Wicked Liars Novels & Stories

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.

Stumbling back three feet, caught off guard, Wicked snarls, touching his lower lip with a look of rage blazing in his green irises. “You fucking bitch!” Wicked growls, looking at his fingers that have a splash of blood tainting them. Ele violently wipes her hand across her mouth, then spits at Wickeds’ feet with disgust. “You will live to regret stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to you, Wicked Ripley.” She hisses as she straightens her spine. “My last set of words weren’t for you to prove me wrong.” A sinister chuckle vibrates from Wickeds’ chest as he combs his fingers through his silky black hair. “It’s true what they say about the Drakos’ women.”

She was on a black mask. Two other females stood beside her, but in different bitchy dress manners. They rested on the bar stools, having a drink. Meanwhile, in a room covered in transparent color, a dangerous man was seen with sluts flirting around him. His men stood guarded as he had his fun. LIAM WILDER. Eight drug-ruthless lords; this population is a million, and every agent department targets him. Liam Wilder isn’t just someone two or more could catch; he has no wife, no history of children, but his mistresses are thousands.

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.

Stacey asked when Hyperion ended the call. "I have no idea. But surely, if you ask your sister about it, she will most likely tell you. You can call her right now if you want to." Stacey shook her head as she looked out of the window. "It's the total opposite. My sister has always been secretive ever since. She even lied to me before about being a waitress in a bar during her night shifts. It was later that I came to know that she is actually a stripper." Hyperion seemed to have misheard her so he asked, "She is a what?"

Dianna looks at them. "Yes, we know each other," Dianna said, Katara nodded. Janice smirks as if she wins. "B-But w-we a-aren't friends at all, we don't have any business with each other…" "Oh, is that so?" Katara raised her eyebrows as she said 'you freaking liar, feeling close. Iw' a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

“I don’t wish to waste my time on you guys!” Lily stared at the woman’s back and said casually, “Are you afraid of wasting time or letting others see that you’ve failed again?” Mike was baffled. However, Lily’s words infuriated the woman. She suddenly turned around, her husky and shrill voice sounding, “What the f*ck are you guys saying? How dare you claim I failed when you don’t know what it is? Do you think you’re so f*cking great to stand her and spout nonsense?!”

Caden Vitaro had always been the guy who rarely show his real emotion. He had learned to wear a mask long before he became a public icon. As much as he wanted to rip out the façade he created to protect, not only himself, but his band members as well, he could not just walk away from it all. Unknowingly, he became a puppet of his own shadow. His own greed and selfishness. Maybe that was the reason why he was getting punished.