Wicked Liars Novels & Stories

Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to burst out. She sat frozen on Ethan’s lap, his thick cock buried all the way inside her dripping pussy. Every tiny movement made her feel him even deeper. Alex stood at the fridge, the soft light spilling across the floor, only a few feet from where his little sister was secretly riding his best friend’s dick.

His expression said how he will kill the person who had exposed the truth and it caused her to shiver. “Grandmother gave me the book and I visited a fortune teller who spoke about demons. I didn’t believe it but your reaction confirmed I was right,” Belle lied smoothly, causing Damian to cover his eyes with his hand. “That fortuneteller must have been Clayman,” Damian spoke, having Belle to raised her eyebrows at him. “You know him?” “He is a witch.” “Oh god,” Belle exclaimed, feeling her knees weak as though someone had bashed her on her head. “Tell me how many witches are living near me and if I am the only one who knew this.”

‘We… we are here for your pleasure sir. “Pause it,” came Nathaniel’s voice. Sighing, then directing his head towards Sebastian, he asked, “What do they intend to get with this nonsense?” “My guess will be to have accuse you of molesting young girls or being into human trafficking.” Nathaniel nodded and said no more. Chloe watched as he covered his face with his hands and let out a low groan. She could tell he was trying to keep his cool. “This is just crazy,” Amir added. “What I don’t get is how the voice was made to be so much like Nathaniel’s.”

"I ran some scams. Credit card fraud mostly. Small stuff. Enough to survive. I'm not proud of it." "Were you ever going to tell me?" "I wanted to. But every time I tried, I was afraid you'd leave. That you'd see me for what I really am." "And what's that?" "A liar. A thief. Someone who ruins everything she touches." Nickey stood. Paced the small kitchen. "The files on the USB drive. Did you alter them?" "No. I swear. Those files are real. Michael's lawyers are lying." "How do I know that?"

I tilted my head slightly, allowing the corners of my lips to twitch, not quite into a smirk but close enough to provoke her. Should I? The unspoken question danced between us, daring her to reach for answers she didn’t want. She stumbled through her pain with surprising strength, announcing that she was the woman Lucian had slept with the night before. The honesty in her voice, the rawness of that confession, almost pulled a laugh from me. Because the irony was richer than the scotch in my hand. My flawless, careful, golden brother—the perfect heir to the Voss empire—had unknowingly tossed his little scandal into my lap. She had come here, broken and desperate, pouring her soul into the wro

How could they lie to me so effortlessly? The tension in the room didn’t reduce, and everyone was still eagerly looking at me, waiting for an answer. My anger began to simmer. These liars! Did they really expect me to follow their plan? “I will never agree to your plan. Do you really think I believe that André cheated on me with your slutty daughter? And even if he did, I have no interest in marrying a family of kidnappers and two-faced liars who are simply trying to exploit me! If all of you knew about this, then that means Jonas knows about it, too! That is more than enough reason to give up the thought of marrying him!”

Max retorted. This time, Lillian stepped forward, her head held high. She couldn't allow Max to badmouth her and win tonight. Enough was enough. “Max, the only ugly person here is you. Cheating on your girlfriend of six years for some side chick, having sex with other girls while still expecting money from me for your show-off. You're the scammer, Max. The truth is, I despise you. I caught you both red-handed, naked in bed, and I left you like a piece of dirty used tissue from my life,” Lillian blurted out, relishing the change of color in his face.

When he didn’t immediately lift it, my smile sharpened into something dangerous. "You know what I do to liars," I said, my voice almost gentle. The way you’d tell a child not to play with matches. Liam stared at me, confused. I took a sip of my whiskey and then continued. "You know, there's nothing I despise more than liars and manipulators. I had a brush with one of those snakes years back that left me jaded for a long time after. You remember him, right?” “I do.” Liam replied. I could tell he was already getting uncomfortable.

"What do you mean it's not funny? A lot of them were giggling because of my joke so you should too." With her state in crazy mode, there was no way that he could talk to her seriously so he just let out a heavy sigh before ignoring her. When they finally settled in their seats, Hyperion chose to go to sleep rather than face his crazy wife again who would probably do something embarrassing again. He did not care anymore because the more he reacted, the more she would push through with her not-really-funny jokes. But since they were finally in a private place, she decided to confront Hyperion about the case of Stacey. She did not get the necessary information from Klauss because of the bloody