Books On Lying And Deception Novels & Stories

“You shouldn’t be in here.” “Well, maybe you shouldn’t have lied to me.” A heavy silence stretched between us. Then, he sighed, stepping into the room. “It’s complicated.” “No,” I said firmly. “It’s criminal.” His face paled. “You don’t understand—” “I understand perfectly,” I cut in, my voice rising. “You made a deal with the devil. You let Sterling sink his claws into our family. And now we’re trapped.” His eyes darkened. “I did what I had to do.”

It came from the weight of the unspoken. From that handwritten note left on his desk: Who else accessed this file? From the strange symphony of errors that seemed in tune—but fell out of key when you truly listened. Victoria showed up in too many corners of those failures. Not signing. Not speaking. Just present. Watching. Suggestive. Serene. And that—that was the unsettling part. Because Benjamín understood strategy. He knew manipulation when he saw it. And what he was seeing wasn’t random. It was design.

I replied with a shrug. "Let's just say that I'm curious because I'm bored and also because anybody could be interested in hearing how two lovers met and since I don't have anything else that I'm doing with my time, I just want to listen to a story about how you met him. So, will you tell me or are you going to ask me to mind my business?" I asked. I desperately wanted her to tell me the truth but I'm not expecting her to be completely honest with me because it would make it obvious that their story wasn't exactly normal but I still wanted to hear her say something because I believe that in every lie, there's always an iota of truth.

I was silent for several seconds before I said, "Stand up and talk to me. You asked what you did wrong. There's nothing wrong in wanting dignity, but you tried to build yours by trampling on mine." Her sobbing stopped. "When you spread lies that I was a servant and turned the whole campus against me, did that make you feel dignified? When you threw the bloodstained sheets into my washbasin and tried to force me to wash them, did that make you feel dignified?"

His voice could have easily put someone into an unbreakable trance, but here I was in his presence holding onto my sanity. "No, you don't scare me," I tried to answer his question while maintaining eye contact, but I couldn't help but glance down because there was something weighty and strange about him. I don't know why I lied and said I wasn't afraid of him, but who am I fooling? I'm terrified to the point where I'm on the verge of having to urinate, so I'm standing with my legs crossed to stop myself from embarrassing myself in front of this terrible man by letting the tank open. I'm certain he would kill me immediately away if that occurred.

“Since you’re already going, how about I tell you a little secret?” She smiled and leaned close to my ear. “That cornea of yours... was actually given to me.” My fingers froze in place, and Joanna looked even more smug. “Surprised? Your husband and son teamed up to deceive you, all for me.” “To be honest, Laura, if I ended up like you, I’d have bashed my own head in already.” She tore open my deepest wound without mercy, and though I remained expressionless, my fingers were digging into my palm.

Magnus slowly returned his attention to me. “I’ll ask once.” His voice remained calm and steady. Almost gentle. Which somehow made it worse. “Who are you?” The question lingered in the air. I smiled faintly. “I believe we’ve had this conversation before.” “We have.” “And I already answered.” “You lied.” “I omitted details.” “That’s another word for lying.” “Not always.” Magnus leaned back in his chair without taking his eyes off me. “I’ve spent my entire life studying people, Prince Lior. I’ve watched kings deceive their allies, nobles betray their families, and mages hide truths powerful enough to start wars.”

Returning back to our conversation, I raise an eyebrow “How do you mean?” Flipping through the pages until she gets to the one she needs, she points to a passage and turns the book to me. “Well, here, where he talks about deception as a key tactic. It seems rather manipulative.” My eyes focus on her clean, slender fingers instead of the passage of the book she's showing me and when she drops her hand down, I know I completely missed the point. It's not like she noticed where my eyes were trained, anyway. “In war, deception can be a powerful tool. It's not about manipulation, but rather about gaining an advantage over your opponent.”

he laughed it off as I nodded, my disappointment in him getting bigger as I smiled. “Dad, you’re not so good at lying. I’ve known you for, what, a couple of years now, and throughout that period, I’ve seen all your moves. Whenever you lie, you twist your ankle and you act strangely. Your voice gets tiny and windy, and you start to look away. I can also tell that your ears jiggle a bit, but I’m guessing that’s just a random coincidence. Just tell me what I need to know: please: it’s important.” But he shook his head. “I’m not telling you anything. That book is supposed to be for rulers of this kingdom, not for anybody.”

"Why should I suffer after being cheated on? Is it really enough for me to just let her leave empty-handed? Maybe that's just what they want so that they could play happy family while I lose everything. If that happens, I will lose both my pride and money." With that thought in mind, I pulled over and bought three packs of the abortion medicine. The man said they were disguised as regular prenatal supplements but had subtle counteracting properties. Even professionals wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. Plus, it would be impossible to detect something wrong with the medicine since the effect was slow. When I got home, Vicky was lounging on the sofa in a silk dress. She wa