All The Lies Novels & Stories

He kissed her tenderly, then added with a smirk, "Even though in your case the lies have very nice legs." END

"Who hit my sister?" The crowd fell silent. All the color drained from Viola's face. Her lips trembled, and a muffled whimper escaped her. Aaron's expression shifted from anger to confusion, then to terror. "That's impossible. How could she be..." He suddenly looked at me, his eyes red. "Eve, why didn't you tell me?!" He stepped forward and tried to take my hand. Even his voice changed. "Eve, I made a mistake! She lied to me! She kept turning me against you! I never wanted to break up with you!"

He looked at my father and gave Dave a very hard look, then walked out. “What are you doing here?” “That's not how you speak to your husband, Rhea.” My father's voice was calm. I sat up straighter, ignoring the pain shooting through my ribs. “I don't know what he told you, but it's all lies. Every word…” “I know everything.” He cut me off. “The surrogate. The ex-girlfriend. The donor eggs due to your medical complications. Which part is the lie?” My mouth opened in disbelief. “You…you can't actually think this is okay.”

she continued, shedding crocodile tears. My face twisted in disgust just listening to her sob story. She talked to her father last night, they were plotting and now he's sick? Oh please. I rolled my eyes, uninterested. Seth placed his hand around her shoulder, pulling her closer to himself. “Don't cry Sybil. Your dad will be fine. I'll speak to my dad about it, don't cry please.” I clenched my fist angrily. Seth was so blinded by their friendship, he wasn't seeing how deceitful she was.

“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.”

“Careful, Lucien.” Lucien didn’t even look his way. Camera flashes bounced off the glass at the end of the hall. Reporters’ voices carried up the stairwell. “Is it true the hospital falsified records?” “Was there a cover-up?” “Is this about the Cole family trial scandal?” Her stomach flipped. This wasn’t private anymore. Her grief had become a headline. Lucien leaned in, barely above a whisper. “If you don’t trust me, fine. But trust this—Daniel doesn’t want the truth clean. He wants it to blow up.”

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.

“Then why does it look like you? Why does it sound like you?” “Because someone wants me destroyed,” Montez bit out, his voice low and feral. “And they’ve mastered the art of lies.” “It’s as if they’re all popping out of thin air.” She swallowed hard. “The exposé… the testimonies…” He scoffed, his lip curling. “Fabrications. Paid mouths and forged documents. They think they can bury me with rumors.” She clutched her phone tighter, the screen still showing headlines. MONSTER IN A SUIT: WOMEN SPEAK OUT.

People we hadn’t heard from in years started calling. Cousins. Friends. Distant relatives. Everyone wanted to know the truth. And then it got worse. A new rumor started to spread. That I was never pregnant. That I was wearing a fake bump. That I was infertile,and had stolen her child because I couldn’t carry my own. I laughed at first. Until I cried. Because that’s what lies do when they take root. They grow into forests that swallow even the loudest truths. I called Granny again.