Who Is The Liar Novel Novels & Stories

"I do not!" "Yes, you do. Lia is nothing but a gold digger who wants your money. You gave her everything she wanted, but look what she did at the end: she left you for Johnny. A richer man." Anger flared within me at the reminder of that name "... She kept you away from your kids till one of them was on her deathbed bed and I'm certain she's the reason you came home so late" "That's not true, keep your..." "Stop denying it, Levi. Lia is nothing but cheating and manipulation. She used you when Johnny wasn't home and when he returned she kicked you out of her life" Something snapped within me and without thinking I slapped her hard across the face

Jesse muttered, “Or straight-up fiction.” Lia crossed her arms. “If you write a single word about me swooning over you, I’m burning your manuscript.” I gasped. “Lia, please. I have integrity.” Colby snorted. “Since when?” “Since now.” I grinned. “I’ll be honest in my storytelling. For example, I’ll make sure to include how Lia almost fell off a cliff that one time.” “That wasn’t my fault!” Lia shot back. “The ground collapsed!”

He said and bent down again, not on my neck but below. I blinked, stopped him from going any further, and had him face me again. "Wait, hold up. The first woman you ever loved? I thought your mom's name was Rose?" "Yeah." "Then who is Kala?" I was curious because the green monster inside was about to be released and unleashed her jealousy. "Oh," he smirks, making me more anxious. "I see. You're jealous." Liam gave my nose a poke. "I'm not," I argued. "How can I be jealous of a woman who I never knew? I tend to erase the women you were with before you met me. I don't want to be psychotic like Heather."

This jerk. His smile widened at the sight of her. “You never failed to amuse me, woman. A beautiful liar, that's what you are,” “Why do you keep telling me that I’m lying?” "You just told me you wanted to take everything slowly, didn't you? Yet, here you are stripping right before me. Can't you get any more inconsistent?”

Janiyah added. Liam found it even harder to answer Janiyah, he didn't know how to avoid Janiyah's questions if he’s the one who started talking about Periyah. "I know Javier is a Mafia Leader..." "What?" Janiyah asked in disbelief. "Are you one of them, Liam? Answer me…” “I'm not like them, I don't kill people—” "So you're one of them...the only difference is that you don't kill people, but that doesn't lose the fact that you're also a criminal."

Hoping I’d heard wrongly. “I can’t do this anymore.” Sapphire breathed heavily, her voice cracking as she continued. “Every day I wake up feeling like a stranger in my own home. I can’t keep wallowing in guilt. My husband… my kids… I can’t… keep lying to them!. I will do anything. Anything to get out of…” “So what are you gonna do about it?.” Lyra asked, cutting in. “You shouldn’t be here if you are so sure of what you want, my dear. You should be at the Don’s… tea-talking with Lazarus.”

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

“So you don’t even know who she is? And you claimed to have proof of her wrongdoings? You lied to get me here?” The guy laughed. It was a low, rough sound that filled the small room. “And you believed it and came here without a second thought? I just wanted to know who this Serena is that can make you do foolish things like this.” Lia sat up on the bed, her mind spinning. He was right. She hadn’t thought it through. All she had wanted was for Adrian and Victor to believe her again. To get back the spot she once had in the family. The comfortable life, the attention, the feeling of belonging. Her lies to Adrian's father had come from jealousy, and now this. She was lost in those thoughts when

“Beautiful, isn’t it? See how trust collapses with just one recording. You can fight the media, you can fight me… but how will you fight someone you thought was your ally?” Vania trembled, her fists clenching at her sides. “You’re a devil, Devandra.” The man dipped his head slightly, his grin sinister. “Devil… or savior? I simply reveal the true faces around you.” --- Liora lowered her head, her voice breaking. “Yes, I was wrong… but I wasn’t the one pulling the strings. You know who the real mastermind is.” She turned her tearful eyes to Vania. “Please… believe me. I want out of this game.”

“Why would you tell me this?” “Because someone had to,” Harper said with a feigned sweetness. “Everyone’s been walking around on eggshells, letting you play princess in a castle built on lies.” She paused, her expression hardening. “I figured it was time someone told the truth, take it from an old friend, before you embarrass yourself even more.” A hint of malicious enjoyment spread across her face. Silence hung heavy in the air, with tension. Lia stepped forward, her fists clenched. “You think that changes anything? I might not have their blood, but I’m still more real than you’ll ever be. At least I don’t need to destroy people to feel relevant.” Her voice dripped with disdain.