own hard skills to carve out a place in the design world. How could someone like you possibly compare to her?" Hearing him say that, it suddenly struck me that the name 'Flora' sounded awfully familiar. There was an architect in our industry who had been blacklisted by multiple firms for plagiarism. If I recalled correctly, she shared that exact name. Watching the two of them act so intimately, I clenched my fists tight, my voice trembling. "So... while I was away, you’ve been cheating on me all along?" "Cheating?" Louis acted as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"It's... a humming. Like a vibration trapped in the walls. It’s coming from beneath the floor." Caleb knelt beside her, his faint silver eyes catching a subtle shimmer on the wood. "There's a hollow space right under this board. Colin, can you feel it?" Colin closed his eyes, pressing his palms flat against the plank. A very dull, low copper glow pulsed from his hands, and with a soft click, the wood simply yielded, shifting until a secret compartment was revealed beneath. Inside lay a small, leather-bound book, its edges were green with mold, but the initials on the cover made my breath hitch.

It has been about uncovering the humanity buried beneath generations of rewritten history. The chamber falls silent once more. The Origin Book finally responds. A faint silver glow spreads across its cover before a single line appears. "Truth remembered is only the beginning." Before Valerie or Silas can react, a low rumble echoes through the hidden passage. The old chamber begins responding to something deeper beneath the foundation. Whatever remains hidden below has awakened. And for the first time, it was not responding to the Blood Oath. It was responding to the truth.