Books On Lying And Deception Novels & Stories

It tasted of absolutely nothing except mayonnaise. I sat staring out at the darkness rushing past the window while random thoughts kept nudging at the edges of my exhaustion. Missing pieces. New pieces. No pieces at all. There were lies so small they hardly mattered, the sort you could choose to believe or ignore without consequence. Then there were lies that looked harmless on the surface but carried enormous ramifications underneath. And sometimes deception wasn’t about what somebody said—it was about what they deliberately left unsaid. Jock’s lies always hovered dangerously close to the truth.

If something had been engineered — if a family had built a marriage on a lie, on a swapped presence and a forged bond and two decades of careful management — I was going to dismantle it piece by piece. Every record. Every document. Every careful, buried, expensive truth. I was going to pull it all into the light. I picked up the glass. Finished what was in it in one motion. Set it back down on the table without a sound. "If something is really going on." I said it to the glass. To the room. To the five years that sat behind me like a closed door I was about to take off its hinges. "I'm going to know." Lucien looked at me across the table. He said nothing. He knew better.

Today, I sensed, would bring veils of deception to the forefront actions hidden behind polite words, motives concealed under practiced expressions, and ambitions disguised as loyalty. Adrian’s note rested on the desk, crisp and deliberate as always: Deception will surface. Observe, anticipate, and guide. Missteps are costly. The message was short, but its implications were weighty. In Adrian’s world, deception was never simply malicious; it could be defensive, ambitious, protective, or manipulative, and the challenge lay in discerning intent while managing impact. My pulse quickened with anticipation. Today would test my judgment, intuition, and ability to influence outcomes with subtlety an

Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her. "The Sacred Book only holds the truth about the King's action, like the lie he imprinted on the humans. Meanwhile, the Records of Lies has the present lies. For instance, the one Zaykee discovered inside the Kingdom of Saobar's underground," Jacob answered instead Colza while glancing at Astrid. "Ehh? The book also knows that?" Zaykee's eyes widened with open mouths as he stares at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob briefly answered. "I see," Astrid spoke.

I looked at Ross, staring deeply at him in gross disappointment. He looked back at me convincingly. He was expecting a reply of compliance but I was just about to disappoint him. “How could you Ross? That's very unethical. It's illegal. And even if we got away with it, would you want to betray Leo’s trust like that? Knowing he's always been so good to us?” Ross chuckled, his face and resolution unflinching. “Listen, Drew, Leo is a fool. He doesn't know how to maximize profits, and as for getting caught, I've taken care of all the angles; we'd be perfectly safe.”

“Did you just say please? You use such a word now? What, had too much practice from the lies you told in the press conference this morning? First sorry and now please?” He stared at me. Confused. “I’m not that gullible, Eliot. Not like the people you can just deceive on social media.” “Deceive?” “Yes, deceive. Isn’t that what you did today? Why act all innocent now after your ‘properly arranged’ lies. A real good narrative, I’ll give you that.” “You think I lied?” He questioned, features tightened, “You think I went out there to say a lie?”

"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.

It wasn’t. Because underneath that stillness, every few minutes, a low sound would slip out of him — quiet, almost nothing, easy to mistake for sleep if you weren’t sitting exactly where I was sitting, feeling exactly what I was feeling grow harder beneath me with every one of those small, helpless sounds. He wasn’t asleep. He was pretending, and barely. I shifted, telling myself it was to get comfortable. It wasn’t. A slow rock of my hips, testing something I didn’t want to name.

"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.

“You could have at least lied to her about the parchment.” Flora didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her jaw hurt when she tried to speak. When Freya casually asked when Orien handed her the parchment, she had blurted out the truth. Sometimes speaking the truth was a bad thing. However, she always sucked at lying. Her small brain stopped working when she tried. “You’re fortunate I was there. Her Majesty doesn’t know I got you out of the room.” The cleaner’s face hovered above her. “It will be better if you just left and never came back.”