Your Lie In April Character Novels & Stories

“You told me you had cancer, and I had the chance to stay by your side, to walk with you through your final days. “Why did I have to lie to you? Why did I let you leave, so full of grievance and sorrow? “I deserve to die! Jessica deserves to die! If not for her, I wouldn’t have lied to you, I wouldn’t have cheated, I wouldn’t have hurt you so many times. “Let me make it up to you, Lorien.” Pierce’s eyes turned bloodshot, and I glimpsed something fierce and ruthless in them. To anyone watching, he would have seemed like a man consumed by love and grief, a deeply devoted husband. But in truth, his rot ran bone-deep. And I? I simply floated coldly by his side, a sneer on my lips. It’s far too l

She ran to him, and he caught her, the embrace a desperate, full-body reunion that was both a hello and an apology for all the lies they had to live. "I missed you," he confessed, the words raw, stripped of all political pretence. "Every moment felt like a lie. I don't want to play the Asset anymore, Lara." "Then don't," she breathed, pulling him toward the crumbling stone steps of the tower. "Tonight, there is no Rachna, no Karen, no team. Just us. And the truth." They climbed to the top, where the tower's open, broken crown offered a panoramic view of the dark, sleeping world. It was a vantage point of power, and here they finally shed their roles.

“How can I get this excellent lunch?” Mr. Ahmed sat on the chair in a relaxed position, closing his eyes as if to recall something, “At the party that day, I met a very interesting girl. I couldn't believe there was a girl in the world who kept my eyes off her the first time I met her. She has chestnut brown hair, glittering brown eyes and plump lips. As soon as I saw her I thought-” He opened his eyes, looked at me, “-why in the world is such a beautiful angel. Her name is Lia. She told me that she was Ivor Mitchell's assistant, that was you.”

I watched as he went back up to the porch and opened the door. “I got arrested.” That still made no sense. There had to be more. “We’d been having issues and I fell back on some things I’d been doing before I met her. I lied about it and downplayed the whole situation. I didn’t realize the whole story would make the evening news. We’d just sat down to watch a movie when my face popped up on the screen along with—” He cut himself off and forced a smile. “She’d been struggling for a while with post-partum depression and things from your dad. I never thought it would escalate to what it did.”

April wiped her tears quickly when she heard the door to the slave quarters creak open. Jessica stepped inside, her usual warm smile faltering when she noticed April's red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face. Concern washed over Jessica as she hurried over to April’s side, kneeling beside her. "April, what’s wrong?" Jessica asked softly, reaching out to brush a tear from April’s cheek. "Why are you crying?" April bit her lip, trying to control the trembling in her voice. She couldn’t tell Jessica the truth, couldn’t let her friend know the secret she was now forced to carry. So she forced herself to lie, her voice barely above a whisper.

April knew that Mateo was playing with her emotions, she knew he wanted to have the last laugh but she wouldn't let it happen, at least not for tonight. "All a lie you say?" She muttered softly, reached out and casually touched his shoulder, caressing it lightly and without meaning to, Mateo sucked in a breath and leaned into her touch. April's brow rose in amusement at the new discovery that it was quite easy to lead him on and his strong headedness was a facade.

“So I misunderstood that this guy is your friend. And I misunderstood that you guys are engaged and want to get married. And I'm sure I got it wrong, too, that you were just lying to me the whole time.” She held up her hands in a soothing manner. "I didn't lie to you..." "No, you didn't," he interrupted, his tone now caustic. 'You just kept a few things secret, that's something else entirely, of course. A little secret here, a little swindle there—none of that bad.” “Let me at least explain how it happened,” she pleaded desperately. "Well, I'm really looking forward to it. What are you going to tell me this time?" He smiled cynically: "You can skip that, you don't seriously expect that I'll