Books On How To Lie Novels & Stories

"No, no, no. I'm very interested in what you have to say-" "You don't have to lie, Liviana-" "I'm not!" Liviana insists, a kind smile that she forces to reach her eyes. If she believes the lie for herself, then why wouldn't anyone else? The key to being a great liar. Deception was an art, and Liviana always had an eye for artwork.

The second betrayal was inevitable. After that secret night at Sophia’s apartment, the floodgates opened inside me. I told myself it would be just once. Just to take the edge off. Just to survive the withdrawal. But lies like that never stay small. Within ten days I had slipped four more times — each session more intense and risky than the last. I started lying to Liam with terrifying ease. I cancelled therapy sessions. I created fake appointments. I met Sophia and small groups of Harem members in hotel rooms, parking garages,

"I've lied so much to him, Robin. I could write a book on it. I could title it 'A Thousand Lies'." Robin was silent for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "Then maybe it's time to write a new book, Stassie," she said, her voice soft. "Maybe it's time to write 'A Thousand Truths'." The prospect of confessing the truth to Eden filled me with dread. How would he perceive me knowing that I had lied? I had lied to him through my words and thoughts, and even lied to myself. The most significant lies were the ones I cloaked myself in, the ones I convinced myself were true.

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

Nagkibit siya ng balikat ang nag-iwas ng tingin. I pursed my lips before I spoke. "How I wish, it didn't came this far." "This is better, Elie than to leave in lies. We all played with lies and finally, the time has come." He muttered and looked at me seriously. "It's so hard to live in lies, everyday Elie and I couldn't even tell it to you." He added and his tears fell.

If I start explaining dreams, names, feelings I can’t fully describe… what will he think? That something is wrong with me? That I’m losing my mind over grief? I force my expression to soften. Force my breathing to slow. I shake my head slightly and let a small, casual smile form on my lips. “I read it in a book,” I say. “I was just curious.” The lie comes out smoother than I expect. Almost convincing. The physician studies me for a brief moment longer, as if deciding whether to believe me. Then he nods. “Okay,” he says.

I hesitated for a moment, cleared my throat, then picked it up and answered. “Hello?” [Amelia, thank God. I was starting to think you’d blocked me.] His voice was light, relieved. Too relieved. “Sorry… I’ve just been super busy with work,” I lied smoothly. In reality, I was dodging him on purpose. [How’s the job going?] Oh, you know. Almost got fired for undressing the boss. All good. “G-Great. Totally fine. I’ve been doing well,” I forced a small laugh, trying not to sound fake. I’d been faking so long, I was basically a professional at this point.

He called former partners; they either didn't answer or hung up after a few perfunctory words. Absolutely no one in the industry was willing to work with someone sporting a record of plagiarism and bankrupt credibility. Throughout this entire process, Louis finally saw Flora's true colors. It turned out Flora had no actual skills at all; she was a complete and utter fraud. Her so-called works were all cobbled together by plagiarizing the designs of me and other well-known architects. Because she had repeatedly plagiarized other architects' work, she had long been blacklisted by multiple firms, and could only latch onto Louis through deception.

"Melissa, see? I told you not to accept Andy's bank card, but you wouldn't listen. Everyone in the circle is saying his money comes from illegal sources. You must have been dragged down with him." Hearing her badmouth Andy to my face again, I let out a silent scoff. In my previous life, I had been deceived into believing those so-called comments—that Andy harbored ill intentions toward me—and she had played no small part in that. Every time—no matter when—as long as Andy did something kind for me, Chelsea would twist it into something sinister. When the branch office opened, Andy introduced a major order. She insisted there must be a trap behind it, that I'd be left holding the bag.

I said with confidence. He smiled and said, “you didn’t steal the car—you stole something else,” Then, he leaned in, his breath against my skin. Hot. He whispered, “my heart,” My lips parted, but no words came out. His heart? He moved back and saw my cold, irritated expression. “That was supposed to be a joke,” he said and he faked a cough. I kept my face still, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. “I didn’t know even the devil made jokes,” I said and he didn’t seem to appreciate it. Before he could respond, Alex—his bodyguard—appeared.