Novel & Cerita An Honest Lie

I started, placing one hand on her shoulder to show temporary comfort. "I'll tell you about something called the almadate. My friend Luke, the tall one you must have seen with me on news, he invented it as a temporary means against the liar gas so when you told me you found out I was bisexual, the only way to protect myself was to lie." I sighed, moving further up the bed, drawing my knees to my chest and leaning my elbow against them. "But that's the same thing as lesbianism." She pointed out, a disapproving look on her face.

He was telling the truth, or at least a part of it. “Hm…” I hummed and without warning, I grabbed a pen from the nearby table and hurled it at him. Liam caught it instantly, his reflexes sharp, precise. His fingers barely moved, and yet he’d snatched it out of the air like it was the easiest thing in the world. He arched a brow, "What exactly are you trying to do?" I shrugged, feigning innocence, "Just testing something." Liam tossed the pen back onto the table with a knowing look, "Right."

“I thought... Where’s the but?” “The but is that sometimes... sometimes you can lack a filter?” Liviana says, careful of her words as if not wanting to set off a bomb. “And that’s a bad thing?” Leona grows exasperated, not seeing their point as the surrounding four agree. “So, what? I’m honest! Since when does that make someone a bad person?!” “It doesn’t.” Violet assures. “It’s just that... at times.... you can be a little too honest.” “And it’s not a bad thing.” Liviana goes on, stepping in before Leona could start up again. “I’d like a truth teller, above a liar. Even if they can be a little blunt at some of the wrong times.”

“It’s something that’s not true.” “Hmn. But I have a longer version which I want you to imbibe. As punishment, you will take a notebook and pen from the dressing table. Then you will write down this definition fifty times. A lie is any false information given with the intention to deceive. Can you repeat that, Sweetheart?” “A lie is any false information given with the intention to deceive.” Inara recited grudgingly but he ignored her countenance. “Good, you’re submitting it before bedtime. That should give you some work to do before I get back.”

Su Lan: “I ate the antidote. I had made it beforehand (Lies without blinking).” Su Lan (in her mind): One of the good things about my poker face and hardly ever speaking lies is that everyone would believe me even if I did lie. Oh well this counts as a white lie...after all I did have a blessing skill to be immune to all poison. I didn’t really… lie. Su Lan brainwashed herself to try to believe it was the truth too. The highest level of lying is to make oneself believe it was the truth! A lie told with half truth and half fake is most believable.

If there is one thing I hate more than anything it's people who lie. I will never understand people who lie because the truth always comes out in the end and then everyone hates you for lying in the first place. I had spent an entire week with Ellie. We had actually become pretty good friends with each other in that short amount of time so to know she was lying to me actually hurt like a bitch. I told her she could trust me, but it would seem she's still struggling to understand that concept even though I have done nothing to show her otherwise.

Stomping down the stairs, I shouted to my Dads: “I’m going out!” My Paps sidled round the corner, catching me as I reached the hallway. “See you later, Cals. Where are you off to?” I bit my lip. The lie was there, rehearsed and ready; surely it would be easier to convince them of Veronica’s innocence when I myself believed more strongly in it? But lies were a whirlpool, an endless black hole that pulled and pulled until I no longer knew reality from falsehood. I had to be honest with them if I wanted them to trust me in return.

“I am not here to say he was all wrong, or that I am all right. We are all human, and we all make mistakes. But I hope that our story can be a reminder to others: if you want real love, you must be real yourself. You cannot test someone’s loyalty by deceiving them. Trust is a gift, not an experiment. And once it is broken, it can be mended, but it will never be the same unless it is built on complete honesty from that moment forward.” When I finished speaking, there was a long moment of silence. Elena looked at me with deep respect in her eyes. “Thank you, Lilian. You have spoken with such grace and clarity. This will help many people understand what truly happened, beyond the gossip and the

Not the prim and proper version that would make for a good heroic headline. Not the story I've been telling myself for years — the noble intention, the rescue mission, the man who saw a woman suffering and tried to free her. That's the lie. The one I've polished until it shines, the one I've held up to the light and admired from the angle that makes me look least like the man I actually am. The truth is uglier.

Nikolai “Hope, oh my gosh, we missed you!” “Yeah, girl. Where have you been?” “Just…here and there.” I can hear the hesitation on her voice as she lied to her friends. She hated lying, even with the smallest things. I told her that I told her friends she went on a vacation. If it were me I would have said I had gone on a tour in Europe to search for myself, made up stories along the way. Say anything necessary to make my false story more believable. But Hope isn’t a liar like me. Giving a vague answer is the most she could do. In the end, it’s all up to interpretation.