Novel & Cerita Books On Lying And Deception

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.

"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 end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT

“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.”

He didn’t look afraid—not of Seraphina, not of Father, not of anyone. “Seraphina isn’t the only one who knows how to lie,” he said at last, his voice low, steady, carrying a dangerous calm that sent a shiver down my spine. “Or how to mold the truth to suit her needs. I may know a thing or two myself.” I blinked at him, stunned. He spoke as if deception were a skill, something he could wield just as easily as a blade. My hands twisted tighter in my dress. “You’re playing with fire,” I whispered.

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.

Everything that feels wrong in her eyes she will cover up with little lies so that it will look better in her eyes. Even in the last two weeks, she had repeatedly lied to Mrs. Eden. First about not going to work because she was sick for two days, then followed by other lies the next day when she came into the office. The one lie she concocted at the start has created many more lies over the past two weeks to cover up other lies she has created before. So lying is really addictive. Once you tell a lie, then you will continue to lie to cover up the first lie. Great!

A smile like a fingernail down crystal curled his lips, and yet his voice sounded soft as a lullaby. "I detest lies. Sharon, if you speak honestly, I will spare you. If you lie…" He leaned forward, and the threat hung in the air like a blade. "Don't expect me to show any mercy." He paused, then added with a clinical certainty, "By the way, I studied psychology. I can tell when someone is lying." His voice went quiet and measured. "Now, Sharon. Tell us. Did you orchestrate Victoria's exposure?"

R. I crawled at the center of my lumpy bed, hugging myself as I let out a yawn. I'm tired, hungry and I feel miserable. I closed my eyes while I let the thick silence envelop me in its cold embrace. It did nothing to calm my thoughts, but it help me ease the growing turmoil in my gut. Deceit is an intricately beautiful masterpiece, weaved from countless of lies until it becomes someone else's truth. Perhaps, the deceit Enrico weaved a long time ago had already sunk in his head, making him incapable of grounding himself into the reality of the present.

A taunting smile lingered on his bloody lips. I scoffed. “Oh, no. Don’t blame my books. I’m saying this matter-of-factly. In fact, you have never been in love so who are you to be contradicting me and my books?” “Well, I don’t know much. But I know well that you could love someone and be secretive about it. Same as someone could pretend to be so in love with you but feel nothing at all. I guess the books don’t always tell you that people are so deceptive, they could love while appearing the least of being in love.”