When Love Is A Lie Novels & Stories

“He loves her, Sharon. Maybe that’s enough.” Sharon sniffed, unconvinced, “but he loves you to. I know my son.” “You think Denver still loves me?” “Of course, you never forget your first love.” Leah fell silent. She didn’t want to argue, but she knew, deep down, that it was she who was the one to break his heart. But maybe just maybe Sharon was right.—Love can be messy, complicated, imperfect—but it’s love.

Firm, Final, and Infuriating. I opened my mouth to argue. Then I remembered the mysterious car. The threatening phone call. The investigation. And unfortunately— He had a point. I hated when he had points. An hour later, I sat in the SUV heading toward my studio. Liam occupied the front passenger seat. I occupied the back. Trying very hard not to feel ridiculous. The silence lasted exactly six minutes. Then curiosity won. "Does Albert do this often?" Liam glanced at me through the mirror. "Do what?" "Turn people's lives upside down." The corner of his mouth twitched. "Not usually."

Lisa Lisa had grabbed a cab from downtown, the driver kind enough to wait for her to run into her mother's house for money while he waited. The night had been filled with tears and screams into her pillow, the emotions accompanying love so much more violent than lust. It had been a mistake to come to New York. Seeing him only compounded the fact that she was in love with him. If she gave him an inch he would drown her. She would pick up and move back to New York just to be near him. Love felt like obsession, wicked and controlling.

"No! That’s not true!" I shook my head, tears streaming down my face despite my efforts to hold them back. "You don’t know what love is, Tyrone. Love doesn’t use people. It doesn’t destroy them." "Eloise, please," he begged, stepping closer, his hands reaching for me again. "I made mistakes—terrible mistakes—but I never stopped loving you. I still love you. Please, just listen—" "I’m done listening," I said, my voice firm, final. "I’ve listened to enough lies."

​She swallowed her dry spit, speaking in a tone she fought to keep steady: "You are wrong... he... he still loves me. What happened between us was only because of his grief over our great loss... He is just going through a difficult time..." ​He looked at her as if he could see right through all her lies, not moving an inch, continuing to hem her in with his body and imposing presence. He looked at the overwhelming paleness of her face, and at her hand which still bore the marks of the cannula wound, before speaking in a low voice that carried a brutal truth: "You are only deceiving yourself, Evelyn... You are imagining a love that does not exist. Is this what you call love? If so, then you

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

“Let them see. Let them watch how I love you. How I claim what’s mine.” She moaned, and her legs wrapped around me. And then I was inside her. We made love like animals under the moonlight—raw, aching, passionate. I kissed every inch of her, told her I loved her with every thrust, every moan, every breath. “Mine,” I whispered. “You’re mine, Lisa.” “Yes,” she cried out. “I’m yours, Vincent. I love you!” Those words made my soul explode. “I love you too,” I gasped, pounding into her harder. “So much… too much…”

"Sydney, if you didn't understand what I said earlier, let me make it clear again. I was merely joking when I said I'd propose to you once you become project director. I will never marry you. If you cause any more trouble, pack your things and leave the company immediately." So, this was the truth? All the talk of love and being his girlfriend was all a lie. In his eyes, I was just a pet for his amusement. Honestly, I had suspected this for a long time, but he was the first person I ever loved. I'd given him my heart, so how could I possibly accept this outcome? But reality slapped me hard and woke me from my self-deception. Fine. If that was how it was going to be. I wiped the tears from my

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

“Why? Why is it over? Because of some piece of paper? Because of something we can’t control? I love you, Kayla. I love you more than anything in the world. I’d do anything for you. I’d give up everything for you. You can’t just throw that away.” Kayla took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to build a wall between them. “You think I’m throwing it away? You think this is my choice? It’s not. But it’s the only choice I have. Because I can’t be with you. I can’t love you. Not anymore.” She paused, taking a deep breath, and then she said the words that would cut him deeper than any knife ever could. “I never loved you, Liam. It was all a lie. Everything we had… everything we s