Your Eternal Lies Novels & Stories

We lit the fireplace and left our wet clothes near the door. The intimacy was slow again. Full of questions and answers. We did not need words for everything, but we never used the bond as a substitute for consent. Later, Elaine rested against my chest. “What does eternal love mean to someone who can feel the Veil?” she asked. “An exaggerated phrase.” She lifted her head. “Romantic.” “Let me finish,” I said, stroking her back. “I can’t promise you an eternity I don’t control. We’ve already died once. We know even gods don’t know every outcome.”

“The Sacrifice Weaver. You wove reality, Jessica, but it is fragile. Your hollowness is my truth. Offer yourself, and reality endures. Resist, and all collapses.” Kade’s roar was a desperate cry, his claws slashing at Eternis, his love a fire that bled from his wounds, his voice a sob of anguish. “You’re not taking her! I’ll rip you apart before I let her go!” Eternis’s form pulsed, and the loom flared, weaving a vision that crushed them: reality erased, the nexus nothing, their bonds unmade, Jessica’s hollowness consuming her, her companions’ faces blank, their love a forgotten echo. The vision was absolute, a future where existence was a myth. The first twist came: Eternis wasn’t her hollo

When I finally picked up, the first thing she said was, “Honey, I’m feeling really unwell today. Can you wire me two thousand dollars? I need to get more asthma medication.” Hearing her voice, a scoff surfaced in my heart. She had no idea I had uncovered her lies. She still thought I was the same gullible fool she could push around. If I sent her the money now, she would definitely use it to refill Derek’s medication. With that thought, I replied coldly, “I’m in the hospital. I don’t have money to send you.”

The pain of every bone in my body shattering was something I would never forget. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't understand. I was clearly the heiress. The DNA test was flawless. So why was I still called a fraud? I tried to find an excuse to deny it. But Yvette didn't press me further. Instead, she said gently, "I understand you might feel resentful that Mr. and Mrs. Cox only came to find you now, but they only just discovered the truth themselves."

The elevator doors slide shut. Quiet returns. But it doesn’t feel empty. His scent still stays behind. I exhale slowly. Once. And only one thought refuses to leave my head. Sia. That infuriating bastard

My index finger rubbed the outline of my lower lips as I watched the picture like it was a movie. Dark brown hair brushed upwards with two fallen strands across his eyes. He looked like he'd come out of a book. A fantasy book. But that only fueled my passion more. Because this kind of man hardly belonged to one woman and I can't risk him breaking their hearts, they would never ever recover. I was doing honorable charity for the hearts of soft women no matter how I looked at it. A glint crossed my eyes in excitement. "You must die, The Viper."

“Do you know how Luca’s empire began? Do you know who he crushed beneath his rise? Do you know the bargains he made to wear that crown?” Her eyes flicked to him. “He told me enough. He’s not perfect, but he” “He lied,” Ethan interrupted, his smile tight. “He painted himself the hero because he knew you couldn’t love the villain. But I will give you the villain’s truth. No masks. No fairy tales.” The words fell heavy, poisonous, yet intoxicating. She clenched her fists in her lap. “I don’t want villains,” she whispered. “I just want the truth.”

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

Evie murmured, contemplating the impossible request. The figure nodded. "A memory, a tangible object, an essence of your reality. The choice is yours. Embrace this bargain, and I shall guide you to the knowledge you seek. Refuse, and the dormant force within Aethel may awaken, unleashing consequences you can't even imagine." Evie and Liam were trapped, caught between an impossible choice and a looming apocalypse. Their arrival in Aethel, a world of breathtaking beauty and hidden secrets, was quickly turning into a nightmare.