Novel & Cerita All The Little Lies

"You are not lying, you love me even if I am like this?" "Why would I lie, have I ever lied to you, Little one?" Liam asked, wiping her tears with his thumb. "Yes, you have. You are a certified liar!" She snapped in anger. Liam squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. "Ya, I was an ass, right." "Yes, you still are an ass!" Liam chuckled. "I am," he said, kissing her forehead. "I love you, Aurora and only you. It doesn't matter how you look, Little one. "

causing Suman's cheeks to flush with embarrassment and fond memories. His voice dropped lower, painting a vivid scene, "I was sprawled on the bed, feigning sleep. Linda was tidying up, her movements slow and deliberate. Her attention was drawn to the cupboard - where I'd hidden a little surprise." He paused, allowing the suspense to build.

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!" ****

He grumbled. "Are you sure? Because I think I really want to hear the story instead." I smirked. Mia chuckled. "Fine, I'll spare you this time. But let me just say, it was epic." Noah rolled his eyes. "Sure it was. Anyway, let's get to the game." "I'll start." Val said. We all readied ourselves, mouths moving as we chewed on the snacks. "Which one of these questions is a lie? I had a one night stand with a popular musician. I'm allergic to cheap fur. Mia is the love of my life."

“Montana, you go first.” I nod. I can do this. Two truths and a lie. “I’m a certified skydiver. I’m allergic to chocolate. I’ve sold an app I created for millions of dollars.” “Carson and I have to sit this one out as we know the answer,” Peyton offers, putting on her poker face so as not to give anything away. “Well, now, this is interesting,” Warner croons. “If I had to guess immediately, I’d say allergic to chocolate is the most boring of the three. It has to be true.”

Ashley teased, pointing at Garnet. Garnet simply smiled, while John cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay… maybe this year," he said hesitantly. Garnet turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He had no choice. He had to lie. "That’s settled then! I’ll call Esmeralda later—I have good news for her!" Diana said excitedly. Then, the unexpected happened. "I don’t want to get pregnant." The room fell into silence. All three of them turned to look at Garnet.

What the hell? This can’t be! I’m probably seeing wrong, they just look alike. I gulped, looking away. “Are you okay?” Frank whispered close to me, his hand gently rubbing my palm. I slowly looked at him, forcing a smile on my face. “Of course.” I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. “I just hurt my nail,” I lied, picking up my purse while avoiding looking at him. “Uncle Frank!” The young man cheered, walking towards us, my body shook from his presence, I could feel the hair on my skin rise in both excitement and fear.

Don't fuckin tell me you've fallen in love with this man? My stomach twisted. “I...i ..I haven’t. It’s... complicated. He’s dragging his feet on the divorce from Jayla. Election season, headlines—he’s paranoid.” “Paranoid? Or smart?” The voice sharpened, like a knife edge. “You’ve been in that house for months now, belly swelling like a trophy. If you’re not his wife on paper soon, you’re exposed. And if you’re exposed, I expose you. Everything—the lies, the setups, the money trails. Poof. Gone.”

All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie. When Noah graduated college, I cried harder than I had in years. He got a job in New York big lights, big stage, big world. I packed his bags and kissed his forehead. “Call me every Sunday,” I said, fighting tears. He hugged me so tightly that I almost broke and told him everything. But I didn’t. Months passed. Then one Sunday, his voice sounded different. “Mom… I met someone. Well, not like that. A man. Older. He hired me. We talk a lot.”

Everyone has a crush they never actually got over. Harvey cherished his old friends greatly. Many of them were from way back in middle school, so, of course, they knew about his past. That was just his way of loving—loud, proud, and impossible to miss. I was woken up by the rattle of notifications and stared at the screen in a daze. This group chat gathered his close friends, and I never wanted to miss anything, so I hadn't muted the group. The party had just been a spark, and the tinder was a bunch of small details I was concerned about that led to the outburst.