Books On How To Lie Novels & Stories

It was wonderful. “Here,” she held the notebook she had been reading to me. “What’s this?” I took it and flipped through the pages. Every part of it was covered in scribbles that I couldn’t understand. “It’s every possible question that could come up about our relationship and every solid lie to counter it. Our supposed love story and my background story are too vague and would collapse under the slightest pressure. I created a whole web of interconnected lies that would make our whole façade more credible.”

offered up Tilly, helpfully. “Mmm Nova’s not sure she can put it into words” my cheeky mate says. Her eyes are sparkling with delight and mischievousness. “but that was intense. I could 100% pass a history class right now. Or teach one. Where did those books come from?” Lionidis explained the books to Nova. “Well thank you for introducing me to them” she said chuckling. “Can I just says as someone whose read a lot of history books, if these are the ‘more realistic ones’ then we are teaching some lies in schools”

She would only believe this over her dead body and sneered again, “Why do you need to make up such a stupid reason to lie to me? I’m being frank today in our discussion, and I even told you about my twin sister’s existence. Plus, I was just asking about the secret handbook. It’s not like I’m going to ask you to give it to me. What are you so afraid of?” “Hey, why do people always believe in lies but not the truth? Don’t you find it funny too?” Lily spread her hands, signaling she was telling the truth, but Heather was unwilling to believe it. “You… No! It’s impossible!” After some hesitation, Heather denied the possibility that the book had never existed. How could she believe that? Soon, sh

My position was still the same as before, and if this was supposedly a study I was standing in front of, then the message I was passing was obviously something I should be expecting. Negative. A negative message. “Here?” I ask him, not in a bid to get a reply from though. “Actually, I perceived the faint smell of books around here, so I thought maybe there was a library somewhere,” Probably giving out the truth was the right thing to do, I thought. If I go intense with my lie, then he might be able to find out from my heartbeat. I didn't want to screw up my chances so dishing out a half-truth was logical.

Star looked at me with new interest at his protest. "That is not the type of news I want to deliver to a pack member." I softly spoke, flipping through the pages. "No, it is not. I don't envy you right now, but there is another possibility." She arched a brow at me, then set a much smaller book down in front of me. "How to trick a man to love you." The title read. "Uh, I'm not sure this is the right book, Star." She was pretty damn old, maybe she was finally becoming senile.

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.”