Call me a storyteller not a liar

Do you get excited when people honestly believe the story you are telling and expression on their face changes as per your story? Well, I feed off of people's reactions to my stories. I Call them stories but people around me think it as a Lie.

I am Angel but nothing about me is Angelic. I am a player and Liar..Ooops.. Storyteller from my college. I am a rich, beautiful, prankstar and popular girl in my college. Nothing is Impossible for me. I mean nothing which also includes winning Maxwell. A smart, beautiful, shy and good boy. My next target.

Excerpt:

"I thought you loved me. I believed you". Max said with a broken heart.

" No..I don't. That's the thing my dear. You believed. So now it's clear that I don't love you. We can say goodbye to each other." I smirked at him. Really... He believed I loved him. Looking at his heartbroken face I felt accomplished. I turned to the group of my friends and said" I won the bet..now you all have to do as I say." I said with triumph.

I heard something drop on the ground. I looked back at Max to see his reaction" His face fell ashen. A lone tear rolled down on his cheek. There was a pin drop silence.

Max stepped back and turned. He left silently. I kept on looking at him until he disappeared from my sight.

Two different personalities.

One is a compulsive liar and another one embodiment of Truth.

What happens when Lie becomes truth and Truth becomes lie.

Join me to the Journey of Angel and Maxwell's love story.

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