Your Lie In April Novels & Stories

I said with confidence. He smiled and said, “you didn’t steal the car—you stole something else,” Then, he leaned in, his breath against my skin. Hot. He whispered, “my heart,” My lips parted, but no words came out. His heart? He moved back and saw my cold, irritated expression. “That was supposed to be a joke,” he said and he faked a cough. I kept my face still, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. “I didn’t know even the devil made jokes,” I said and he didn’t seem to appreciate it. Before he could respond, Alex—his bodyguard—appeared.

No it all had to be a lie. Aiden, my supposed love, settling for me as a second choice? The comparison to Laura stung, and I struggled to maintain my composure. "You're just trying to manipulate me," I retorted, my voice shaky but defiant. "Aiden loves me for who I am, not because of some resemblance to someone else." He chuckled dismissively, reveling in all of my discomfort. "Oh, Valerie, you're so naive. Aiden may be with you, but his heart belongs to Laura. You're nothing but just a consolation prize, the one he settled for when he couldn't have the real thing."

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.”

"Last spring, when my stomach was acting up, I didn't tell you because you were so busy with work. In February this year, when we were out of money, we ate plain porridge for two weeks. Just now, when you sent that kid to the hospital, you have no idea how scared I was. I was afraid there'd be another lawyer's letter in front of our door, that I'd never see you again. Is this game of playing poor really fun, Lance? Is it fun to have me running in circles, like I'm a fool? Lance, let me out of the car. You—" I reached for the car door, but he locked it before I could open it. Of course, after five years, he knew me too well. Maybe he'd already thought a thousand times about how to deal with m

I asked. "I have no idea who you are talking about." April said, her voice low. I glanced around the room searching for something to hit. My wolf and I knew April was lying and my wolf wasn't taking kindly to it. He wanted to hunt down the man, tear him to pieces and show April his bones. Growling loudly, I punched the wall, my fist driving right through it. "Don't lie to me! I've seen you! You have been hiding in corners, acting sneaky. If there is something, you better tell me now." I said walking up to her.

There was a higher chance of Elsie getting angry if he agreed. However, April was unwilling to let this go. She was aware that if she insisted, Aiden would not deny her request. She pressed on, and a wave of anger started to gather in her chest. "But brother..." Immediately, Aiden's face turned cold, and he asked, "When you were on a date with the cognoscenti, did I bother you guys? Did I?" April bit her lip, listening to this. Why had her lies caught up with her? She couldn't tell him otherwise, that she couldn't get into any relationship because she only had him tattooed into her heart.

“But I don’t understand… why would he lie like that?” April was silent, as if she were considering her options, trying to understand what was going through Finn's head. “I have no idea either,” she mumbled, still confused. “But are you sure nothing ever happened between you two? There wasn’t… any time when you felt insecure or…” I interrupted her, hand-raising to dispel that train of thought. “No, there wasn’t. There was nothing, April.” She nodded, still looking thoughtful. “So what is he trying to do? Why lie about it?”

“You didn’t lie, not really. You just... left some things out.” April huffed. “That’s the same thing.” Tally smirked. “Then let’s call it selective honesty.” April rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “They’re going to be pissed.” Tally shrugged. “Probably.” April groaned, leaning her hip against the counter. “Great. Thanks for the reassurance.”

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

His voice remains calm. Controlled. That somehow makes it worse. I stare out the glass windows of my office. The city stretches endlessly below. Busy. Loud. Alive. Meanwhile my heart suddenly feels too loud inside my chest. “You left,” I say quietly. Another pause. Then— “I did.” No excuses. No lies. No attempt to deny it. And somehow that annoys me even more. “You don’t get points for honesty now.” “I know that too.” God. Why does he sound like this?