Whiskey Lies Novels & Stories

His mouth was moving, vibrating, but no words came out. He knew. He'd always known. He never believed Lia slept with another man nor did he believe her when she said her pregnancy belonged to another man. But he'd obeyed her wishes because he didn't want to be responsible for another of her pain. He thought respecting her wishes to let her be was for the best even though he knew that the pup belonged to him. Although he started to doubt a little when Carlos came forward to claim it. He knew Carlos liked Lia and knew Lia used to like him. It bothered him a lot but he'd remained a tough cookie outside, trying to not show how shattered he was inside. Knowing four whole packs depended on his lea

The whiskey seemed to be playing tricks on his mind, bringing forth the one person he couldn't shake off his thoughts—Lily. The silence in the room was now oppressive, with only the sound of Lewis's breathing and the clinking of the glass breaking the stillness. He took another sip, the liquor burning his throat, but he welcomed the distraction. For a moment, it numbed the pain and the loneliness that had been haunting him.

The nightlife has never been so quiet. Everything remains the same; only I have changed. Kai let out a long and deep sigh after gulping the entire whiskey in his glass. He was being devoured by the thoughts that were racing through his head. He can't stop thinking about it, so he pours another whiskey into his glass and sips it down to the last drop. Regardless of how many glasses he had, it appears that whiskey is just water to him, as it never caused him to become inebriated.

I ran downstairs and made my way to the bar. I’d never drunk before in my life, but I threw back a glass of fire-whiskey, and the burn clawed down my throat and forced tears from my eyes. But what stung more than the liquor were those words, now seared into my bones: Andrew… had been part of it all. He was the one who held me in that hospital hallway, crying with me, whispering, “No matter what you lose, I’ll be your whole world.” But he helped destroy it.

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

I smiled wryly. "We had, but we weren't sure if that was just a rumour or the truth." Drew told me. "I'm sorry to hear that it was the truth." "It's alright." I shrugged. "What happened?" Dan asked, probing further. I pursed my lips, wondering what to tell them. If I lied flat out, I would have to remember what I'd told them to keep the lie consistent. But if I only told them vague details that wasn't quite a lie but not the whole truth either then that would probably be easier.

I packed my things, and when he came home from work that evening, I told him I wanted to break up. He froze for a moment. Then, in that same affectionate tone, he coaxed me like always. “What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you, my Leah?” He pulled me into his arms, his fingers gently rubbing my earlobe. I stared at him in silence. His acting was flawless. It was no wonder I hadn’t seen through him before. But now, all I saw was deceit. “Paxton, do you love me? Or do you love Georgina?”

The amber liquid swirled in the crystal tumbler, catching the glow of the fireplace. So, that’s where I got it from. The love of whiskey. I took the glass but didn’t drink yet, waiting for him to speak. He sat back in his chair, rolling his own glass between his fingers, a deep crease forming between his brows. He looked conflicted. Like a man carrying the weight of too many years of silence. He exhaled sharply and scratched the back of his head as if searching for the right words. “It’s a long story, Liam,” he finally admitted.

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.

When I finally picked up, the first thing she said was, “Honey, I’m feeling really unwell today. Can you wire me two thousand dollars? I need to get more asthma medication.” Hearing her voice, a scoff surfaced in my heart. She had no idea I had uncovered her lies. She still thought I was the same gullible fool she could push around. If I sent her the money now, she would definitely use it to refill Derek’s medication. With that thought, I replied coldly, “I’m in the hospital. I don’t have money to send you.”