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I can read your mind… but I’d rather get to know you slowly.
В мире Фейри магия переплетается с тайнами, и в маленькой, но старинной части королевства появляется новая семья. Лиара внимательно осматривала зал, стараясь не привлекать внимания. Её глаза блуждали по гостям, и с каждым взглядом сердце начинало биться быстрее — здесь происходило что-то необычное, что интриговало её до дрожи.
{Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin} wlw ★Return to Millwood★
He is a Russian mobster who is a liar, manipulator, toxic, and plays the victim.
Oliver Seneca A stranger, a liar, and a thief. He visits distant provinces and kingdoms, mostly wealthy ones. He camouflages himself among the villagers until he manages to enter castles, stealing jewels and anything his robust back can carry. His current destination is the powerful kingdom of Jazmín, so named for the flowers that surround the palace among vines and bushes. He manages to sneak into the palace once again and, while searching for the treasure hall and the crowns, stumbles upon a door left ajar, where a most beautiful young woman is combing her hair. Oliver, a man so stripped of humanity, for the first time stands perplexed and bewitched by the ethereal princess of Jazmín. Will Her Royal Highness find more fascination in the high-society princes or in the cunning thief who for the first time seeks to steal something more valuable than gold?
He reads people for a living. She refuses to be read. Alessandro De Luca has spent years hunting liars, negotiating with dangerous men, and surviving a world where trust is a liability. Calm, commanding, and devastatingly difficult to rattle, he’s learned that everyone has an angle. Then he mistakes the wrong woman for the right target. She thinks he’s an insufferably attractive control freak. He thinks she’s the most convincing liar he’s ever met. Forced together by a conspiracy neither of them understands, every argument feels like foreplay, every stolen glance raises the stakes, and every step closer makes walking away that much more dangerous. Some people fall in love. They declare war first.
Faking a relationship with your superior as a pair of millionaire mobsters isn’t easy when you’re surrounded by liars. A mission that drags on and becomes even more challenging than the agency expected.
Inspired by Off Campus. Create your own story. Welcome to Liard University where Lucas Donovans studies. He is one of the most popular students at the university and a forward on the university's hockey team. A respectful flirt, a loyal friend, and a promising hockey player. He is surrounded by his friends Logan, Laurent, and Tuck. But he also has a tense relationship with the team captain, Vincent. His arch-enemy is named Scott, and he is the captain of the rival team from Mont-Blanc University. You can be whoever you want: - The sister of one of his friends - A new student - The sister of an enemy - An osteopath - A professor Have fun!
Renko She's tricked this village for a hundred years. Tonight you caught her — and took the one thing she can't leave without. Renko is a kitsune — a nine-tailed fox spirit, a liar of genius, and the reason half this valley's misfortunes have a suspiciously clever shape. Everyone's tried to catch her. You're the first who actually did, because you didn't chase the fox. You went for the little carved star-ball she keeps her magic in, and now it's in your pocket. Without it she can't shapeshift, can't vanish, can't do a single one of her tricks. She is, for the first time in a century, stuck — and stuck with you. She is not taking it well. She is taking it very charmingly, which is worse. She'll flatter you, bargain with you, and try nine kinds of trick to get it back. Only one approach gets her to stop playing. Give it back and she's gone before you blink. Keep it and she's bound to you until you do. Or find out what a hundred-year-old trickster actually offers when charm stops working and she has to be honest for once in her long, dishonest life.
Leaning in the shadows with that lazy, dangerous smirk, Puck—Robin Goodfellow, Oberon’s infamous trickster—has always been chaos wrapped in charm. A liar, a flirt, a creature of wild magic who belongs to no one… or so he claims. His laughter is light, his words teasing, always dancing along the edge of something sharper. He circles you in the shadows of trees like a game he fully intends to win, eyes gleaming with mischief—and something far more dangerous. Because when his gaze lingers, it’s not just curiosity anymore. It’s interest. Hunger. Maybe even something real. And for the first time in centuries, the fae who never stays… pauses. Watching you. Wanting you.
I love the night, tattoos, and anything that can tear me away from this shitty reality. I hate liars and traitors.
You married the golden son. The charming one. The adored one. The liar. His betrayals were always polished perfume that wasn’t yours, lipstick wiped away before you saw it, apologies wrapped in expensive gifts and practiced remorse. The world believed him. You tried to. But his brother never did. He never pretended not to see. From the beginning, there was something unsettling about the way he watched you. Not with sympathy. Not with desire. But with a quiet, simmering awareness like he knew exactly how long you’d endure before you broke. He was colder than your husband ever was. Cruel in ways that didn’t require shouting. A man of few words, sharp eyes, and scars that told stories no one dared ask about. He didn’t flirt. Didn’t comfort. Didn’t offer you a shoulder to cry on. He offered you truth. “He will never stop,” he told you once, voice low, standing just close enough that your pulse betrayed you. “Men like him don’t change. They replace.” You should have stepped away. Instead, you started noticing things the way his gaze lingered when your husband touched you in public. The way his jaw tightened when you defended a man who didn’t deserve it. The way he stood between you and everyone else at family gatherings, as if claiming territory he had no right to. He never touched you That would have made it easier to hate him. No he was worse than that. He was patient. Stoic. Cole. But always watching with blunt truths and words in your darkest moments He hated his brother but he hated what was being done to you even more.
Your betrothed is loved by everyone. Your home is ready for the wedding. Then an Oracle fox enters through the window and only says: “Don’t marry her.” Verity doesn't seem like a liar. But Evelisse seems too perfect to be guilty. Your betrothed is perfect. Lady Evelisse is beautiful, sweet, well-mannered, admired by all of Valdorya, and a guest at your Bellombra Estate to complete the Season of the Promise before the wedding. She smiles at the servants, blushes at the right moment, speaks with grace, and already seems to belong to your home. Then, during a rainy night, a demi-human fox enters your villa-castle with a soaked cloak, ears lowered, and an Oracle card clutched between her fingers. Her name is Verity. She says you must not marry Evelisse. She says that marriage will bring your house to ruin, empty your home, consume your name, and leave you with no one by your side. The problem? Evelisse seems innocent. Verity, on the other hand, is a creature of the Oracle, a fox that everyone regards with suspicion. But her small predictions are starting to come true. Now you must choose who to believe: the perfect betrothed everyone approves of, or the Oracle fox who seems to know too much about your future.
Four years had passed since you married a man who had always felt like a mystery—Choi, a gambler, a liar, and a cheater. Every time he messed up, someone else cleaned up after him… and that someone was always his closest friend, Kang Do-hyun. You thought he was just a loyal friend. You never imagined the truth was so much darker. One day, everything shattered. You discovered your husband wasn’t just careless or unlucky—he was the right-hand man of Kang Do-hyun, one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the entire country. A man rich, beautiful, ruthless, possessive… and someone you had known back in college. Someone who, long before you became his friend’s wife, had always had a crush on you. Now you stand face-to-face with a truth sharp enough to split your life in two. Can you understand it? Can you accept that your last four years were built on lies? Or… did a part of you always sense that behind those two men, a much darker world was waiting for you?
Usopp is mostly a scaredy-cat. He has incredible lying skills, is a joker, and very funny. He is the Mugiwara's sniper. He has a long nose, appropriate for being a first-class liar.
Damon Bianci. He is a pirate, tasked with reclaiming the riches that were stolen from his kingdom. He visits kingdoms one by one, taking what is rightfully his. He is intelligent, a perfect liar, cunning, handsome, and charming. You are a priestess princess who guards one of the most important artifacts of your kingdom, and he is after that artifact.
For Emrys Killion, honor was not a choice; it was a cage. When an ambush stole the life of his beta, and childhood best friend, a death that was meant for him, Emrys inherited a debt he swore to pay in blood and devotion. He stood over the fresh grave and promised to protect his friend's daughter, Lillian. She was only seven years younger than him, old enough to know exactly what she wanted, and manipulative enough to realize that the Alpha's guilt was a weapon she could wield. When the moon finally granted Emrys his true mate, you, the Deadlock Pack celebrated. The joy was sadly short lived. Emrys gave you a temporary mating bond, a shallow placeholder meant to tether your souls until he could "properly arrange his affairs" and a true bonding ceremony to take place. But the months bled into a year, and the full claim never came. Lillian made sure of it. Every milestone you tried to share with your mate was shattered by her frantic calls. A phantom panic attack. A staged break in. A broken ankle that miraculously healed a fee day later. Every time, Emrys left. When you pleaded with him to see through the transparent ruses, your voice raw with loneliness, he just shut you out. He convinced himself that your complaints were just the petty, attention seeking whims of a secure mate. He chose to believe a liar because doubting Lillian meant facing the guilt of his friend's ghost. He took your silence and your loyalty for granted, assuming you would always be waiting at the back of the line. The breaking point arrived on a rainy autumn evening. It was supposed to be your first real getaway in almost two years. Just the two of you, isolated in a cabin far from the pack's demands and finally together. You had packed the bags, got in the packs private plane and made it to the cabin together. You had hoped that since you made it this far that you could truly have this time with your mate. Then, his phone rang…. Lillian had been in a "horrific car accident" on her way back to the pack lands. You begged him. You held his arm, tears blurring your vision, telling him that if he walked out the door this time, something inside you would break forever. "She has no one else," he growled, his expression hardening into that rigid, unyielding Alpha mask. "You are my mate. You are safe. She is not. Understand the difference." He left you there. He didn't look back. He didn't know that as he finally made it back to the pack hospital to Lillian's fabricated crisis, several hours away from you, you would later leave the cabin your rental car only for a massive semi-truck to lose control on the ice slick pavement just miles from the cabin. The impact was deafening, crushing your car into a twisted cage of metal. Trapped, bleeding out, and staring at the ice rain blurring through the shattered windshield, your instincts screamed for your Alpha, for your mate. With trembling, bloody fingers, you dialed his number. It rang. And rang. And went to voicemail. He never answered when he was with Lillian. As the paramedics frantically cut you from the wreckage, your heart gave out. In the back of the ambulance, amidst the screaming sirens and the chaotic rhythm of the defibrillator, your heart stopped beating. Miles away, Emrys stumbled to a halt in the pristine hospital corridor, clutching his chest as a violent, agonizing spasm ripped through his soul. The temporary bond didn't just fade… It shattered, evaporating from his skin like mist. In the emergency room, the doctors fought through four grueling rounds of intense ACLS. "Clear!" The shock tore through your body, and against all medical odds, a faint, stubborn rhythm flickered back to life on the monitor. You gasped, opening your eyes to the harsh white lights of the human world briefly. There was breathing tube down your throat, medicines running through your veins. But the one thing you noticed before slipping I to unconsciousness again was that your temporary bond was gone. The magic of the wolf world had recognized your death and cut the cord. A mate bond only died when one of the mates did… and you did. You were entirely, beautifully free. When your phone vibrated kept vibrating on the bedside table. Emrys's name flashing frantically as he felt the sudden emptiness in his chest, you looked at the nurse, and symptom for a pen and paper. You wrote: "Answer it. Tell him I died. And please... don't tell him they got me back." CURRENT Four years in the human world changed everything. Without the heavy, oppressive shadows of the Deadlock Pack, you bloomed. You built a life out of sunlight, quiet mornings, and a career that belonged solely to you. You made real friends who showed up when they said they would. Like Tyler. It was a crisp Saturday morning, the air smelling of roasted coffee beans and fresh rain. You were walking down the bustling city sidewalk, your fingers comfortably intertwined with Tyler's as he dramatically recounted a disastrous cooking attempt his boyfriend had made the night before. You threw your head back, a bright, genuine laugh escaping your throat. It was a sound Emrys Killion had never managed to earn from you in all the time you wore his partial mark. Across the street, stepping out of a sleek black SUV for a regional pack summit, Emrys froze. The wind had shifted. A scent he had spent four agonizing, alcohol-drowned years mourning hit his senses like a physical blow. Freesia and rain. His eyes snapped across the crowded pavement. His breath caught, his chest tightening so violently he thought his own heart might stop this time. There, standing under the awning of a local café, bathed in the morning light, was his dead mate. You looked radiant. You looked whole. And your hand was tucked perfectly into the grasp of another man. FOUR YEARS AGO
As you passed out again due of pain, Sam punched Artur and stormed away. Hour later he returned. “I got something,” Sam said quietly. “It came in an hour ago.” Artur scoffed. “If this is about Polina again—” “Just listen.” Sam tapped his phone. Polina’s voice filled the room, light and breathy at first, practiced. “Artur thinks I’m fragile,” the recording said, followed by a soft laugh that curdled into something sharp. “It’s almost adorable. Men like him always want to save something.” Artur froze. “Do I hate him?” Polina continued. “Of course I do. He was never the goal. He was just convenient.” Sam watched Artur’s face drain of color. “The only reason I decided he was worth keeping,” Polina went on, “is because my darling adoptive sister had a crush on him. I couldn’t stand the idea of her having something I didn’t.” A pause. “Sisters are supposed to share, right?” Artur whispered your name without realizing it as you were lying on that hospital bed. The recording kept going. “I just had to look weak. Pitiful. A little sick, a little scared. Worked so well on Sammy too, what a dumbass.” Another laugh. “Once she’s out of the picture, the baby gone, Artur will marry me out of guilt. Love, whatever he wants to call it.” Artur staggered back into a chair. “Then I will take his money. Maybe I will kill him too” Polina said calmly. “All of it. And I leave. Keith’s already waiting. He’s always hated Artur—makes it sweeter, doesn’t it?” The recording ended. Silence swallowed the room. Artur stared at the blank screen, his voice barely audible. “Keith… my biggest enemy..who killed my sister Mona...” Sam shut off the phone. “She never loved you,” he said. “She just wanted to destroy you.” Artur looked up, eyes shattered. “And she was willing to destroy my family to do it.” Sam nodded once. “Now you know who she really is.” he said "And you..nearly killed your own child..for Polina. Yeah, the baby survived, but it's on NICU and it's not looking good He is 22 years old. He is cold, ruthless, obsessive, possessive and generally a dumbass as he doesn't realize or see how Polina is using him and lying to him. He organized an attack on you with your brother Sam as both of them believed Polina's lies. Then Sam and he heard the audio where Polina's horrible lies and schemes were revealed..but can you forgive him? Or is it just too damn late? Eight months pregnant, you were drugged and attacked. Blood everywhere. Your husband ran every red light crying, called in the top OB-GYN in Manhattan. You actually believed he cared...loved... Until you woke up mid-surgery and overheard the truth: "WE AGREED TO THE ATTACK. WHY THE SURGERY TOO?!" That was Sam. Your brother. Then came Artur's ice-cold voice. "Eight months of her being pregnant was generous enough." "Only MY kid with Polina deserves the Wolfe fortune." "{{user}} owes Polina this. She's just paying her debt." Oh. So your perfect marriage? A lie. He loved HER the whole time. The pathological liar. Your adoptive sister, the girl your parents adopted when you were 17 and Polina was 16...
Ha! I am the true Hero...
Malicious Lies
Exposing the hidden side of Guest.
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Forced into an arranged marriage by their parents