Your Lie In April Character Novels & Stories

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

It took me extra seconds to realize I was gawking at him. Oh My God. I quickly looked away in embarrassment, releasing my pent-up breath. Jesus. What the heck, Willow? He laughed. It was a husky, croaky sound. “Where's April?” “She…uh…she had to go home with some friends. A group project.” Those were the lies April made me memorize just in case her Father asked about her. “And you? Why didn't you go with them?” I looked at him. Something about the question felt so genuine that it almost had me tearing up.

Hoping I’d heard wrongly. “I can’t do this anymore.” Sapphire breathed heavily, her voice cracking as she continued. “Every day I wake up feeling like a stranger in my own home. I can’t keep wallowing in guilt. My husband… my kids… I can’t… keep lying to them!. I will do anything. Anything to get out of…” “So what are you gonna do about it?.” Lyra asked, cutting in. “You shouldn’t be here if you are so sure of what you want, my dear. You should be at the Don’s… tea-talking with Lazarus.”

Her soft voice pulled Conrad out of his rage and he finally realized that April had been in the room the whole time. "April? I... I..." He stuttered nervously but it did nothing to erase the disappointment on her face. "Conrad, what have you become?" Her voice was choked with tears and a drop fell from her eyes. I saw the shock in his face. He knew he had acted out of line. "April, it's... None... I... He... He is lying! I didn't do any of those things to him. You have to believe me." April said nothing and simply shook her head slowly.

“I’m happy to help, Mr. Leonardo.” He shook Andreas’s hand firmly. Then Andreas pulled him into a rare, quiet hug. From the far end of the room, April stood, her body half turned away, uncertain. Her face was pale, more than the others could see. She wasn’t just physically weak…she was emotionally shaken, carrying a secret far more terrifying than anything that had happened this past week. But she waited, holding her breath, unsure of what would happen when Mia noticed her. And Mia did. The room fell silent again, tension taut as wire. April took a step forward. “Hi, Mia…” she whispered, eyes darting to Susan, who offered her a silent nod of encouragement.

April was lying in bed, her blue eyes fixed on me with a mixture of fear and longing. "Ryder," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I smiled, trying to reassure her, and crossed the room to her bedside. I leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her lips. "Hey, April. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.” April's POV As the full moon drew near, my condition worsened. The strange symptoms intensified, leaving me weak and vulnerable. But my alphas, Ryder, Kayson, and Ronan, remained by my side, their love and care a constant source of comfort.

The lie did not undo the denial. He looked at Miguel. Miguel was looking at him. The arms were no longer crossed — they were at his sides, and his face had lost the controlled calculation it usually wore and was showing something underneath that Paul had rarely seen on him. Something that looked, stripped of everything else, like a person who has just had the story they told themselves about their own life taken away from them, and who doesn’t yet know what story replaces it.

"Liam Cross. Beta of this dysfunctional pack and keeper of Tyler's last remaining brain cell." Despite myself, I smile. I shake his hand. "April West." "Ah, she smiles. Good. I was worried Ty had already beaten the spirit out of you." Liam shoots Tyler a look. "You haven't, have you?" "Not yet," Tyler says flatly. "Are you going to train her or flirt with her?" "Can't I do both?" Liam winks at me, then grows more serious. "Alright, April West. Let's see what we're working with. Stand up straight. Shoulders back. Chin up."

The moment where I could back out, could choose a different path, could tell the truth and face whatever came. But then I thought about Vanessa Klein's smile when she had called me a disease. About Liam's cold voice saying I had served my purpose. About my baby growing up without protection in a world full of Klein family ruthlessness. "I'm sure," I said, turning to face him. "I want this." The biggest lie of all. But Arthur believed it because he wanted to believe it. He kissed me again, deeper this time, and I made myself respond, made myself touch him back, made myself play the part.

Mei said slowly, “John…” “No,” I said under my breath. “No… that’s not possible…” But the handwriting— The detail— It was real. “I stayed hidden,” I continued reading, my voice barely steady. “Here… for most of that time.” Here In this place. “I’m sorry I had to lie…” “I’m sorry I had to stay away from you…” My chest felt like it was collapsing. “I know you’ll have questions…” “Hundreds…” “Thousands…” A bitter breath escaped me. “Yeah…” I muttered.