An Honest Lie Novels & Stories

She intends to write a resignation letter tomorrow. "Is there even a job like that? Work anytime you want?" Leonora wondered. "Yes! There is one. This job of mine... Ahmp, it's just like working as an assistant." Lying is like a virus; it spreads extremely quickly. Carnation's lie grew larger and larger as she sought to conceal the truth. "Does such a thing exist?" "There already is." Carnation stood up for the lie, she even smiled to persuade her stepmother.

He would have never thought he'd find himself being intrigued by her choice of words and explanation and at that moment, he knew something had changed and his thoughts about her changed. He couldn't explain how he felt but he felt something different for her and it definitely felt weird. "You mean the stories we hear now are not false?" He asked. "Of course, not completely. Behind every lie, there is always an atom of truth. This means, the story we hear is not entirely false but both packs could have changed it in a way that would favour them." She tells him. "So what do we do? What's the next step in confirming all of this?" He asked.

And I hate dishonesty if there isn't a good meaning behind it. White lies are acceptable. Lying to protect someone is okay. But lying to hurt another person? Not okay. "Are you making things up, mother? Because Natalie would never ask for a brand new car." My mother snorts while packing socks into her suitcase. "Every girl would want a new car. They would probably fight each other for the keys and rip each other to shreds." "Not Natalie. If she was given a car for free, she would call the person responsible for delivering it to her garden and demand they take it back, yelling there must have been a mistake."

“Andrea, I can’t believe you’d make up such lies just to get me to come back. Do you expect me to believe this is human ash? The color is off, the texture is all wrong. “If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable. Where did you get these? Dog bones from the butcher shop? I’m telling you now, I’m not falling for it. I’ll never believe a single word that comes out of your mouth!” I stared at him with eyes full of tears and grief. In our years together, I had only ever lied to him once. It was two years ago, on his birthday. Peter, Helen, and I had planned a little celebration for him. However, Nate said he was busy and that he could not step away. Seeing the disappointment on his pare

"Mommy says that sometimes we have to say things that aren't exactly true if it makes someone we love happy." "Your mommy told you to lie?" I said. "It's not lying!" Madison said quickly, looking up at me with desperate eyes. "Mommy says it's not lying if it makes her happy. And I want to make Mommy happy because she's sad a lot since Daddy died." Jesus Christ. "Madison," I said softly, crouching down to her level, "lying is lying, even if it makes someone happy. And it's not your job to make your mommy happy by saying things that aren't true."

But when she thought about it later, as she lay nestled in his arms in her bed, she thought that telling lies and telling the truth had a few things in common. She'd learned that if you told one lie, then you were pretty much guaranteed to have to tell another one to explain or justify or cover up that first lie. Then a third lie, to protect the first two lies. Then a fourth, to shore things up and to keep the house of lies from falling down. And on and on, lie after lie, until it was like a snowball barreling on down a hill. You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them.

“Don’t start with the tears. I know my father raised you but nativity is not that of a Luna. They question you scarlet. When we were kids they expected us to never be a longterm thing. Now that we at-“ “I’ll do it,” I cut him off. I wrap my arms around myself, starting to feel guilty. I knew the behind the scenes for him were messy, but I didn’t expect them to be so hard. I chose to ignore it, and that’s my own downfall. Cole blinks, I assume he prepared a whole speech to convince me. “Oh,” The silence hangs in the air, only my soft sniffle breaking the silence sporadically. Cole takes another step and my hands fly up involuntarily.

She tried her best to quickly think of a good lie to tell right in front of her good friend Gloria. "O-Of course he does! Do you know how much stuff I have to throw away every time because he keeps changing partners and women?" Isaiah replied fast, mixing half truth with half lie to make it sound real and believable for Gloria. "I also have to check the full background and history of each and every woman he hooks up with. It is so tiring and exhausting all the time!"

"Why? That undermines—" "It establishes honesty. Shows you're not hiding your mistakes. Makes the rest of the story more credible because readers know I'm not whitewashing you." Soo-ah's expression was steady. "I told you—I'm on the side of truth. All of it. Not just the convenient parts. You made an impossible choice. I reported it accurately. How readers interpret that is up to them." "Will it hurt us?" "Maybe. Probably. But lying about it or hiding it would hurt worse. Trust me. I've been doing this for fifteen years. Complicated truth always beats simple lies in the long run."

She droned and his lips quirked up slightly at her words, but he said nothing as they reached the checkout counter. "Have you ever thought that sometimes you can be too honest?" Raven questioned, eyeing him as they placed the items on the conveyor belt. "There's no such thing as too honest. You either honest or dishonest, there's no in between." He answered with the only response that made sense. He had never seen reason to lie nor the appeal. Despite knowing that his honesty would sometimes makes ruffles, it never deterred him from being that way. After all, at least people knew where he stood and how to navigate themselves around him. Raven let out a small laugh in response, shaking her he