Wicked Liars Novels & Stories

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?”

Eight years—the best years of my life, wasted on a man who left me covered in scars. "Stand up," I said. "My mother is ashes now. This performance is meaningless. If you’re truly sorry, then go die." I walked away and called the police. After three days in a holding cell, he finally stopped following me. He left a bank card with his entire fortune in my door—I donated every cent to a charity for Omega women.

Most people only interact with a lawyer when their life isn't going well. "My thinking on lawyers is simple. Find the best liar and hire him." Gregory pours a glass of whiskey for himself. "Want one?" I slowly shake my head. "Are you implying that I'm the best liar?" "Exactly," he says, raising the glass. "See, Scar, I could smell it on you from the moment we met. All those lies you tell." "About what, exactly?" I ask, anger rumbling, but also something worse. Worry. Anxiety. "I've been nothing but honest with your father."

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”

"Mr. Winters, please leave me. I know I made a mistake, but there is a bigger reason behind it. Lelia cheated on me. She was in a relationship with me for money. I loved her madly despite knowing that she was greedy for money. But she cheated on me for more money and married a murderous outcast, a cripple. She thought that marrying that murderous outcast cripple would make her rich, but when she saw that her crippled husband had no money, she trapped you in her innocent trap. Don't fall madly in love with her. She is not a good girl. She confessed to me that she was having an affair with you for money. I know you probably didn't know she was married. She looks so innocent that it is hard to

“They must have found a new tactic after you were kicked out.” “No. Wiccans might be made up of liars and assholes but we place honor above all. Whatever or whoever is behind this is betting on the werewolves to the first move to attack Arth. If we do, whatever agreement made will no longer hold.” “I wish I had your faith.” “You don’t have to. Your trust is al I need.”

Everyone was standing around, chattering about what a good time they were having, and yet she noticed that there was no mention made of the men they’d all gone home with last night. That was good. It let her off the hook, at least for now. How could she possibly describe the night she’d had with Cain and Brad? It was a lot safer to talk about the wolves. Wolves were fine. They were so much simpler to deal with than two men who, for whatever reason, appeared to think she was sexy. Which gave her an utterly superb opening. “Ladies, I need to tell you who spent the night in my bed last night.” The room went stone quiet.

The confession stung a little but I consoled myself and said it's because of his anger that he said such. "People like you have a special place in hell, I tell you" he said looking at me angrily. "People like me" I scoffed. "People like me own empires in hell" I uttered in confidence. " You are wicked , pure evil" he shouted in frustration. "Thank you" I responded sarcastically.

“You think I'm arrogant?” Sierra's cheeks burned pink. “I didn't write that!” “Your name was on it.” “It was someone's sick idea of a prank.” “So, you're telling me the ladies got together and forged this note in your name right after we kissed?” Sierra bristled. “You mean that terrible kiss that I didn't consent to!” I stared at her. Was she joking? She had been fully into that kiss! “Listen to me, Sierra,” I said. “You attract the worst kind of men, and I'm not about to line up behind them.”