All The Lies Novels & Stories

“Why?! You invited a young girl to a disgusting party and you let her leave on her own, so you can come up here and do this sick shit?!” She shook her head frantically. “No! Please listen to me! It’s not like that, Reese, I swear—I just need you to listen—” “Listen to what?” I stepped back, dragging both hands through my hair. “To you tell me this was all a misunderstanding? That it was some twisted role-play for a p**n shoot? Or a commercial? That Tatum was just method acting? What lie are you about to spin, Lauren? Because I’ve heard every fucking variation of the bullshit you’ve ever fed me, and I’m done.”

Hence, when John asked for money to improve Mary’s life, I never said no. For him to gain a respectable standing in the countryside, I managed to find a good job for him through my network. During holidays, I would transfer money to him to buy gifts for Mary. I was hoping to use materialistic goods to make up for my absence. However, I had not expected John to have lied to all sides. He had been using me as an excuse to Mary. He even coveted my money and did not share a single cent with Mary. Of course, John dared to do that because Mary loved him very much.

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.

“One, I love video games. Two, I once pushed a stranger in a pool. Three, I love pickles. Which one’s the lie?’ he said and we started guessing. “You love pickles is the lie,” I spoke first. “I agree with Muff,” Michane followed and next was Krys who also agreed. “Bro, we know you. You could easily push somebody off even on a cliff.” We all laughed at what Levine said. “Okay, I’m next. One, I know how to dance. Two, I have three siblings. Three, I forget a lot about birthdays,” Krysyle said, making our brows furrow. “There’s literally no lie there, Krysyle Verlice,” I answered. “There is!” she exclaimed. “I’m guessing she knows how to dance is a lie,” Clint answered, making me do a facepalm.

I watched as he went back up to the porch and opened the door. “I got arrested.” That still made no sense. There had to be more. “We’d been having issues and I fell back on some things I’d been doing before I met her. I lied about it and downplayed the whole situation. I didn’t realize the whole story would make the evening news. We’d just sat down to watch a movie when my face popped up on the screen along with—” He cut himself off and forced a smile. “She’d been struggling for a while with post-partum depression and things from your dad. I never thought it would escalate to what it did.”

I wanted to scream. The microphones crackled as Liam began. His voice was smooth, rehearsed, but the fury underneath bled through. “This family does not answer to rumors. We are united. We stand against lies meant to destroy us.” Zane leaned into the mic, his smirk razor sharp. “Funny thing about lies—they’re usually born from truth. And maybe the truth isn’t what anyone thinks.” Gasps. Murmurs. The crowd rippled, hungry for blood. Liam’s glare could have burned holes through his brother. “Zane”

Allan was confused by Narti's words, "You don't understand, it's all lies! Why is it like this anyway? Ah, Shit! I have to contact someone, I think!" ****

All of it. Every lie. Every truth. Every moment in between. It all led here. To this. To us. End of Chapter 120

Wonderful. Exactly the conversation I didn't want. Sophia crossed her arms. "What's going on?" I hesitated. Part of me wanted to tell her everything. The calls, the threats, Albert, and the investigation. All of it. But if I did— She'd panic. Mom would panic. Dad would definitely panic. And right now, nobody needed that. So I lied again. "I'm just stressed." Sophia studied me for several seconds. Long enough to make me uncomfortable. Finally, she sighed. "Fine."

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk