Your Eternal Lies Novels & Stories

“God is not as holy and as righteous as you think, and neither are angels. We lie, we kill, we destroy and we feel it’s justified because it’s God’s will but in truth, it’s still evil acts. I consider my situation as liberating because I no longer have to do those things and lie to myself about them, I do them now only out of love and an instinct to survive. “Eternity is overrated, and so is holiness,” Hannah said and turned away from Selene. Before Selene could even process everything that Hannah had just said to her, a strong gust of wind began to blow within the walls of the store. At first, it was just a wild breeze but it grew larger and stronger, sending utensils, props and furniture m

Julian suggests, holding his glass out. “No more lies,” Nikita adds with a shrug. “I agree wholeheartedly, no more lies.” Layla moves her glass forward and they all look at me. I exhale slowly and nod, cocking a brow before I clink my glass with theirs. “No more lies!” they say in unison before we all drink. But the truth is, for the ones I love, I’ll continue to lie till the very end. THE END

he snapped. “Vivian said nothing to grandfather. She did not make any calls to him, maybe…” “Lies!” Ethan growled, the anger in his voice made me flinch. My fingers curled into a fist, my nails digging into palms enough to cause pain. “Absolutely lies. You are always lying, Leah. All you and your family tell are complete lies,” he said sharply, his voice dropping with venom. “Everything about you is a lie. You must take pleasure in this right?

I added flames coiling invitation. Dialogues rippled agreement web eternal no fractures loyalties iron new beginnings unbound. Chambers evening rut simmered eternal Alexander pulling close lips nuzzling scar possessive nip dark shivers. "New harmonies call," growled stripping slow hands roaming tease. "But first claim you deeper." "Yes take me storm born own this body eternal," I moaned flames surging as bodies clashed pace building savage thrusts deep pleasure blinding bond purring. Eternity deepened unity boundless world ours echoes bound new.

’’ he again still confused ‘’the transformation’’ I said as I saw a wave of emotions go through his eyes, you went from confused to happy then sad then concerned with an undertone of Fear ‘’Are you sure? the transformation is not a decision to make on a whim if you do this it's permanent forever for eternity There is no turning back there is no stopping in between you will be tied to me for the rest of Eternity’’

"And what the hell are you supposed to be? Rachel is my woman. She's been with me for ten years; how long has she been with you? You think you can steal her from me..." Slap! Before he could finish, I slapped him hard across the face. "Louis, wake up! "We were over a long time ago. Walsh & Co. is going bankrupt because of your own problems. You hired Flora, and you fired me. Regretting it now is utterly useless. "I am already at Whitfield Architecture. Don't even dream about me ever going back." The slap seemed to finally knock some sense into Louis. He stared at me blankly. "That doesn't matter. As long as you're willing to make up with me, we can be together again. This time, I promise you

and "Human Grace." Do not look for me in the 'Chronicle', Ethan. Look for me in the 'Iron Silence' of a job well done. Look for me in the eyes of the people you choose to love without a 'Functional' reason. The 'Legacy' is a lie. The only truth is the 'Friction' of being alive. Ethan folded the letter, his "Muscular" hands trembling slightly. He looked at Aria. She was his "Moral Anchor," the woman who had seen the "Apex Asset" and the "Furious Youth" and loved the "Human Error" in between.

"Ethan, please... put the paper down. Let me explain "What is this?!" Ethan screamed, his voice breaking into a sob as he threw the envelope onto the marble island counter. "You sat in a specialist's office today! You have a dangerous heart condition! Your heart muscle is damaged, you need a defibrillator, and you can never play hockey again!" Adrian took a slow step forward, raising his hands in a calm, placating gesture. "Ethan, listen to me "Don't tell me to listen!" Ethan cried out, taking a sharp step back, wiping his wet eyes with the back of his sleeve. "You've been lying to me for two whole weeks! Every morning! Every night! Every time you kissed me and told me everything was routine

“That’s Lyra. They say it’s named after a lyre that could charm even the gods.” “It’s beautiful,” I whisper. “You always look at things like that,” he says suddenly, voice low. “Like you want to believe in the stories. Even the sad ones.” I turn to look at him. He’s already watching me. “It’s easier than believing in silence,” I reply, just as quietly. His hand is still in mine. And I don’t let go. But just as I begin to breathe in that fragile sense of calm, it hits me—this is wrong.

The kind that warns you something terrible is coming. Albert reached for a folder lying on the table beside him. Slowly, carefully, almost reluctantly. Then he placed it in front of me. My gaze dropped to it. The folder was thick, packed with documents, evidence, secrets, and answers. Whatever was inside had the power to change everything. I looked back at Albert. My voice shook. "What's in there?" His expression hardened. And when he answered, his words sent terror racing through me. "The reason your family has been living a lie for seven years."