Romans & histoires Books On How To Lie

But it’s close enough. My breath catches not with fear this time, but with something like awe. I could make this work. A laugh bubbles up, sharp and a little hysterical, and I clamp a hand over my mouth to stop it. I don’t recognize myself in this moment. Or maybe I do, and that’s what scares me most. People like to think lies unravel immediately. That they announce themselves with guilt and trembling hands and sleepless nights. But the truth is, lies survive on planning. And I am very good at planning.

“I’m not saying you’re not great. You’re amazing. But guys at his level? They have ulterior motives.” “You don’t even know him.” “I know his type. Rich. Powerful. Used to getting what they want.” Leo steps closer. “What does he want from you?” The contract flashes through my mind. Section after section of carefully worded clauses. “Nothing,” I lie. “He just likes me.” “Bullshit.” Leo’s eyes narrow. “You’re lying. I can tell.” “I’m not—” “You do this thing when you lie. Your left eye twitches. Just a little. You’ve done it since you were twelve.”

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.

I said coldly. An awkward silence filled the space between us. He leaned closer, the subtle scent of his cologne mixing with my breath. His fingers brushed against mine as he took his glass back. "You almost got it," he murmured, his voice low. "But your pulse..." His eyes darted to my throat. "It tells a different story." My chest tightened, that frustrating mix of anger and heat surging within me. "Lesson three," he said, sitting back. "A convincing lie starts with believing it yourself."

“Men like them build lives out of three things: money, appearance, and who gets invited to their tables. You go after all three, in the right order, you topple more than their PR.” “And the right order is…?” I prompt. “First, you reclaim your story,” he says. “Tell the truth, in your words, before they can tell it for you.” “Doc,” I say. “Interview. Special. We’ve talked about that.” “Yes,” he says. “But not just a sob story. A case study. Show the pattern. The forged contracts. The shell companies. The way they treat you as an asset. Make it clear you’re not asking for pity. You’re shining a light.”

“Well… They just wanted to know.” My lips widened. “Then come closer.” I filled his head with stories that were both true and not, exaggerating my first meeting with Jay. He gobbled everything, eyes wide, gasping when it called for it, and smiling when he felt it was cute. I didn't know I was such a wonderful storyteller until I started spinning the lies. “Wow. I bet they would shed tears just listening to your story,” he said when I was done with my lies disguised as the truth.

I cackled, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Rudolf! You're lying to me! You keep on lying to me! How long do you plan to keep lying to me?!" My hysteria left Rudolf stunned, his breath caught, frozen in place. He opened his mouth, but there were no words. It was as if he sensed something yet lacked the courage to confront it, choosing instead to feign ignorance. "Rudolf! Sean fainted! Come over and take a look right now!" Vivian suddenly screamed.

I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie." His hand hung in mid-air, then dropped as he tried to pull me close. "It's not what you think. I can explain." I pulled up the video and shoved it to his face. "This is why you bailed on me seven times, right?" I looked him in the eye. He held me, flustered. "I had my reasons." I waited for him to continue, curious about the reasons that had pushed him to marry Vivian behind my back and lie for three years.

When she said that she had never been to the ancient library, she called her out on the lie she had told four days ago. Since then, Gemma would write her lies down so she would refer to them if anyone asked. It didn't make her any better of a liar but it did make it harder for her to be caught lying. She chuckled when she realized that she was thinking of writing down the lie she had come up with to save Livian. She could write it in the notepad app of her phone and if it ever came up in a conversation in future, she would pretend to be chatting with someone on her phone and use the chance to refer to her notes.