Why To Lie Novels & Stories

In the Lycan world, power is measured by claws. In the human world, it’s measured by wealth. Elara Vance was a defect — a wolf who couldn’t shift. When her fated mate, Alpha Julian Blackwood, publicly rejected her for a political alliance, he didn’t just break her heart… he left her to die in the Wastelands. Five years later, Julian is the CEO of Blackwood Global, the world’s most powerful tech empire. He thinks he’s haunted by a ghost. He doesn’t realize that the mysterious hacker dismantling his empire piece by piece… is the mate he discarded. Elara has returned. But she isn’t seeking an apology. She carries a secret: she was never wolf-less. She is the first of the Silent breed — a rare Lycan who can influence Alphas’ minds without making a sound. When Julian finally corners the elusive “V,” he expects a corporate spy. Instead, he finds the woman who still smells like his soul… and holds the detonator to his entire life. Revenge has a frequency. And Elara controls

Meera was born wrong. A wolfless omega in a world ruled by powerful Alphas, she learned early that survival meant staying invisible… staying quiet… staying beneath everyone. But the day she steps onto the ice, everything changes. Because the seven most dangerous players on campus—the Alpha hockey kings—finally notice her. And they don’t like what they see. To them, she’s weak. A joke. Something to break for their amusement. They humiliate her. Push her. Test how far she can fall. But what starts as cruelty quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Obsession. Because the more they try to destroy her… the more they realize they can’t let her go. And when the truth about Meera begins to surface—when her hidden power threatens to flip the entire hierarchy— The same Alphas who bullied her will be the ones fighting to claim her. Too bad she’s no longer the girl who begged to be accepted. Now? They’ll have to beg for her.

At the Blood Oath ceremony, right as my mate Alistair leaned in to kiss me, a voice suddenly echoed in my mind. [Sex with Gene is electric. Fucking Carys is like fucking a corpse.] It was Alistair's voice. I stared at him in shock, only to find him still smiling at me without missing a beat. Gene was a newborn vampire, recently turned. She was Alistair's subordinate in the North American Vampire Council. Right now, she was clinging to her new boyfriend Silas, a low-level vamp. A second later, Gene's voice rang in my head too. [Silas, that filthy thin-blood, can't even afford a simple moonstone charm. He's good for fetching things and not much else. Once I dump him, I'm going to be Alistair's true mate.] Then came the conflicted voice of the "thin-blood" she was talking about: [The Progenitor's trial is almost over. How do I tell Gene I'm about to be crowned the Prince of the oldest vampire clan?] How amusing. I had unexpectedly awakened the gift of telepathy. Even more surprising: My fiancé got his Council seat because of me. Now, everyone treats him like a king. While the true Vampire Prince was being treated like trash. Holding my goblet of premium vintage blood, I gracefully walked toward the thin-blood.

She was never his wife—only his weapon. Alexandra Rossi believed love was enough to save her marriage. She was wrong. Drugged, deceived, and erased from her own life, Alexandra discovers that her husband married her not for love—but for profit. While the world celebrates Tristan Laurent as a visionary tycoon, Alexandra uncovers the truth: a marriage built on lies, hallucinations, and criminal ambition. When betrayal turns lethal, Alexandra crosses paths with Antonio Bianchi—a man who sees her not as a victim, but as a force waiting to awaken. In a world ruled by power, image, and silence, one woman decides to fight back. Marriage was her cage. Revenge will be her freedom.

I push through my Gamma warrior training ahead of schedule just to get back to the pack sooner. All I want is to stand beside my Alpha, Kyle Faucher, and finally complete our mate-bonding ceremony. But when I step into our house, scarred and feeling hopeful, I see 100 old boarding passes to the Darkmoon pack littering the floor. That pack is only a mile from my training grounds. Kyle's been that close for two years, and still, he never came. I sprint to the place where we were supposed to have our mate-bonding ceremony, clinging to the desperate hope that there's an explanation. But the moment I burst through the doors, I stopped cold. Kyle is down on one knee, dressed in a tailored suit, his eyes locked on someone with a softness I've never seen in him before. Standing across from him, smiling through her tears, is my stepsister, Vivian Blackwell. "Vivian, I haven't completed the mate-bonding ceremony with Serene. Say the word, and I'll reject her and mark you right now." At that moment, the world goes still, and I even forgot how to breathe. So this is what he's been doing while I was gone, chasing the woman he never let go of. Meanwhile, I spent those two years giving everything I had, trying to become someone worthy of standing by his side. I don't ask why or shed a tear. I just turn around and walk away. If she's what he wants, then so be it. The mate-bonding ceremony I dreamed of will be theirs instead. But the second I'm gone, he loses it and sends every warrior looking for me.

Accused of stealing recipes from my own sister, Cora, I was ruthlessly cast out from the healing center—by my own fated mate, the Alpha Kellan. So I came home to my grandma's herb farm. Riding my wild horse, Shadow, wherever the hell we want to go. But now the whole pack is scrambling to find me. In my past life, at the Alliance's Grand Potion Competition, my sister always managed to submit the exact same rare potion recipes as me, just a little bit earlier. They all called me a shameless thief, a plagiarist who stole my own sister's work. Even my own parents got on stage to vouch for her. And Kellan... he threw the exile order in my face. His eyes were ice. He stripped me of my title for "dishonoring the pack" and shattered our mate bond right in front of everyone. The agony tore my soul apart. I wanted to die. My family called me a disgrace and cast me out. The betrayal shattered my wolf. I lost my mind. In the end, one of her fanatics shot me dead in the street. A silver bullet laced with wolfsbane. As I died, I still couldn't understand how she could get inside my head and steal my recipes. Then I opened my eyes. I was back. The day before the competition. This time, my mind is filled with nothing but the wild. Let's see what kind of potion my 'genius' sister can come up with now.

‎A relationship built on lies, was bound to perish by lies. ‎ ‎It was just a saying until it happened - ‎ ‎To me. ‎ ‎Now, I was entangled in a ferocious web of lies, secrets and forbidden lust - one that felt too good to turn my back on. ‎ ‎However, such entanglement was going to cost me everything I had worked hard for, including my marriage. ‎ ‎Was I ready to put everything on the line because of one forbidden fruit - my husband's best friend, Kayden. ‎

Charlotte will never fit in with the elites of Lupin Prep. She knows it; they know it. But goddess, if she doesn’t give it her all. As a low-ranking, half-breed scholarship student, she tries her damnedest to survive in a place where her very life is at risk. They all have the power to destroy her - to burn her universe to ashes. Yet, one threat towers above the rest: the school’s unrivaled rulers — the Devil Triplets, Caeson, Taide, and Reigh. Identical heirs to the throne who have sworn, and kept their promise, to make Charlotte the Harlot’s life hell on earth. But then, the second semester of Junior year around, and the moment she sets eyes on them, she knows the moon goddess made a mistake. Because in no reality can the same people who seek to ruin her life be the ones she’s been fated to for eternity. Charlotte tries to reject them. But they refuse to let her. She’d rather drown in a pool of lava than fall for them, but according to the Devil Triplets, the fun has only just begun.

My father-in-law, Noah Quinlan, and I go on a vacation together. After checking into the hotel, we decide to swim around in the hotel's swimming pool. But a well-dressed man shows his disdain toward us outright while pinching his nose. "This is a high-class hotel! Ugh, why are there all sorts of people here? Don't tell me you two secretly snuck in just to use the pool! "I'm really scared of catching any infectious diseases just by sharing the same pool as you!" That man's words instantly spoil the mood for Noah and me. I reply coldly, "The hotel's swimming pool is meant for public use. Anyone who stays in the hotel has the right to use it. If you can't accept that fact, you might as well have one built at your home." The man is so angry that his brows are all scrunched up. He retorts furiously, "How dare you talk to me like that! Don't you know that my wife is the owner of this hotel? The fanciest suite here belongs to me all year round! "I order you to get lost right now! What if your poorness dirties the pool water? How disgusting!" Noah and I exchange looks immediately, soon noticing the coldness in each other's eyes. My wife, Zara Quinlan, is the one owning this hotel. Since when has she become another man's wife?

As I lay limp in the man’s arms, my face flushed red. I could not help but let his oil-covered hands move over my body. “No… That tickles…” I whined and shuddered because the oil felt hot on my skin. His hands tightened around my thighs as he leaned in and whispered in my ears, “Be good, Claudia. Repeater students face a lot of pressure. Spread your legs. I’ll help you relieve your stress.”