Your Lie In April Novels & Stories

“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

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.

"I never imagined I would have a child out of wedlock, that it would be with a man I met a month ago. That my parents would turn their backs on me and choose their status and friendships. I feel many things for you, Ryan, but I refuse to admit it. How can I trust you if you have already lied to me once?" "April, it does not matter if we have known each other for two years, one month, or five days. I know you are in love with me, I can feel it. That is normal. The attraction you feel is because something inside you knows I am not lying when I say you are my mate, my woman, and the sole owner of my life." She did not know that when she placed her hands on my chest, perhaps impulsively, the lit

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

"Hopefully." He forced a smile. "I'll go now. Have a nice day," and he bade the both of them before leaving the house. Adelina stared at herself in the mirror. Was she wrong to have started this lie? Yes, she felt it. But she also thought it was the best way to forget him for good. Jonathan was always going to be the same arrogant, womanizer she had met a couple of years back and she felt stupid to have thought for a second, that he could change because of her. For her.

I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but who was he to detect what I was up to since he wasn’t telepathic?.

Didn't care. I just stared at him. Said nothing. "Isa. Say something. Anything. Please." He wrung his hands, in real pain. This was how he used to be when I'd gone quiet on him. Begging me not to give him the silent treatment. Pain made him human again. He wasn't the untouchable Don anymore. He was almost that gentle broke kid again. But I wasn't that girl anymore. The one he'd lied to. Nothing real grows out of a lie.

Not now. Some truths… are too dangerous to speak out loud. So for now, I have to ask you to trust something you cannot see. Before I can tell the truth… I have to live a lie. Just know this— No matter where I go… No matter what happens… I will always love you. And I know… in some way… you will always love Michelle. That is something I have accepted. Even if it hurts. Goodbye, John. For now. —Jasmine ⸻

With his hands and feet tied, he inched his way forward bit by bit. While crawling, Theo said out loud, “Dean, I’m sorry! I was wrong! “I shouldn’t have lied about your sister and left her to die. It was wrong of me to switch out the ashes and have your mother’s ashes dumped in the water. “It’s all my fault. Giselle and Palmer are not involved. It’s all on me.” With the truth out, Giselle and Palmer looked at the stairwell with hopeful eyes. They stood in anticipation for the man who had always stood by them.

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