A Lie For A Lie Novels & Stories

Why wouldn't he just accept that I was lying for a good cause. "Lying should be avoided if you're not negotiating a business transaction." I quoted Dad's slogan. For as long as I could remember, Dad had always chanted that mantra to me. He believed that one should never have to lie unless they were trying to secure a business deal. It was a crazy logic of his- to him, lying could only be excused and forgiven only if you were handling business. You could only lie if you were trying to lure unsuspecting intending business partners into signing a deal with you?

he lied. The other council members were looking at him also. One of their expressions, Katherine, said she did not believe a word he was saying. The other expressions remained blank. " That's a lie , your son was rude and acted smug towards us. From the minute he turned up to help us with the dark witches ", Derek snapped. " Derek ", his father said. He looked at him as if to say, calm down son. " I'm sorry about that , but my son was most upset when he got back here , they all were for how your son spoke to them and acted towards them , like I said we were led to believe what we had been doing was wrong , and that was what you had come here to discuss " Derek's father explained.

I sniffed his perfume from a distance, it was one of the most expensive he had in his collection. “Why are you acting so nervous?” He asked, his voice trembling and diminished. I was actually trying to figure out if that was true or not, as I stood so dumbfounded and stared at him, without a single word. “Are you being serious right now? why aren’t you even talking to me, Ana?” He inquired again. “Um, I think I would have to drink some water, I feel thirsty, even before you came,” That was a blatant lie though, and I knew he wouldn’t believe me, but who was he to detect what I was up to since he wasn’t telepathic?.

“You still haven’t told me why you gave him my address instead of yours.” Liezel tossed the fork onto her plate and sniffed softly. “It’s silly, really.” She let out a forced laugh and closed her eyes for a few seconds. “I wanted to impress him. I mean, you saw my apartment before, Una. You thought it was horrendous—your word, not mine. And I couldn’t agree more. I live in a shitty neighborhood. I wasn’t just thinking ahead, you know. I thought it was a one-time thing. I never thought it’d bite me in the ass in the future. I’m a fake. Do you hate me?” “When you ignored my calls and text messages, I was angry. But I didn’t hate you. Not even now. And I don’t,” started Una. “You’re an idiot fo

“So I misunderstood that this guy is your friend. And I misunderstood that you guys are engaged and want to get married. And I'm sure I got it wrong, too, that you were just lying to me the whole time.” She held up her hands in a soothing manner. "I didn't lie to you..." "No, you didn't," he interrupted, his tone now caustic. 'You just kept a few things secret, that's something else entirely, of course. A little secret here, a little swindle there—none of that bad.” “Let me at least explain how it happened,” she pleaded desperately. "Well, I'm really looking forward to it. What are you going to tell me this time?" He smiled cynically: "You can skip that, you don't seriously expect that I'll

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.

And yet, for the sake of appearances, for the crowd, she forced the lie from her lips, trembling. “Yes,” she whispered, barely audible. “He—he paid me to lie. Kastiel bribed me. He… he made me say false things. He—he is guilty. Kastiel… he…” The room erupted. The Thornbrooks cheered softly, their whispers spreading the narrative like wildfire. Kael’s smile was triumphant, his eyes gleaming with victory. He patted her shoulder, praising her, praising her bravery and loyalty, weaving her lie into the perception of truth for everyone present.

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she said then looked at him, his eyes stared at her like they could see lies, she quickly looked away “You are lying” he said “God! You are so honest” she said it like it was to be hated “Isn’t that a good thing?” “Well it is… But in your case I don’t know what to say” “Don’t you lie?” she asked “Never happened… Why should I lie when I know the truth? Lies complicate things and you’d have to lie to protect a lie, it is like an onion, the layers never stop growing out” “Hmmmm… you are quite the smart ass” she reacted then stared at him for a while