An Honest Lie Novels & Stories

And it stings, but the sting doesn’t last long. “An honest, civil conversation? Well, let me see.” I rub my chin and stare him down. “Firstly, none of our conversations are honest, because you are the one who’s not honest. You either flat out lie or keep crucial details secret.” “Secrecy is not lying,” Maxwell interrupts.

she said softly, her accusations as paralysing as the hurt in her eyes. "I didn't lie—" "There we go again, the same damn excuse," she said, switching him off. "Maybe in your world things work differently. But in mine, not telling the truth is the same as lying." It took a second, maybe longer, for Holly's words to sink in, and when they finally did, Andrei understood why Liam had warned him to stay away from her. They came from two different worlds with wildly different sets of rules. In his world, lying and cheating were necessary to get what he wanted. But in hers, the truth and doing the right thing would always reign supreme.

She lies to them because the truth is the opposite of what she is experiencing. "Wow, good to hear Kim. Good for you because you ended up in the life of a handsome, rich, respected and above all sensible man." Again, Lia just smiled and said nothing. She didn't want to talk bad about Ethan in front of her friends. She didn't want them to know she was miserable. "Is Mr. Lopez, yummy, Lia?" Roxy asked her lamely again. "Um, of course." She lied again. It's better that they don't really know anything.

“The whole doe-eyed innocent thing? Because this will be a hard few months, and I’d rather not start off with you lying to me. We don’t have to be friends; we don’t even have to be nice, but I’d prefer it if we were honest with each other.” What is that for new-age nonsense?! Honest? Nobody is honest. Especially not in my world. Fake it till you make it. And even though I’ve already made it, I’d rather not ruin it by being myself. Nobody likes a mean bitch, and I have enough self-awareness to know that I am one. I have multiple versions of myself for every situation. Everybody does. Why be honest or your “authentic” self, whatever the hell that means, when you can manipulate people and lie?

“Hana. One more thing. If you’re lying if even a piece of your story isn’t true I will know.” Her face was pale, but her answer came steady. “I’m not lying.”

Ashley stared into Tristan's brown eyes, her heart racing at the sincerity and sincerity they held. "I'm not good at lying, because I'm a doctor, trained to always tell patients the truth, no matter how serious their condition," Tristan continued. "If I lied, I'd probably face a lot of lawsuits from patients who feel I've disappointed them with my lies. So, if I lied, you'd know right away." Ashley nodded slowly. "I know, honey, you're the most honest man I've ever known." "I'd rather taste the bitterness of honesty than the sweetness of lies," Tristan said. "And one of my most sincere truths is that I can't find any way or words to express how much I love you."

When Bob Brown heard me ask about his salary, he put on a shameless expression and said, "Stop asking, alright? You know how Mr. Brown doesn't let us talk about that. You've survived all these years, so just keep taking it! Don't drag us into this." My heart went cold when I heard that. Whenever they made mistakes at work over the years, I was the one who stepped in to help them more than once. But now, they would not even tell me a word of truth because they were afraid I would get them into trouble.