Your Lie In April Death Novels & Stories

he asks quietly. “It’s Layla. She doesn’t forgive,” I reply, stating the obvious. “Yeah… she doesn’t. I’m still paying the price for one lie,” he mutters. “And here we are. With countless lies spoken,” I remark. “Yeah… because we made a promise, and if lying is the only way to keep that promise, then we carry on lying until the fucking end.” I nod slowly, staring out at the blurred lights that we zoom past. “Yeah, till death do we lie.”

he said, impatiently cutting me off. Then, realizing his sharp tone, he softened his voice to say, "I'm at Cassie's funeral. We'll talk later." After the line went dead, I sat still, staring at my phone for a long time. He had forgotten that today was our fifth wedding anniversary. He was at his first love's funeral, crying as if the world had ended. All I could do was send Rory an apology, and he replied with a sticker. [Cheer up, Jilian. It'll be fine once everything blows over.]

April was short for words, everything seemed like a bad dream and she wondered when she would wake up. "I-I-I... C-Can you untie me" she managed to get out of her parched throat. He stared at April like she had lost her mind, then he was suddenly laughing making her stomach churn. Everything was starting to hurt. He stopped, regarding her long enough to make April uneasy. "Oh we'll come to that pretty face. I thought your first word would have been something like, why did you shoot your best friend but I guess you don't care if he's dead right".

I forced a smile. The sides of Dan’s jaws tensed, “Okay,” he breathed. “Brilliant, I will be back in a minute.” My heart fluttered as I pushed the staffroom door open and moved into the lobby. The bodies of Dan’s men were gone, although the blood remained. April’s body, however, was still behind the reception desk, although she had been covered with a blanket. I lowered myself to her side and held her cold hand. “Oh, April. I am so sorry,” I whispered, a tear rolling down my cheek.

But before I could see my mother in my dream, I saw Jack instead. He looked exhausted, his eyes red as he grabbed my arm. “I knew you weren’t dead. Why did you lie to me?” As he spoke, his voice softened. “Do you know I’ve been going crazy trying to find you? Come on, you’re coming home with me.” He was strong, and I struggled hard. “Let go of me!” “No way. You’ve faked your death to deceive me and Cameron. Can you not act so childishly all the time?”

Her deception weighed heavily on her, fueling her emotional exhaustion and moral ambiguity. She had not planned it that way. She had not sat down and calculated the damage. It had happened in the space of one conversation, one set of carefully chosen words, and by the time she understood what she had done, it was already done. Paul was two years old. Miguel was a newborn. And the foundation of their family had been built on a lie so complete that even Elena, who knew the truth, had started to lose track of where it ended and the story began. She sat in the kitchen one night after both boys were asleep, the flat quiet around her, and looked at the two photographs on the table — one of each bo

Time would heal all my wounds. Just then, my screen lit up with incoming calls. Adrian’s messages flooded in one after another. "Julia, pick up the phone!" I smiled faintly and tapped decline.

The grin returned. Soft. Terrifying. “So removing you?” A slight tilt of his head. “Will be one of our strongest moves.” The screen flickered. And then— Black. ⸻ I didn’t realize I was shaking until the phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor. The sound snapped something inside me. Air rushed back into my lungs in a broken gasp. My parents were dead. Gone. Because of me. Because I ran. Because I lied. Because I thought—

he says and I roll my eyes at him. "What? You didn't say hello first. What did you expect me to say?" I raise one brow and clear my throat and make my voice go deeper, "Yo my man, what's chilling?" He bursts into deep laughter and I can't help but laugh along. After a while of laughing, I ask him, "So why'd you call? Did you already get a girl pregnant?" He let's out a disbelieving gasp and says in a pretend hurt voice, "How could you say that Troy. Of course I haven't gotten a girl pregnant." he says and pauses before adding, "Yet."

What he heard on the other end froze his blood. “Andreas…” Mia’s voice cracked, heavy with grief and panic. “Mia? What's wrong? Talk to me…” He answered quickly. “April… April is dead. She did it, Andreas. Her body finally gave up…” Andreas’s breath hitched. “What?!” He stood so quickly that his chair scraped across the floor. His mother’s wide eyes locked on his. “Mia, stay there. I’m coming,” he said, his voice hardening as panic surged through his veins.