All The Little Lies Novels & Stories

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.

Full of drives. Full of lies.

“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.

The silence is relaxing and beautiful-- this is what I need and what I want, the responsibility, guilt, and regrets were eating me alive but realizing and taking my time changed everything especially when Leira came into my life, the first time I saw her smile at me, while her little hands held my finger-- that's when I knew that I found the thing I've been looking for and it took me months to realize that but it was all worth it. The lies-- were made for someone to believe what they're not supposed to know and it's something we can't even avoid, lying and keeping secrets. When we love someone we intend to lie to keep them safe-- some were to keep them, it's not something to be proud of but

If you want something, you have to put effort to it. Actually I have a better way to settle things and I do believe that 'a little lie won' hurt'. Growing up aside from my gun and bullets, LYING became my best friend. Oh c'mon don't deny yourself the benefits. Way back in high school, all girls were so pumped up to become the class rep for the upcoming promenade. What I did was the most clever thing, I got to be the class rep and guess what the PROM QUEEN myself .Wondering how I got the post? Simple, I just lied and spread nasty rumors about the other contestants and voila fortune's on my side. Take it from me once you start lying it becomes second nature to breathing.

“What happened again?” “I…” I swallowed and my heart rate picked up as I prepared to lie to him. “I don’t really remember the details. I just know that Lexa, you remember her, right? She, like, kidnapped me I guess?” It didn’t even sound true to my own ears. I had always been complete shit at lying, especially to dad. It didn’t help that he had a built-in lie detector and almost always caught people in the act. He hummed thoughtfully at my statement and turned to face me a little more. He was sitting opposite me on the couch, one of his arms slung over the back in a way that would’ve looked casual had it been anyone else doing it.

Mira said nodding but not looking that convinced and lisa picked up her stringlet. “This one’s called ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ by Rod Stewart and it’s about to become your favourite.” She said. Mira nodded like the name actually meant something and lisa showed her the notes she needed.