All The Lies Novels & Stories

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

I ran my fingers through my hair nervously as I listened to him telling her more lies. "Are you serious, Anna? Did you get married? How could you? I get that I've been unconscious but you should have at least waited until I woke up before getting married cause you know how happy I would have been to witness your wedding!" she chided in her usual childlike voice. Alejandro chuckled. "Relax Alice, we're not officially married yet but we're getting married very soon," he told her and my nervousness skyrocketed. I was trying very hard to hide the fact that I was nervous right now because I didn't want Alice to question my attitude but it still shocked me how Alejandro was lying so easily when he

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

“It proves he was set up by that . . . that . . . android!” “No, it doesn’t,” I argued. “They could be talking about anything.” “But they’re not, and you know it, Jessie.” Did I know it? Could it possibly be true? Did I believe that this brief and very vague snippet proved that everything I had believed my entire adult life had been a lie? I began to shake all over and was glad I was sitting down. The truth was, I did believe it. Or at least I believed there was more to the story than I had thought for so very long. Then the anger hit – hard, sharp, hot. I felt it pound into me like a sledgehammer. How could he? How could he still manage to mess up my life from beyond the grave? And how coul

Is all came out of my mouth. He chuckled, "I am sure you have reasons for working with the person who betrayed us, falling in the love with his sister, lying to me that she is orphaned, showing me the unwanted attitude whenever I tried to explain how important is it for you to take my place, only thinking better about your future, "

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

Like he'd changed what he was going to say at the last second. "That's bullshit." "Excuse me?" "You were going to say something else. Don't lie to me." "I'm not lying." "Yes you are. You do this thing where your voice gets all flat when you're lying. It's a tell." "I don't have a tell." "You absolutely have a tell." I stepped closer to him, getting in his space now. "Just admit what you were going to say." "There's nothing to admit." "Liar." "Thalia, drop it."

My cheek stung, but that didn’t graze my determination, I didn’t let go. “Ally, lemme explain—“ She let out a dry, humorless laugh, wiping her cheek with her free hand. “You lied to get into my pants.” “Ally, please—“ “Well done playboy, I just need you to answer this. Did you lie about the debate crap?” she interrupted, her voice shaking with fury. “Yes.” “And that ridiculous story about hating social media?”

others. To you. We lied because lying was easier than truth. Because false hope was better than honest despair. Because pretending cure existed was preferable to accepting permanent torture. We lied. We knew we lied. We continued lying. Because lying allowed us to continue. To endure. To exist. Without lie, without false hope, without pretended belief... we would have nothing. No reason to continue. No justification for enduring. No purpose for existing. We would have only suffering. Only torture. Only agony. Nothing else. Just pain. Forever. We could not accept that. Could not endure that. Could not exist with that. So we lied. We created false hope. We pretended cure existed. We acted as

I mumble, crossing my arms. "No, Rio, you left without finishing the conversation, you just tried to manipulate me and left. Honestly, today I'm realizing how crazy you are and I don't like it.” “Crazy how? You’re the one blindsiding me,” I complain. “There is no reason to take any lie as far as you’re taking yours. Everything you say is fake and so unnecessary: 'I don't like alphas' 'I'm the best in my class' 'I'm so good at the academy' all of those are fucking lies. And worst of all, you're lying to yourself too."