A Half-truth Is A Whole Lie Novels & Stories

She tried her best to quickly think of a good lie to tell right in front of her good friend Gloria. "O-Of course he does! Do you know how much stuff I have to throw away every time because he keeps changing partners and women?" Isaiah replied fast, mixing half truth with half lie to make it sound real and believable for Gloria. "I also have to check the full background and history of each and every woman he hooks up with. It is so tiring and exhausting all the time!"

or the lie that I was happy and we are having a great time with each other? The truth breaks their heart and the lie breaks their trust. I chose the latter. I can explain the whole thing if their trust breaks but telling the truth........ now in this situation breaks the families...... not only the families but also the trust people like Mr. Brown were having on our company, even though he's a pervert.

or starting off with the lie and then telling the truth. But with half-truths, you are telling the truth, and there's nothing for the officers to pick up on. Granted you're not telling them the entire story, but starting off the with the truth is the best way to start a story. The further into it you go, the more lies you can add with less suspicion. Law enforcement officers tend to be less suspicious towards people who start off with the truth. Yes, I'd seen something. Was it something I wasn't supposed to see? No, they trusted me enough to show me everything. Besides, it's not like there was anything they could hide from me digitally and they knew it.

More like, interested in her blue eyes. “That’s a dangerous word.” “No one ever needs it.” She shrugged again. A certain imagination crossed my mind — my damn wet T-shirt clinging to her body, her nipples…. Murmurs from the class pulled me back. “Lies betray. They destroy trust. When the truth comes out, it always does…the damage is worse.” I said, continuing the argument. “That means the truth is owed,” she replied with a tick of her tongue. “Not all truth belongs to everyone.”

He was dumbfounded. "I did lie, but only half-lie. I was going to tell you who I really am but things got in the way." He said while leaning down his face to the bed. Half-lie? Is there such a thing now? Well I guess what I'm also doing is called a half-lie? I'm 50 percent being me and 50 percent trying to be the old me. The jolly, graceful and lively Veronika. "So? What are you going to say? You can say it now." Even though I'm disappointed in him because he lied. I am curious about what he was going to say that made him lie to me.

But when she thought about it later, as she lay nestled in his arms in her bed, she thought that telling lies and telling the truth had a few things in common. She'd learned that if you told one lie, then you were pretty much guaranteed to have to tell another one to explain or justify or cover up that first lie. Then a third lie, to protect the first two lies. Then a fourth, to shore things up and to keep the house of lies from falling down. And on and on, lie after lie, until it was like a snowball barreling on down a hill. You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them.

"If I admit all of that, I have nothing left, no defense, no justification, nothing." "You have nothing left anyway," I pointed out gently. "At least this way you'd have the truth." "The truth doesn't pay debts," Ethan said bitterly. "The truth doesn't restore reputation, the truth just makes everything worse." "Only if you keep running from it," I said. Ethan laughed, sharp and humorless. "You really believe that," he said. "You really think the truth fixes things." "I think the truth is the only thing that gives you a chance at fixing things," I corrected. "Lies just make the damage permanent."

“You didn’t hit your head or anything, so why pretend like you’ve got a concussion? Are you trying to gain sympathy from Pierce? “Holly isn’t even crying, but you, a grown woman, are crying in pain. Isn’t that a bit much?” Pierce’s fleeting concern vanished, replaced immediately by a look of disgust. “Stop pretending you’re some pitiful dying woman. Your sixty bright, shining years of life are written clear as day. You can’t fool me.” My heart ached as I knew that he was the one who had been lying to me all along. I thought back to the whirlwind marriage between me and Pierce, to the sweet, intimate days we had shared.

Olivia felt enraged, “He’s also a liar!” “He does have the talent to lie with a straight face! Also, he’s quick to take action and knows he must pretend to be weak when he meets a strong enemy. Nathaniel knows he can no longer hide the truth and thus mixes it up with lies. “The most difficult thing to distinguish in this world is when things are half-truth and half-lie. Lies within truth and truth interlaced with lies, who knows what’s the truth and what isn’t?” Lily nodded in agreement with Jenny’s words.

"Vee come on, you can be scared, I am too." "Ty, I'm not scared," I lied again. The truth is, I'm horrified. I couldn't help but think the worst, maybe I said the wrong things to her that day, and she couldn't take it. It wouldn't be like her to commit suicide, but I didn't lay it off the table. The next thought was even more horrifying, maybe Hailee was... murdered. I didn't want to believe that but it could've been true. I really hoped this was just a joke and she would come home, and I could be angry and hate her again. But all I felt was worry and regret.