A Half-truth Is A Whole Lie Novels & Stories

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

… Dear diary, This is something brilliant I’ve come up with; I call it –The truth about lies What do your parents know about you? If your parents are around your answer would be- everything. But, no. There are things you want to tell them, there are things you will tell them and there are things that you'll never tell them. I am full of them. If I had told them from the beginning it'll all be fine, at least it would be easier. Lies, they grow and spread so deep, most of them overlap and outgrow others. If you are willing, to tell the truth, or you are thinking about doing so, you will find out that then all-(almost all) of your reality is funded by lies and it is better to give up than con

The thunder rolled, low and guttural, as if the heavens themselves had overheard his declaration. For Benedict, truth had always been overrated. He had learned long ago that lies, when dressed properly, were sharper than any blade, more poisonous than any vial, and deadlier than any bullet. Truth was rigid, unyielding. Lies could bend, twist, take shape like smoke until they suffocated their target.

I sucked in another breath but then Mona burst through my thoughts. The truth doesn’t have to whole, she said. Half-truths are better than deceptions. I bit my lip. She wasn’t wrong. There were some secrets I wanted to keep. But some I could let go. I grabbed Maximus’s hand. “I’ve been keeping a lot of secrets,” I whispered. Maximus’s eyebrows immediately furrowed. “What do you mean?”

I was taken aback, looking at her with confusion. She smirked and leaned in closer to my face. "However, your pregnancy should have happened a little earlier. Do you know what that means?" I felt a chill run down my spine. My memory might be poor, but that didn't mean I was stupid. "After he slept with you, he came to me. Your child and mine, with less than half a month apart. "But there's still a difference." She smiled and continued, "My child is legitimate, while yours is a bastard."

"Your younger sister claims you assaulted her when you were both younger. She further claims that recently, you attacked her husband without provocation." The words sank deep, but I refused to flinch. “I see,” I said, refusing to let my voice crack. "And do you know what happens when lies are repeated long enough?" The Guard frowned. "They become... believable." "They become convenient," I corrected. "Especially when the truth is ugly." Silence hung between us for a moment. "You want honesty?" I asked. "Then you will have it. All of it. Even the parts that will make you wish you hadn't asked."

Just friendship. My friend asked me a question, and when i should have been honest with her, i wasn’t I tried to make it sound less damaging, and in a way, i did say the truth. Except a half truth is still a lie, and that was what i told Bridget. A lie. My feelings fo Tieran are as i said they are. Tieran is kind, he’s sweet, he’s protective, and he treats me like i mean something.

"I did not have enough to give you. I have a rule about not giving people half of something that needs to be whole." I looked at his profile for a long moment. I was not angry and that surprised me a little. I understood the rule and I have my own version of it, built from years of watching people handed me half-truths and called them kindness and then seem confused when the missing half gets damaged. A half-truth is not protection. It is just a slower harm. Cole knows this and he held the information until he had enough of it to give it a shape. "Is Black Ridge actually safe? Or am I trading one exposure for another?"

A cruelty rather than relief. Half-truths may be worse than full lies at times, but truth for truth’s sake. It’s a weapon all its own. A way to hurt or punish someone with things they can’t change or help. Why do that to someone? How could I possibly hurt or maybe even endanger them with that knowledge? I wouldn’t call my current ‘walk of shame’ from Sai’s place home, one of revelry. Just quiet contemplation on all the changes that one act can bring.

“Good. I believe you, Emma. Now, do you believe me when I say you can trust me? I will never hurt you, and I will take care of you during your time with me.” "What should i say? The truth? Lies? Half-truths? I settled on the truth. Lies rarely got me what i wanted. “I trust that you won’t hurt me, but I don’t believe we are mates. I-I-I can’t trust myself to make that decision right now.”