Maybe It's The Way He Lied

Maybe It's The Way He Lied

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(This is a Loki Fan Fiction. NOT ONE DIRECTION.) When Lyra LaCrey sees something she should have, her life takes a turn downhill, again. When Lyra was eight, the same thing had happened. She saw something not meant for her eyes. She was sent away to a foreign world called earth. Lyra ran and started a new life. She became a thief. She stole what she needed and took it home. Where is home, you might ask. Home was a place with a caved in roof and no heat. That was Lyra' s life. At least, it was until she saw something no human is supposed to see. Well, rather she dough something no human knew of. That's when Lyra learns of a world separate of her own. She learns about what happened when she was eight. Lyra starts to find that she is not all human, and is cast into something bigger then her. Way bigger. Lyra learns of love, betrayal, revenge, passion, hate, blood lust, and the politics of this other world. What will happen between her and this god of mischief while they have battles after battles to fight?
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I saw her and thought she beautiful and thought I could trick her into trusting me. I can get on her good side and then kill her. I walked over to her. She was so beautiful and vulnerable, she trusted me. -a week later- She trusted me enough now to invite me into her house. She told me she was going to go change in her room so I made my way over to the kitchen. She came down asking if I was hungry. "Yes I am, but not for food" " What do you mean?" I lifted the knife over my head and said " I mean I hungry for justice." and I stabbed her. It went through her chest and her heart. She was dead. After I cleaned her up I cleaned up the house with bleach. There was no traces left of the murder. Except her, or so I thought.

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