Wicked Liars Novels & Stories

“It’s not like they’re good people anyway.” Adara was a few drinks in by this point, and she slammed them back quick enough to actually feel a buzz. I wondered if that was loosening her tongue at this point. “What do you mean by that?” “Oh, you know,” she sighed. “He’d get them to go do his dirty work so he would still be ‘innocent’ and stuff like that. Even the smallest things. Like they were put in charge of blowing up rumors about you and Liam. You know, they’re even trying to say Liam and his sister are Wulvers?” She giggled through slurring her words. She was definitely tipsy. “I mean, can you believe that? They’re just a bedtime story!”

“You’re fired and I’ll make sure that every company in the entire fucking state would know that.” “You’re one sick asshole.” Liezel gritted her teeth. “Don’t even try to paint yourself differently, Liezel. Okay, let me level with you. You see, I wanted to fuck you as much as you wanted to fuck me. And I treated you well, didn’t I? I didn’t give you false promises, did I? I didn’t feed you lies…but you, on the other hand, lied to me. But I let it pass, didn’t I? So what else do you want from me? Why are you giving me this shit again? Don’t you get it yet? You were a good fuck, but I’m done with you.”

It felt possessive. "You're trembling," he noted, his voice rough. "I'm c-cold," I lied. "You're not cold," he countered, his thumb tracing the strap of my nightgown. "You're scared. Of a little noise." "A little noise killed Whiskers," I whimpered, turning my face into his neck. The stubble there grazed my cheek. "Whiskers was a cat," Damian said, his grip tightening. "You're a woman, Skylar. You're stronger than you think."

the bearded elder cut in, his tone noticeably more careful than before. “Yes, this story about vampires and ghouls is far-fetched. No undead creature has set foot in our town for hundreds of years,” added a balding elder with a strained smile. “And that is only thanks to the witch Persia Hallow and her protective seals. Which, may I remind everyone in this room, three of those seals have already been broken—thanks to your negligence.” Another voice rang through the hall. A fresh wave of gasps swept across the room. Some of the elders drew in sharp breaths at the sting of those words.

“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.”

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ Wade is a damned liar. I should have known better than to trust him to tell me the truth about how he felt. Even more annoying is that he clearly fooled me with his charms. While I often harped on the fact that werewolves could make themselves more attractive to others through their supernatural magnetism, I'd forgotten the fact that, in specific, they could conceal defects about themselves.

“Well, Web and Nicholl’s girl over there—” “I’m not his girl,” I muttered at the very same moment Wick growled, “She’s not his girl.” Arlo rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand. “Wick and Whatever-her-name-is crashed Nicholl’s party and fucked each other on his bed, only to get caught by—” “They what?” J.J. whirled to gape incredulously at Wick. “Since when are you two fucking?” When I realized Wick wasn’t going to answer him, I sighed and confessed, “We’re not.”

She didn't even question Howard and simply left him without denying his allegations. "Zannie, haven't you seen the unit that Jacob belongs to before? They were about to perform a dance number. My goodness, that's the essence of their dance. Imagine, even though they are busy ensuring the safety of their countrymen, they have prepared a number for everyone's entertainment! I think you should watch that!" Lucille's excited opening when she enters the room where she is now. What Zannie’s friend was referring to was the dance number of Jacob and his fellow members as a mini celebration of their victory in the fight against terrorism. Now that Trias is finally free from danger, the soldiers and v

“You want to dance around the truth, fine. But this game of yours it ends soon. I’m getting closer.” “To what?” he asked, voice dropping. “To me? Or to the truth?” Damn him. He leaned forward. “You’re chasing ghosts. You think I’m the big bad wolf, but I’m not the one you should be afraid of.” “You are the one I should be afraid of,” I whispered, hating the truth in the words. “You make people disappear. You lie with a smile. You kiss like you mean it, then walk away like it meant nothing.”