You Know Like A Liar Novels & Stories

She smiled wider. “Which means I definitely should say it.” I sighed. “Go ahead.” “You like him.” I froze. For a second. Just a second. Then— “No.” “Ciara—” “No,” I repeated, firmer this time. “I don’t.” She stared at me. Unimpressed. “You’re a terrible liar.” “I’m not lying.” “You are,” she said. “And it’s obvious.” I shook my head. “It’s not like that.” “Then what is it like?”

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

“No one else here; it’s a prime chance to learn something new about the boy your classmates like to whisper about when they think he’s not listening.” She thought it over for a moment before shaking her head again. “It’s too embarrassing.” “Then I’ll guess.” “How will you know if you’re right?” He smirked, pleased she’d at least forgotten his ability to hear lies. “I suppose it only matters that you know I’m right.”

Judging by how much money they gleaned from you over the years, perhaps this is a trick they pulled to swindle you out of money. Just like that, she made it look like Mom and I were nothing but gold-diggers. Indeed, Mom's medical bills had weighed heavily on our finances over the years. Hans seemed to have realized this too, and his expression immediately hardened. "Lauren, we've been married for ages. There's no need to lie to me. I hate liars like you the most!" he spat. "Stay here and reflect on yourself. I'll go confirm whether your mom's situation is true."

Hasan Liar. Liar. Fucking liar. I repeated the words like a mantra, each syllable clawing at my insides until I was on the verge of blacking out—spiraling into a dark hole I wasn’t planning to crawl out of alone. If I go down, I’m dragging a trail of bodies with me. Taty lied to me.

Another sinister laugh slices through the air and pushes me to my ultimate limit. This can’t be true. He is lying. I know it.

Next, she rose to her feet so that she would sit on one of the chairs in the room instead of remaining on the floor like she had been doing when I pinned her down. I watched her get settled before clearing her throat. "There are different types of liars; the Liars who are very good at their stories and the little liars who cannot stick to one story," she explained. I narrowed my eyes as I listened to her speak. Could my father be a professional Liar? Could he be a criminal? "Now professional Liars make sure they memorize whatever story they plan to tell you so that it's always the same when they tell it. The details never change even if you were to ask them ten years later. They are that goo

How could that man say those words? ‘You like it, though,’ Lia teased. ‘Shut up.’ I complained. ‘Why are you even upset with him?’ ‘It’s.. like a habit. I feel like.. this is how we roll.’ I chuckled inwardly at her, to which she scoffed. ‘Do not tell him that, or else I’ll really eat your most hated foods!!!’ I threatened Lia, and she replied, ‘Don’t worry, girl, that is so embarrassing for me to admit.’

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.

“At dawn. Alone. Without security. Without telling anyone.” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to nod. “Yes.” For a long moment, silence pressed between us. His gaze pinned me where I stood, sharp as a blade, cutting deeper the longer it lingered. Finally, he stepped closer. “You’re lying.” My breath hitched, but I shook my head quickly. “I’m not.” His lips curved, not in a smile, but something colder. “You forget, Zaria. I grew up in a house of liars. I know the look of a lie better than anyone and I also know what you’re capable of.”