Who Is The Liar Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

In himself “Hah. I told Lucian Blackwell a fake sob story of my life and he believed it.” Liam chuckled as he thought about everything he had said to Lucian today. After all, it was all a lie. And he was a devil who lied in each step of power. His past was like a melancholic song. Tragic. Sad. Alone. And Liam Blackwood had no intention to let anyone know of his past. Especially Lucian. *** Hey my loves! How was the chapter guys?

But just then, his phone buzzed. His lips suddenly curved into a sweet smile and without a second thought, he turned his back on me and disappeared into the room. When he was out of my sight, I opened up my secret social media account and scrolled through his feed. Sure enough, there was a new post—visible to everyone except me. It was an apology letter post. [I shouldn't have let the cutest assistant in the world down and be sad. Promised her dinner after work, but work got in the way, and I made her wait a whole ten minutes. Totally my fault. I'll do better from now on and be a good boss.]

He stared at me for a few minutes and then raked a hand through his hair, distress evidently clear in his demeanor. I tried not to drool as his arm flexed with fluid grace, his bicep contracting and relaxing in a smooth motion. As his arm moved, the fabric of his shirt clinged to his torso, accentuating the contours of his well defined chest and shoulders. I blinked, my cheeks flaming. Get yourself under control, Vivienne. Don't ogle the narcissist. “I told you about how your house was broken into, right?” Liam began, his voice soft. A small dip formed in between my brows. “Yes, you did,” I asserted tentatively, unsure about where he was going with this.

“In the book and upon this reality, where do we all stands and just what character is, we portraying? Are you the victim, the manipulator, or perhaps the imaginative Alice all along? As am I the rabbit the book says of perhaps the future mad one with the peculiar hat as the name suggested? Hatter?” Dropping the character’s name as Alliah places her sight towards the book that is presenting the chapter’s intended image, yet deeply howls the reality and the dread that comes out of it. She then slowly picks up the book, closes it, and places it onto her chest and tightly as she asks him. “In this novel and upon this game, who is who and the true real one, Kyle?”

It’s a jagged, ugly sound. I’m not crying for Arthur. I’m not crying for the pack house or the years I spent scrubbing their floors. I’m crying for the boy who believed that if he just worked hard enough, if he just loved deeply enough, he would be enough. I’m crying for the three years of my life that were nothing but a lie built on a foundation of "placeholder" promises. "Get up." Lucian’s voice is a low vibration against my back. He doesn't touch me. He stands there, a pillar of dark shadow, watching me crumble.

Luca finished gently, sitting beside her. Her eyes flicked to him. “Exactly. I want to fight that. I want to write stories that make them answer for what they’ve done. Loan sharks, corrupt businessmen, all of them.” “You’d be amazing at that,” he said without hesitation. “You’re stubborn as hell and you don’t shut up when you know you’re right. Perfect journalist material.” She laughed, swatting at his arm. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“I-I just found out yesterday. I told him to tell you the truth, and he said he will but…” “But as you can see…” I cut him off and shook my head. “He didn't tell me anything.” “Sam—” He tried to reach for my wrist, but I took another step back. I shook my head as I stared at his soft and begging eyes. “You were my last resort, Lucian. I-I was rooting for you. I told myself that you are the only one who cares for me, but I just disappointed myself again. You are all liars.”

“I will erase the page.” Liolai turned toward the cage, And the Ink-Eater saw her, Its voice cracked into inkblades. “You cannot hold both!” “You cannot save him and the world!” “You are not powerful enough!” Liolai extended both hands, one toward the cage, the other toward the Queen. “I’m not going to rewrite anyone,” she said. “I’m going to finish the story.” She slammed her palms together, A surge of raw, white narrative light erupted, blinding, fierce, final. One life, One thread, One truth, A child who chose not to be a god.

I answered. "We will help. We also wanted to know the truth" they said but I didn't answer them I just stared at them. "We also need to finish reading this book to answer all our questions about what really happened before," I said as they nodded. "But before that. We need to make sure if this book is just the truth." said Ash and they agreed. "Who am I?" Lia asked and then suddenly letters appeared in the book.

He said I was a rotten liar, but it was Rylan who lied! "Today, Dad chased me out of my room and made me live in the stairwell. The stairwell is so dark and cold. I'm so scared, but I'm also afraid Dad will get even angrier if I say anything. Will Dad stop being mad if I keep being a good boy? Will he stop blaming me?" …