All The Lies Book Novels & Stories

It tasted of absolutely nothing except mayonnaise. I sat staring out at the darkness rushing past the window while random thoughts kept nudging at the edges of my exhaustion. Missing pieces. New pieces. No pieces at all. There were lies so small they hardly mattered, the sort you could choose to believe or ignore without consequence. Then there were lies that looked harmless on the surface but carried enormous ramifications underneath. And sometimes deception wasn’t about what somebody said—it was about what they deliberately left unsaid. Jock’s lies always hovered dangerously close to the truth.

Allison's expression change obviously not happy that I got her a gift. "I didn’t buy it, Allie," I lied quickly. "It was a gift from the store where I bought the storybooks." The lie slipped easily from my lips, though I had spent a lot of time picking out the perfect necklace for her. If I told her I had bought it, she wouldn’t accept it. "I’ll be back," she said curtly, turning and leaving with the shopping bags. I sat down on the couch with Liam still in my arms. His small head rested against my chest.

She was not even looking at me. “I’ve met and talk to them personally,” I told my classmate. It wasn’t a lie, but she looked like I said something impossible. She stopped hitting the keyboard for a moment to look at me, confused. “You’re kidding, right?” “No. I am telling you the truth.” “You can’t fool me, Levi.” “It’s not a lie. Why does no one believes me? I guess people think what they read in books is all just fantasies.” “Because they are all fantasies. That’s why there are tales and stories,” she said to raise her point.

"Don't lie to me, Vanessa. I've been married to a liar. I know what it looks like." "You want to know what lying looks like, Alex? Lying looks like your brother pretending to be dead for five years while he seduced your wife. Lying looks like Emily playing the victim while planning to steal half your fortune in a divorce. Lying looks like two people showing up here today to fill your head with poison about the woman who actually loves you." She raised the gun, pointing it directly at Alex. "The only person who has lied to you is standing right behind that bookshelf."

His voice was filled with anguish and bitterness. “No matter how much I messed up in the past, I have never been unfaithful to Bonnie. I have never been with another woman. “You manipulated me with your lies and clouded my judgment until I pushed her away. I hate myself for not seeing through your games sooner!” Casen’s emotions spiraled. “If you hadn’t tricked me into going to Sicily, I could’ve spent a lovely Valentine’s Day with her. If it weren’t for you, Bonnie would still be here!”

“I like you as much as you like me.” The butterflies in my stomach did multiple backflips in excitement. My cheeks burned so red, I had to look away before he saw me blush. “Let's..” I cleared my throat. “My books are in the living room, we should go.” He stepped back and followed behind me as I walked towards the living room. Oh Lord, is this a dream? I pinched my hand twice to wake up but my eyes opened wide and Conrad was still sitting beside me. “Let's start with Statistics.” I began, flipping through the pages even though I saw nothing.

Thus, they all saw her claims as exaggerated. When she saw these comments, Eliza started anxiously arguing, "I'm not lying! This shopping mall really is mine! It was a gift from my boyfriend!" I turned around and saw Leo staring at his phone with a darkened expression. Soon, I saw his account enter Eliza's livestream. "I can confirm that this shopping mall is indeed under her name." In an instant, a barrage of comments flooded the screen. "Oh my God, it's Alpha Leo!" "It must be true if he's vouching for it."

And the Liam I knew would never apologize for forgetting. This man says “I’m trying.” Liam never tried. When he walks away, I exhale shakily and sit back down, heart racing. Something is coming. I can feel it, a storm gathering just beyond the trees. And when Jordan gets here, I’ll have to decide: expose the man who made me feel safe for the first time in years—or let myself fall for the only lie that’s ever loved me. --- By late afternoon, I’ve folded every blanket in the house, wiped down spotless counters, and organized the spice rack alphabetically—twice. I keep busy to keep my hands from shaking, to keep my thoughts from spiraling.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

“We—we didn’t take her—” Aleo’s voice was like steel. “Don’t lie to me!” The guy didn’t answer. Cal stepped in, snatched the man’s gun, and pressed it against his chest. “You better talk before I lose my patience.” “I swear! They took her in another car!” he stammered. “Headed east, toward the forest road!” Cal’s eyes flicked to me. “Fuck!” “Wait,” I walked closer to the man, he couldn't meet my eye. Why the hell was everyone so bad at lying? “He's lying.”