An Honest Lie Novels & Stories

"You want me to lie to him?" "No, I say you don't need to tell him about it. There's nothing wrong with it, people are allowed to have secrets." "It's a lie just the same." "It's not a lie. It's called keeping a secret. As long as he doesn't know about it, everybody will be happy." "No, hiding something on purpose is the same as lying, and I can never do that, especially when he's already been too kind and forgiving. It's only fair to tell him the truth."

“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.

My husband consoled me asking me to confide in him. "what is it that you're not telling me? You've not done this b4 have u?" he asked "Iiii... hhaaave" i replied stuttering. "yet u can't even prove it? Why are u lying? Tell me the truth Ifeoma." he said. The moment he called me with my full name I knew he was serious. I had no choice so I told him the truth. Yes the Ifeoma that makes mouth about s** has no experience. "I'm sorry" I said to him. That was how it all went on our wedding night o..

Cristine explained cautiously, unsure whether she was doing the right thing. Isn't a white lie still a lie? Little Tristan sadly stated, "Yeah, I know, but I'm also aware that you're not really my true mom and dad." He was holding back tears. Cristine feels soft. If lying can comfort someone, would you still do it? Cristine still will. Cristine wraps her arms around little Tristan and says nothing. Cristine gave Tristan a sidelong glance. She is aware that he is concerned as well. They went silent for a time. They simply gave the child some time to gather his thoughts.

Anberine said causing Skye’s shoulders to go up in surprise. “That’s a real stretch in that theory” Skye commented as he bit his lip. “If hypothetically that had been the case, where would he put them?” the pair went silent. "What is a truth is a lie? What is a lie is a truth? Which is the honest you?" “If I didn’t want something to be known, I would have hidden it in plain sight but in a place that would not be obvious to others” Anberine said softly. Her mind continued to maul on his words causing her not to see his reaction.

I swing open the fridge, grabbing a coke. “Yeah? When’s the last time you told a lie?” I ask Levi as I hold up a can of Coke. He nods and I toss him the can. “Yesterday. Told my mom her dress looked good when it was fucking hideous.” I crack open my soda and flop down on the couch beside Levi. I try not to smile, but a small chuckle escapes. “Yeah, well, that's a white lie. It’s different.” “How is it different?” “It’s harmless.”

I have to admit, dishonesty is pretty tempting at the moment. James pipes in “Dishonest at the very least, yes. What a perfect foundation for a relationship, lies are!” “You don't have to do it forever, and you don't even have to lie to her! You're just not answering questions she doesn't ask– that's not dishonesty! It's just honesty with good timing.” Deek is clearly warming up to his own idea, but I am, too. It makes so much sense, stated that way.